King Alfred's Viking: A Story of the First English FleetWhistler, Charles W. (Charles Watts)
History
King Alfred's Viking: A Story of the First English Fleet
Whistler, Charles W. (Charles Watts)
Great Britain -- History -- Alfred, 871-899 -- Juvenile fiction
"Deo gratias," he said under his breath, and then said aloud, "Lo,
this is the sign of which I spoke even now--that my fishers should
return laden with spoil, even for an army, although frost and snow
have prevented them from taking fish for many days, and today was
less likelihood of their doing so than ever."
"Ranald knew well how this would cheer you, King Alfred," said
Ethered, thinking that I had spoken of this as a proof that all was
not lost, in some way.
"Ranald said nought; but the sign came from above, thus," the king
said gravely. "In my dream the holy Saint Cuthberht stood by my
side, and reproved me sharply for my downheartedness and despair,
and for my doubt of help against the heathen; and when he knew that
I was sorry, he foretold to me that all would yet be well, and that
I should obtain the kingdom once more with even greater honour than
I have had--with many more wondrous promises. And then he gave me
this sign, as I have told you and, behold, it has come, and my
heart is full of thankfulness. Now I know that all will be well
with England."
Then said Denewulf, who it was plain took no mean place with the
king and thanes:
"Say how this miracle was wrought, I pray you, for it is surely
such."
"Hither came King Ranald and his two friends and bade us make holes
in the ice and fish through them. So we did, and this is what came
thereof," said Ethered.
"Therefore King Ranald and his coming are by the hand of God," said
Denewulf. "Therein lies the miracle."
Then I was feared, for all were silent in wonder at the coming to
pass of the sign; and it seemed to me that I was most truly under a
power stronger than that of the old gods, who never wrought the
like of this.
Then came Harek's voice outside, where he hung up fish to freeze
against the morrow; and he sang softly some old saga of the fishing
for the Midgard snake by Asa Thor. And that grated on me, though I
ever waited to hear what song the blithe scald had to fit what was
on hand, after his custom. Alfred heard too, and he glanced at me,
and I was fain to hang my head.
"Ranald, who brought to pass the sign, shall surely share in its
bodings of good," he said, quickly and kindly. "I think that he is
highly favoured."
Then in came my comrades, and they bent to the king, and he thanked
them; and after that was supper and much cheerfulness. Harek sang,
and Alfred, and after them Denewulf. Much I marvelled at the wisdom
of this strange man, but I never knew how he gained it. King Alfred
was ever wont to say that in him he had found his veriest
counsellor against despair in that dark time; and when in after
days he took him from the fen and made him a bishop, he filled the
place well and wisely, being ever the same humble-minded man that I
had known in Athelney {xiv}.
Chapter X. Athelney and Combwich.
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