The Scouring of the White Horse; Or, The Long Vacation Ramble of a London ClerkHughes, Thomas
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The Scouring of the White Horse; Or, The Long Vacation Ramble of a London Clerk
Hughes, Thomas
White Horse, Vale of (England)
The kingdom of Northumbria was just the place for the army of Pagans
and the standard Raven at this time; for it was divided against itself.
Osbert, the rightful king, had been playing Tarquin in the house of
Bruern Brocard, one of his chief earls; so his people had cast him out,
and had taken to themselves a king Ælla, of unkingly blood, and the two
were warring against one another when the Danes took York. Late in the
autumn, however, a peace was made between Osbert and Ælla, and they
marched to York; where within the very walls of the city into which
the Northumbrians penetrated, was fought a most bloody battle. In that
fight fell almost all the Northumbrian warriors, and both the kings,
and a multitude of noble men; and the remainder who escaped made peace
with the Pagans.[6] By this time, no doubt, there was small spoil left
for Hinguar and Hubba north of the Humber.
Accordingly, in the year 868, the pagan army, leaving Northumbria,
marched into Mercia, and surprised and took Nottingham. Then Burhred,
King of Mercia, and his witan sent to Æthelred, king of the West
Saxons, to come and help them. And Æthelred and Alfred marched to
Nottingham with the West Saxon power, and with Burhred besieged the
Pagans, there; but they could not force the wall, and there was no
great battle, and Æthelred and Alfred went home with their troops. But
the Pagans, after wintering at Nottingham, made peace with Burhred and
the Mercians; that is to say, such a peace as they loved to make--I
mean a peace till it was worth their while to come again; for in 874
they came back, drove King Burhred over the sea, and subdued the whole
country--and Burhred went to Rome and died there, and his body lies in
St. Mary’s Church at the English School.[7]
In the year 869, “the aforesaid army of Pagans, galloping back to
Northumbria, went to York, and there passed the winter;” or, in the
words of Huntingdon, “remained there cruelly for one year.” And what
sort of a winter was it for the poor Yorkshiremen? “There was again a
great famine, a mortality among men, and a pest among cattle.” Such
is the fate of a divided people which can only make truces with its
oppressors.
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