Wulnoth the Wanderer: A Story of King Alfred of EnglandInman, Herbert
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Wulnoth the Wanderer: A Story of King Alfred of England
Inman, Herbert
Alfred, King of England, 849-899 -- Fiction
"Little good to wish that, O King," cried one gaunt old warrior. And
the King smiled.
"Ay, we will not waste time in idle wishes. Now this is my rede. Thou
knowest that I have caused to be built long ships, like those which the
Danes use. Now these lie at the coast towns; and I counsel that we man
them and put to sea, and there trust to our God to give us the victory
over this foe."
"And, meantime, the foe on land, O King?" cried Wulnoth.
"They will have reached the city, Wanderer, and there will they surely
tarry, seeking perchance to make league with the Britons, and waiting
for their friends to join them. Now mark you--if we are favored by
Heaven, and can defeat the ships, we will play their own game. We will
land from our ships and sweep towards Exeter, and give the city to the
flame, and put them to the sword."
"By the bracelets of Odin, King," laughed Wulnoth, "thou art marking
out a big task for thyself. But if this is in thy mind, I for one am
well content to try it; and methinks I shall love to feel the ships
leap over the waves, and to join in a sea-fight again."
So, all the thanes agreeing, the King and his forces hurried southward
and got to their ships, and were ready to go on board and set sail, as
soon as the foe appeared.
And presently, from afar, the sails appeared, and the hearts of some
sank as they saw the number; yet the King prayed to Heaven for help,
and made haste to prepare for battle.
In years long after, there was another little fleet of ships not so far
from that very spot, waiting while a mighty armada came, stately and
confident, up the Channel; and what happened then, happened also in the
reign of Alfred the King.
For, as the fleet of Danish warships drew near, dark clouds gathered in
the sky, and the tempest roared, and the wind blew, and the great waves
grew, and thundered against the white cliffs, and the King pointed and
cried--
"See, O friends, Heaven does not desert us; and what we are too weak
to do, that God does in the strength of His might. Look, and doubt no
more."
And indeed it seemed as if the King's words were true, for the Danish
ships were caught by the tempest, and the great sails were rent, and
the strong masts shivered, and many were engulfed, and others dashed
on the rocks; and the remainder turned to flee, and were pursued by
Alfred's ships, and vanquished; and thus it happened that for the first
time the Saxons of Wessex gained a sea-fight, and taught the proud
invaders a lesson.
Then did Alfred and his soldiers hasten back to Exeter; and there they
found Guthrun and his host, and they set a siege about the city, and
put the Danes into a hard case; so that Guthrun besought Alfred to
make peace with him, and he swore by the bracelets of Odin, and by the
hammer of Thor, that he would keep truce.
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