King Alfred's Viking: A Story of the First English Fleet by Charles W. Whistler (first e reader .txt) 📗
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"Thanks for that word in season, friend."
But the old warrior was somewhat ashamed, and did but shift in his seat uneasily.
"Ay, ay," he growled; "I cannot keep my voice quiet."
Neot laughed, and then turned to me and held out his hand for the king's letter, which I gave him.
He ran his eyes over the writing very quickly, and then said:
"Here is nothing private; shall I read aloud?"
But the thanes fell to talking quickly, and I nodded.
"Alfred the king to his cousin Ranald Vemundsson, greeting. Odda the ealdorman of Devon, and one Godred, have spoken to me of yourself--one telling of help given freely and without question of reward or bargain made, and the other of certain plain words spoken this morning. Now I would fain see you, and since the said Godred seems to doubt if you will come to me, I ask it under my own hand thus. For I have thanks to give both to you and your men, and also would ask you somewhat which it is my hope that you will not refuse me. Therefore, my cousin, I would ask you to come with our ealdorman tomorrow and hear all I would say."
Then Neot said,
"That is all. I think you will not refuse so kindly an invitation. The writing is the king's own, and here is his name at the end."
So he showed it me. The letter was better written than the name, as it seemed to me.
"I will take your word for it," I said, laughing as I looked; "but it is a kindly letter, and I will surely come."
"Ay; he has written to you as to an equal," Odda said.
"That is so. Now I would have the good king know that I am not that; I am but a sea king. Maybe he thinks that I shall be a good ally, and makes more of my power than should be. I told Godred the thane as plainly as I could what I was, this morning."
"Why, then," said Neot, smiling, "Godred has told the king, no doubt."
"I hope he has," I answered, "but I doubt it. Nevertheless it is easy to tell the king myself when I see him."
After that we talked about other matters, and it became plain that this Neot was a wonderfully wise man, and, as I thought, a holy one in truth, as they called him. There is that about such an one that cannot be mistaken.
Harek sang for us, and pleased all, and into his song came, as one might suppose, a good deal about the Asir. And then Neot began to ask me a good deal about the old gods, as he called them. I told him what I knew, which was little enough maybe, and so said that Harek knew all about them, and that he should rather ask him.
He did not care to do that, but asked me plainly if I were a Christian.
"How should I be?" I said. "Odda is the first Christian man I have spoken with, to my knowledge. So, if I were likely to leave my own faith, I have not so much as heard of another."
"So you are no hater of Christians?" he said.
"Surely not. Why should I be? I never thought of the matter."
Then he said:
"Herein you Norsemen are not like the Danes, who hate our faith, and slay our priests because of their hatred."
"More likely because Christian means Saxon to them, or else because you have slain them as heathens. Northmen do not trouble about another nation's faith so long as their own is not interfered with. Why should they? Each country has its own ways in this as in other matters."
Thereat Neot was silent, and asked me no more. Hereafter I learned that hatred of race had made the hatred of religion bitter, until the last seemed to be the greatest hatred of all, adding terror and bitterest cruelty to the struggle for mastery.
Presently, before it was very late, Neot rose up and spoke to Odda, bidding him farewell. Then he came to me, and said:
"Tell the king that we have spoken together, and give him this message if you will that I go to my place in Cornwall, and shall be there for a while."
Then he passed to Thord, and took his hard hand and said:
"Good are words that come from an honest heart. I have learned a lesson tonight where I thought to have learned none."
"I marvel that you needed to learn that," Thord said gruffly.
"So do I, friend," answered Neot; "but one is apt to go too far in a matter which one has at heart, sometimes before one is aware. Then is a word in season welcome."
Then he thanked Harek for his songs, and went, the Saxons bowing as he passed down the long table with Odda.
"That is a wise man and a holy," said Thord.
"Ay, truly," answered the thane who had told me about him. "I mind when he and Alfred the king were the haughtiest and most overbearing of princes. But when Neot found out that his pride and wrath and strength were getting the mastery in his heart, he thrust himself down there to overcome them. So he grows more saintlike every day, and has wrought a wondrous change in the king himself. He is the only man to whom Alfred will listen in reproof."
"That is likely," I said, not knowing aught of the holy bishops who were the king's counsellors; "kings brook little of that sort. But why does he wear yon strange dress?"
"He has taken vows on him, and is a hermit," the thane said; but I did not know what he meant at the time.
It was some Saxon way, I supposed, and cared not to ask more.
So it came to pass that I met one of the two most wonderful men in England, and I was to see the other on the morrow. Yet I had no thought that I should care to stay in the land, for it seemed certain from what Odda told me that peace would be made, and peace was not my business nor that of my men.
So in a way I was sorry that the war was at an end, seeing that we came for fighting and should have none.
Then came a thought to me that made me laugh at myself. I was glad, after all, that we were not going sword foremost into Exeter town, because of the Lady Thora, who was there. I suppose it would not have been reasonable had I not had that much thought for the brave maiden whom I had helped out of danger once.
Chapter VI. Alfred the King.Odda the ealdorman and I rode gaily into the king's camp in the bright August morning, with Harek and Kolgrim and Thord beside us, and after us fifty of my men in their best array; which was saying much, for Einar the jarl was generous, and we had spoiled Halfdan, the king's son, moreover. So there was a shouting when we came to the camp, and men ran together to stare at the vikings and their king.
In the midst of the camp, which was strong enough, and looked out on the old city, flew a banner whereon was a golden dragon--the banner of Wessex. And it stood before a great pavilion, which was the court for the time, and where we should find the king waiting for us. There were several other tents joined to this great one, so that into them the king might retire; and there was a wide space, round which walked spearmen as sentries, between it and any other tent.
Some Devon thanes met us, and our men dismounted at the same time as we. Then Odda led us four to the door of the pavilion, and we were ushered in with much ceremony.
Inside the great tent was like a round hall, carpeted, and tapestry-hung in a way I had never seen before. There were many richly-dressed nobles present, and most of these were grouped round a high place over against the door, where I saw at once that the king sat on a throne in all state.
Now, coming from bright sunshine into the cool shadow of the place, I was dazzled at first; but Kolgrim's eyes were quick, and we had hardly crossed the threshold, if I might call it so, when he plucked at my cloak.
"Master," he whispered, "let me bide with the men; this is no place for me."
"Hush," I whispered; "the king is yonder."
"Ay, master--let me go--the king is Godred whom I jested with."
Harek was smiling, and he pulled Kolgrim forward.
"Have no fear," he said; "those who play bowls expect rubs."
Then the king came down from his throne and towards us. He had on gilded armour beneath his long, ermine-trimmed blue cloak, and that pleased me. He had sword and seax, but no helm, though that was on a table by the throne--for he wore a crown.
Then I too saw that Godred, as he called himself, was, as the scald had guessed rightly, the king, and I was a little angry that he had tricked me thus. But he was laughing at Kolgrim as he came, and my anger passed at once. King or thane, here was a pleasant greeting enough.
He held out his hand to Odda first and then to me. The Saxon kissed it, bending one knee, which was doubtless right for him, as owning allegiance thereto. But I shook hands in our own way, saying:
"Skoal to Alfred the king."
Which seemed to please him, for he answered:
"Welcome to King Ranald. I am glad my letter brought you. My counsellor, Godred, feared you might not care to come."
"The letter turned the scale, lord king," I said. "Yet I would have you remember what I said yesterday about my kingship."
"Ay, cousin, I mind it," he answered, laughing. "Also I mind that a king's son is a king's son, whatever else he may be called."
Then he shook hands with Harek, and after that turned to Kolgrim, holding out his hand also to him.
"Concerning sails," he said gravely, "I have many questions to ask you. Is it to the starboard hand that the bolt rope goes, or to the other board?"
"I pray you to forget my foolishness, lord king," cried Kolgrim, growing very red and shame faced.
"That I shall not," the king answered, laughing. "I owe you thanks for such a jest as I have not played on a man for many a long day. Truly I have been more light hearted for my laugh ever since."
"Ay, lord, you had the laugh of me," Kolgrim said, grinning uneasily.
Then the king nodded gaily to him and asked who Thord was.
"This is my master in sea craft," said Odda. "Verily I fear him as I have feared no man since I was at school. But he cured the seasickness of me."
"Maybe I forgot the sickness when I sent landsmen to sea in all haste," said the king. "Nevertheless, Thord, how fought they when blows were going?"
"Well enough, king. And I will say that what I tried to teach them they tried to learn," answered Thord.
"Wherein is hope. You think that I may have good seamen in time, therefore?"
"Ay, lord. It is in the blood of every man of our kin to take to the sea. They are like hen-bred ducklings now, and they do but want a duck to lead them pondwards. Then may hen cackle in vain for them."
The king laughed.
"Faith," he said, "I--the hen--drove Odda into the pond. He is, according to his own account, a poor duckling."
"Let him splash about a little longer, lord king," said Thord.
But Odda spoke with a long face.
"Not so, King Alfred, if you love me. Landsman am I, and chicken-hearted at sea. Keep the gamecock to mind the farmyard; there be more birds than ducks needed."
"Make a song hereof, Harek," said the king. "Here is word play enough for any scald."
Then sang Harek, laughing, and ever ready with verses:
"The gamecock croweth bravely, And guardeth hawk-scared hen roost; But when the sea swan swimmeth Against the shoreward nestings, There mighty mallard flappeth, And frayeth him from foray; Yet shoreward if he winneth, The gamecock waits to meet him.""That is in my favour," said Odda. "Mind you the scald's words, I pray you, lord king, and send me to my right place, even with hawk on one side and swan on the other."
So a pleasant laugh went round, and then the king went back to his throne, and spoke words of open thanks to us of the fleet who had gained him such victory. Good words they were, neither too few nor too many, such as would make every
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