An Island Story - H. E. Marshall (best books to read in your 20s .TXT) 📗
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After this wicked and cowardly slaughter of unarmed men, Hengist took possession of Britain. His wild, heathen soldiers swarmed all over the land, killing people, burning towns and making terrible havoc everywhere. The Britons fled in terror to the mountains and forests. Vortigern himself fled into a lonely part of Wales. There he built a strong castle in which to hide, for he was very much afraid. He was afraid of Hengist and the Saxons, and he was afraid of the Britons. He was also afraid of Aurelius Ambrosius and Uther Pendragon, the two brothers of King Constans. For by this time they were no longer little boys, but had grown up into brave men.
Vortigern had need to be afraid of Aurelius and Uther, for, hearing how Hengist had taken possession of Britain, they thought it was now time to fight for their country. So they gathered ships and soldiers together, and came sailing over from France to Britain.
When the Britons heard that Aurelius Ambrosius and his brother had landed, they took heart again. They came out from the places in which they had been hiding from the Saxons. Joyfully they offered themselves to fight under the banner of the brothers.
As soon as Aurelius and Uther had collected their army, they marched straight to Wales to besiege Vortigern in his castle. They had not forgotten that he had murdered their brother, Constans, and they meant to punish him.
But the castle was very, very strong. Try how they might, the Britons could not take it. Vortigern sat behind the thick walls, and laughed at all their efforts.
At last the Britons fell upon a plan. They cut down trees and gathered dry sticks and leaves from the forests round about. These they piled high round the castle. Day by day Vortigern watched the pile of wood rising and wondered what was going to happen.
When the Britons had gathered enough wood, they set fire to it in several places at once. So one morning Vortigern awoke to hear the crackle, crackle of newly-lit fires. He looked out and saw smoke and flames all around him. Wherever he looked he saw little tongues of fire, and higher leapt the flames. Fiercer and fiercer grew the heat. Vortigern’s laughter was turned to wild shrieks. In vain he prayed the Britons to have mercy on him and let him escape. “Had you any mercy on our brother, Constans?” said Ambrosius and Uther. “Had you any mercy on our fathers and brothers when you let Hengist slay them on Salisbury Plain?” asked the Britons. “You had no mercy. You shall find none.”
The roar of the fire drowned all else. The flames leaped higher. With a crash the roof of the strong castle fell in. Vortigern, the betrayer of his people, was dead.
THE STORY OF HOW THE GIANT’S DANCE WAS BROUGHT TO BRITAIN
VORTIGERN was dead, but the Saxons whom he had brought to Britain were still rulers of the land. So after burning the castle of Vortigern, Aurelius Ambrosius and Uther Pendragon marched against the Saxons. They defeated them in a great battle, and Hengist was taken prisoner.
Then Aurelius Ambrosius called all the British nobles together in council to decide what should be done with Hengist. Aurelius was a very brave man, but he was not cruel. He was noble, and above all things he hated a lie. Hengist was brave too, but he was cruel, revengeful, and deceitful.
Aurelius would have spared Hengist’s life, because he was such a brave man. But Edol, Earl of Gloucester, that noble who fought so well when the Britons were destroyed on Salisbury Plain, stood up. “It is not right,” he said, “that Hengist should live. He has brought much sorrow on our land. Through his fault nearly all our nobles were killed on Salisbury Plain. Let him die.”
Then all the people shouted, “Let him die.”
So Aurelius bowed his head and said, “It is just. Let him die.”
Edol then led Hengist away and cut off his head.
But although their leader was gone, many Saxons still remained in Britain, and afterwards you will hear how powerful they became.
Aurelius was now chosen to be King of Britain and, like Vortimer, he began to restore order and rebuild the churches and towns which the heathen Saxons had a second time destroyed. The land which the Saxons had stolen he gave back to those of the Britons to whom it really belonged. He revised the laws, and once more peace and justice reigned in the kingdom.
When Aurelius had put everything in good order, he went to Salisbury Plain to see the place where so many of his people had been put to death by Hengist and his wicked Saxons.
As he stood upon the great plain, he felt very sad. Turning to his nobles who surrounded him, he said, “My people died trying to make peace for their country. Yet there is no stone to mark the spot. I will have a noble monument raised, so that the wickedness of Hengist and the bravery of my people may be remembered for ever.”
Then Aurelius sent for all the best builders and masons in the country, and told them to make a splendid monument. But, one after another, they refused. “We are not clever enough to do such a great thing,” they said.
This made Aurelius sorry, for he wished very much that people should not forget these British heroes.
Then a wise man came to him and said, “Send for Merlin. If any one can build a great monument he can.”
“Who is Merlin?” asked Aurelius.
“Merlin is a great magician,” replied the wise man. “He used to live with Vortigern and do wonderful things for him. Since Vortigern’s death he has been hiding somewhere in Wales. If you can find him he will build the monument for you.”
A magician is a person who can do difficult things quite easily. His real home is in fairyland, and he understands fairy language. The fairies come and whisper their wonderful secrets to him, although no one else can see or hear them.
Aurelius was very glad to hear about Merlin. He sent messengers into all the land to look for him. They searched about for a long time, until at last they found Merlin and brought him to the king.
As soon as Merlin knew what Aurelius wanted, he said, “If you really wish to honor the burying-place of these men with a monument which will last for ever, send to Ireland for the Giant’s Dance.”
“What is the Giant’s Dance?” asked Aurelius.
“The Giant’s Dance is a great ring of stones,” replied Merlin. “They are so wonderful and so old that no one is sure how they came there. But it is said that long, long ago giants brought these stones from a far-off country called Africa.”
When Aurelius heard that, he burst out laughing. “How is it possible,” he asked, “to remove such big stones from a far-off country? Have we not enough stones in Britain with which to build a monument?” and he laughed again.
“Do not laugh,” said Merlin gravely. “They are wonderful stones. Every one of them will cure some kind of illness. They are fairy stones.”
When the Britons heard that, they made up their minds to have these stones, and Uther Pendragon was chosen to go with Merlin to bring them. So, taking a great army of men and many ships, they set sail for Ireland.
When they arrived in Ireland they sent a message to the king, asking him to let them take the Giant’s Dance away.
It was not the King of Ireland’s turn to laugh. “What mad people these Britons are!” he said. “Was ever such folly heard of? Have they not enough stones in their own country, that they must come to take mine? I shall certainly not give them one single stone of the Giant’s Dance. Tell them to go home again and not to be so foolish.”
But the Britons had quite made up their minds to have the Giant’s Dance. As the King of Ireland would not give it to them, they resolved to fight for it. This they did, and soon put the Irish to flight.
Then Merlin led the Britons to the place where the Giant’s Dance stood. When they saw it, they were fill with joy and wonder, and set to work at once to move the stones. But try how they might, they could not move even the smallest of them one single inch. They pulled and pushed, struggled and strained, till they were hot and tired, but the stones stood as firm as rocks.
Merlin sat by, watching them and smiling. Then when they were all worn out, and cross and tired, he rose. “Now let me try,” he said, “it is really quite easy.” And in a very short time, with the help of his wonderful magic, he had moved all the stones and put them on board the ships. The people looked on in amazement and, as soon as he had finished, they set sail for Britain with great rejoicing.
When they landed, messengers were sent to tell King Aurelius Ambrosius. He gathered all the nobles and clergy, and wearing his crown and royal robes, rode to Salisbury Plain. There, with great feasting and ceremony, the stones were set up as a memorial to the dead British heroes. They were placed in exactly the same order as they were found in Ireland. Aurelius changed the name from Giant’s Dance to Stonehenge, and the great monument may be seen on Salisbury Plain to this day.
Most people say this is a fairy tale, and ought not to be put in a history book. They say that the stones on Stonehenge were there long before Merlin lived, long before Hengist and his Saxons, or C�sar and his Romans, even long before Brutus of Troy, came. They say that probably no one will ever find out how these stones came to be there, or why they were placed as they are. I dare say they are right, but fairy tales are very interesting, and this fairy tale (if it is one) is to be found in some of the first histories of Britain that were ever written. So certainly at one time people must have believed it to be true.
Unfortunately, soon after this, a wicked Saxon poisoned the good king, Aurelius Ambrosius. The Britons were very sad at his loss, and they buried him within the Giant’s Dance, where so many other noble Britons lay. Then, because Aurelius had no children, the people chose his brother Uther Pendragon to be king.
He, too, was good and wise, but he had to spend most of his time fighting against the Saxons. After the death of Hengist very many Saxons had remained in Britain, and now many more came again in ships from Germany. Fierce and terrible battles were fought, and although the Saxons were often defeated, the Britons could not succeed in driving them away altogether.
But the name of Uther Pendragon became a terror to these heathen. It is said that when he was so old and feeble that he could not stand, he was carried to battle in a litter. And so great was the power and fame of his courage, that the Saxons were utterly defeated. “Ah,” he said, laughing, “these heathen call me the half-dead king. And so indeed I am. Yet victory to me half dead is better than to be safe and sound and vanquished. For to die with honor is better than to live with disgrace.”
But alas! Uther Pendragon, like so many of the good kings before him,
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