Edwy the Fair or the First Chronicle of Aescendune: A Tale of the Days of Saint DunstanCrake, A. D. (Augustine David)
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Edwy the Fair or the First Chronicle of Aescendune: A Tale of the Days of Saint Dunstan
Crake, A. D. (Augustine David)
Dunstan, Saint, 909-988 -- Juvenile fiction; Edwy, King of England, -959 -- Juvenile fiction; Historical fiction
“Alfred, my son, place that best joint of beef before the stranger, and
those wheaten cakes.
“I drink to you, fair sir.”
The messenger seemed in no hurry to open his tale until he had eaten
and drunk, and it was with the greatest patience that the thane, who
was one of nature’s gentlemen, awaited his leisure.
At length the messenger looked up, and pushed his wooden platter aside.
“I have come to be the bearer of good tidings to you, noble thane.
Edwy, your king, with a small troop of horse, his royal retinue,
proposes honouring your roof with his presence, and asks bed and board
of his loyal subject, Ella of Æscendune.”
“The king’s will is my law; and since it pleases the son of my late
beloved master, King Edmund, to visit me, he shall find no lack of
hospitality. But may I ask what sudden event has brought him into the
heart of our country?”
“He comes to chastise rebellion. A large force of several thousand men
crosses the river a few miles higher this evening, and, not to
incommode you with numbers, King Edwy comes apart from his followers.”
Although he foresaw grave inconvenience, and even danger, in the
proposal, yet Ella could not appear churlish and inhospitable;
therefore, learning from the messenger that the king might be expected
before sunset, he returned home to make such preparations as should
suggest themselves for the entertainment of his royal master, for so he
still would have styled Edwy, deeply as he felt he had been wronged by
him.
“Father,” said Alfred, as he walked homeward by his side, “think you
Elfric will be in his train? I wish he may be.”
“Alas, my son! I fear I shall never see poor Elfric again. My mind
always seems to misgive me when I think of him; and I have so strong a
foreboding that he has received my last blessing, that I cannot
overcome it. No, Alfred, I fear we shall not see Elfric tonight.”
No more was said upon the subject; they reached the hall in good time,
and startled the lady Edith by their tidings.
Instantly all was in preparation: the best casks of wine were broached,
fowls and wild birds alike had cause to lament that their lives were
shortened, chamberlain and cook were busy, clean rushes were brought in
to adorn the floor of the hall, sweet flowers and aromatic grass for
that of the royal bedchamber; and it was not till a flourish of
trumpets announced the approach of the cavalcade that all was ready,
and the maidens and men servants, arrayed in their best holiday attire,
stood grouped without the gate to receive their king.
At last the glitter of the departing ray upon pointed lances announced
the approach, and soon the whole party might be seen—a hundred horse
accompanying the king’s person, and one or two nobles of distinction,
including Redwald, riding by his side.
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