The Newmarket, Bury, Thetford and Cromer Road: Sport and history on an East Anglian turnpikeHarper, Charles G. (Charles George)
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The Newmarket, Bury, Thetford and Cromer Road: Sport and history on an East Anglian turnpike
Harper, Charles G. (Charles George)
England -- Description and travel; England -- Social life and customs
We first hear of the place, as “Beodric’s Weorth,” at the very remote
period of A.D. 631. Of Beodric we known nothing, and the spot is
mentioned thus early only because Sigebert, King of East Anglia at that
time, founded a monastery here, a monastery in which he became a monk,
and whose cloisters he only forsook to wage war with the heathen Penda.
Fighting for the Cross he died, and thus early did the town secure the
chance of honouring a martyr.
But not to the earliest or most deserving of those who have laid down
their lives in the cause did the highest honours accrue, and we can
scarce blink the fact that to St. Edmund, King and Martyr, who suffered
a hundred and sixty years later, fell a great deal more than his just
share.
Edmund, who was crowned King of East Anglia on Christmas Day, 856,
reigned thirteen years before the great invasion of the Danes in 869
broke up his kingdom and brought him to a tragical end at Eglesdene,
near Hoxne. Oakley Park is supposed to be the site of “Eglesdene.” Near
by is a bridge over the Dove, known as “Gold Bridge,” the successor of
the one under whose arch the fugitive King was hiding, according to the
legend, when a newly-married couple, crossing the bridge by moonlight,
caught the glint of his golden spurs in the water and revealed his
lurking-place to the Danes.
If you consider it at all closely, the legend is not at this point very
convincing, for, in the terrible wars of extermination then waged, when
not only the actual combatants, but the entire people, went in fear, it
is not very likely that honeymooning couples would be wandering about in
the moonlight; but that is a detail. St. Edmund was, after all, very
human, as well as very saintly, for he did what many an unregenerate
would have done—he cursed that couple who revealed his presence. Nay, he
did more; and perpetrated a wickedness of which no mere son of Belial or
everyday child of ungodliness would have been guilty. He cursed every
couple who in the future should cross that bridge to be married. ’Twas
not well done, St. Edmund!
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