Edbert, again priest not warrior, was bent over him, fussing with a phial, frowning at the mortally wounded man"s words. As Alfred watched, the dying man fixed his eyes on his king, spoke haltingly to the chaplain, and then fell back, choking.
The pirate at his feet was moving too, saying something. Alfred"s lifted hand stayed the eager peasant who rushed forward with his knife raised.
"What?" he said.
The pirate spoke again, in the kind of pidgin used by the invaders" captive women and slaves.
"Good stroke were that. I fought in front for fifteen years. Never saw stroke like him." He fumbled for something round his neck, a charm pendant beneath the ma.s.sive golden neck ring, concern coming into his eyes till his hand closed over it. He sighed, raised himself.
"But now I go!" he called. "I go. To Thruth van gar!"
Alfred nodded, and the peasant sprang forward.
Three days later the king sat on the camp stool which was all that Athelney could offer for a throne, waiting for the councillors to come to the meeting he had called, still tossing the Viking"s mysterious pendant meditatively from hand to hand.
There was no doubt what it was. When he had first pulled it out and shown it to the others, Edbert had said straight away, with a gasp of horror: "It is the pudendum hominis! It is a sign of the beastly l.u.s.ts of the devil"s children, abandoned to original sin! It is the pillar which the heathen worship, so boldly destroyed by our countryman the worthy Boniface in Detmar! It is- "It"s a p.r.i.c.k," said Tobba, putting the matter more simply.
It was a token, the king thought now, closing his fist angrily on it. A token for all the difficulties he continued to face.
He had had two dozen companions when they all set out from Athelney. But as they made their long, circuitous ride across Somerset, first one man had dropped out with horse trouble and then another. In darkness they simply faded away into the dusk; they had had their fill of the endless, losing battles. n.o.blemen, king"s companions, men whose fathers and grandfathers had fought for Christ and Wess.e.x. They would go home quietly to their estates, sit and watch, perhaps send discreet emissaries to the Viking king at Chippenham. Sooner or later one of them would betray the secret of the camp at Athelney, and then Alfred too would wake one night, as he had woken so many Viking stragglers, with shrieks around him and a knife already in his throat.
It would be sooner if they heard he had begun to refuse battle with the heathen. Small as the action had been, that night raid had been important. Eighteen men could still make a difference.
But why had those eighteen stayed with him? The companions, no doubt, because they still felt it their duty. The churls, maybe, because they thought the heathens had come to take their land. But how long would either motivation last against continuous defeat and fear of death? Deep in his bones Alfred knew that there was only one man in his army, only one man in Athelney, who genuinely and without pretence had no fear of any Viking who ever breathed, and that was the grim and silent churl Tobba. No one knew where he came from. He had simply appeared in the camp one dawn, with a Viking ax in his hand and two mail shirts over his gigantic shoulder, saying nothing about where he had gotten them, or how he had slipped through the sentries round the marsh. He was just there. To kill the invaders. If only the king could find a thousand subjects like him.
Alfred opened his fist and the golden token swung before his eyes, a shining symbol of all that troubled him. First and foremost, he simply could not beat the Vikings in the open field.
During the battle-winter eight years before, he and his brother King Ethelred had led the men of Wess.e.x to fight the Vikings" Great Army nine times. Eight times they had been beaten.
The ninth time was at Ashdown. . . . Well, he had gained great credit there, and still had some of it left. While his brother had dallied at the prebattle ma.s.s, Alfred had seen that the Vikings were beginning to move down the hill. When Ethelred refused to curtail the ma.s.s and leave early, Alfred had stridden forward on his own, and had led the men of Wess.e.x up the hill himself, charging in the front like a wild boar, or so the poets said. Just that one time his fury and frustration had inspired the men so that in the end the Vikings had yielded, retreated to leave a field full of dead, two heathen kings and five jarls among them. They had been back again two weeks later, as ready to fight as ever.
In some ways that day"s battle had resembled the little skirmish so recently fought. Total surprise, with the fight as good as won even as it began. But though the skirmish had been won, there had still been one Viking left, ready to fight on. He had cost Alfred two good men, and had come within a hair of ending the campaign forever by killing the last of all the English kings still prepared to resist.
He had died well too. Better than his victim Wighard, Alfred was forced to admit. Very, very reluctantly Edbert had been compelled to reveal what the last words of the king"s captain were.
He had died saying: "G.o.d should have spared me this." How many years in purgatory that would cost him, Edbert had lamented, how little the faith of these degenerate times. . . . Well, the dying Viking had had faith. Faith in something. Maybe that was what made them fight so with such resolution.
It was the English who were not fighting well. That was Alfred"s second problem, and he knew exactly what caused it. They expected to lose. Soon after every battle began the first of the wounded would be begging their friends not to leave them on the field to be dispatched when the English withdrew-as everyone knew they would. And their friends were only too ready to help them back to their ponies. Sometimes those who a.s.sisted returned to the front, sometimes they didn"t. It was surprising in a way that so many men were still prepared to obey their king"s call, to turn out and fight for their lands and their right not to obey foreigners.
But the thanes were beginning to hope that when the end finally came they could make a deal with the invaders, keep their lands, maybe pay higher taxes, bow to foreign kings. They could do what the men of the north, and of the Mark, had done. Five years before Burgred, king of the Mark, had given up, collected his treasury and the crown jewels, and slipped away to Rome. The pony-loads of gold and silver he had taken with him would buy him a handsome estate in the sun for the rest of his life. Alfred knew that some of his followers were already wondering whether it would not be a good plan to depose their king, the last stubborn atheling of the house of Cerdic, and replace him with someone more biddable. There was little chance for him to forget Burgred"s treachery. Far too often Alfred"s wife Ealhswith reminded him of her kinsman, the former king of the Mark.
She had a son and daughter to think of. But he had a kingdom-reason enough for him to battle on. As for the rest of the English, if they fought badly it was not due to any lack of skill or want of courage. It was because they had plenty to lose and almost nothing to gain. Nor had he anything to offer the loyal. No land. It had been twenty years since his pious father had given a whole tenth of all his land in all the kingdom to the Church. Land that ordinarily would have gone to supporting warriors, pensioning off the injured, making the old companions ready and eager to breed sons and send them into service in their turn. Alfred had none now to give.
He hadn"t been able to beat the Vikings when he had an army-and now it was impossible to raise one. The Vikings had all but caught him in bed three months before, when every Christian in Wess.e.x was sleeping off the Christmas festivities. He had barely escaped them, fleeing like a thief into the night. Now the Viking king sat in Chippenham and sent his messengers along the high roads. The true king must skulk in the marsh and hope that in the end news of his continued resistance would somehow seep out.
And that took him to the third of his problems. He couldn"t beat the Vikings because his men would not support him. He couldn"t get his men to support him because their rewards had gone to the Church. And the Church . . . The sound of challenges from outside told him that his councillors had arrived and were about to be shown in. Swiftly Alfred gave the pendant-p.r.i.c.k, pudendum or holy sign, whatever it was-one last look and then stuffed it into his belt-bag and forgot about it. He touched the cross that hung from a silver chain about his neck. The cross of the true Christ. Might His power still be with him. The canvas screen of his shelter was pulled aside.
He looked glumly at the seven men who came in, as they slowly and with inappropriate courtesy found places among the motley a.s.sortment of seats he could provide. Only one councillor had an unquestioned right to be there. At least two of the others he could much better have spared. But they were all he had to work with.
"I will say who is present, for those who have not met before," he began. "First, all should know Alderman Ethelnoth." The rest nodded politely to the red-faced heavy man who sat nearest to the king: the only shire-leader still to be in the field, still fighting from a bivouac like Alfred"s own.
"Next, we have a spokesman from Alderman Odda."
Odda was the shire-leader of Devon. "Wihtbord, what know you of the enemy?"
The young, scarred man spoke briefly and without shyness. "I have heard that Ubbi is in Bristol fitting out a fleet. He has the Raven banner with him. My master, Odda, has called out the shire levy, a thousand men at a time. He is watching the coast."
This was news-and bad news. Ubbi was one of the dreaded sons of Ragnar. Two of the others were gone. Halfdan had retired to the north, Sigurd Snake-eye was thought to be ravaging in Ireland. And-thank G.o.d-no one had heard of Ivar the Boneless for some time. Bad news.
Alfred had hoped that he would only have to deal with the relatively weaker King Guthrum. But with Ubbi outfitting a fleet, the Ragnarssons still presented a great danger.
"Representing both Dorset and Hampshire we have Osbert."
Glum silence greeted this remark. The presence of Osbert reminded them that the true aldermen of these two shires could not or would not come. Everyone knew that the alderman of Hampshire had fled overseas, while the alderman of Dorset had cravenly submitted to the Viking Guthrum, so could not be trusted with knowledge of his king"s whereabouts.
Almost with relief Alfred turned to the three churchmen present.
"Bishop Daniel is here in his own right, to speak for the Church-"
"And also for my lord the archbishop of Canterbury."
"-and I have further invited Bishop Ceolred to join us, for his wisdom and his experience."
Eyes turned curiously to the old man, evidently in very poor health, who sat nearest the door.
He was in fact the bishop of Leicester, far beyond the borders of Wess.e.x. But Leicester was now a Viking town, and the bishop had fled to what he thought was safety with the king of Wess.e.x.
Perhaps he regretted it now. Still, Alfred thought, he might at least get some sense through to this overbearing idiot Daniel, and his lord of Canterbury.
"Finally Edbert my chaplain is here to make note of all decisions reached. And Wulfsige is present as captain of my guard."
Alfred looked around at his handful of followers and kept a stern face so his black depression would not show. "n.o.bles, I have to tell you this. There will be a battle. I am calling the muster of Wess.e.x for Ascension Day. It will be at Edgebright"s Stone, east of Selwood. Every man of Wess.e.x must be there or forfeit all land-right and kin-right forever."
There were slow nods. Every Christian knew when Easter was, if he knew nothing else. It had been ten days ago. In thirty more days it would be Ascension. Everyone knew Edgebright"s Stone. And it was far enough away from the Viking center at Chippenham to make a muster "possible.
"Bishop Daniel, I rely on you to pa.s.s this message to every priest in your diocese and in the archdiocese of your lord, so that they can tell every Christian in every parish."
"How am I to do that, my lord? I have no hundreds of hors.e.m.e.n."
"Write, then. Make a hundred writs. Send riders on circuits."
Edbert coughed apologetically. "Lord king, not all priests may be able to read. True they are pious men, worthy men, but-"
"They read and write quick enough when it comes to s.n.a.t.c.hing land by charter!" Wulfsige"s snarl was echoed by all the laymen.
Alfred silenced them with a sharp motion. "Send the messages, Bishop Daniel. Another day we will take up the question of whether priests who cannot read should be priests or not. The day of the muster is fixed, and I will be there, even if none of the rest of Wess.e.x follows me. But I trust my subjects" loyalty. We will have an army to fight the heathens. What I need to know is, how can I be sure of victory-this time?"
There was a long silence, while most of the men present stared at the floor. Alderman Ethelnoth slowly shook his head from side to side. No one could doubt his courage, but he had been at a lot of lost battles too. Only Daniel the bishop kept his head firmly erect. Finally, and with an impatient frown, he spoke.
"It is not for a servant of the Lord to give advice on secular matters-while laymen sit silent.
But is it not clear that the issue of all battles is in the hands of G.o.d? If we do our part, he will do his, and will succor us as he did Moses and the Israelites from Pharoah, or the people of Bethulia from the a.s.syrians. Let us have faith, and make the muster, trusting not in the feeble strength of mortal men."
"We"ve had faith many times before," remarked Ethelnoth. "It"s done us no good any time.
Except at Ashdown. And it wouldn"t have done then if the king had waited for the end of ma.s.s.
"Then that victory is the result of sin!" The bishop sat up straighter on his canvas stool and glared round him. "It is the sins of this country which have exposed us to what we now suffer! I had not thought to speak of this, but you force it on me. The sin is in this very room!"
"Who do you mean?" asked Wulfsige.
"I mean the highest. I mean the king. Deny it, lord, if you dare. But have you not again and again imposed on the rights of my true lord the archbishop? Have you not burdened his minsters with calls for tribute, for bridge money and fort money? And when the abbots, as was right and proper, refused to consent to these demands, relying on the charters given to their ancestors forever, have you not given the land to others, and sent your officers to seize church property by violence? Where are your endowments to the Church? And how have you tried to expiate the wrong your brother did, marrying his father"s widow in defiance of the laws of the Church and the word of the Holy Father himself? And what of the n.o.ble abbot Wulfred-"
"Enough, enough," Alfred broke in. "As for my brother"s incest, that is between him and G.o.d.
You anger me greatly with these charges. There have been no seizures by violence, except where my officers have been attacked. Wulfred brought his own troubles on himself. And as for the fort tax and the bridge tax, lord bishop, the money is to fight the heathens! Is that not a suitable object for the wealth of the Church? I know the charters except Church lands from such tolls, but they were drawn up before ever a heathen pirate set foot in England. Is it not better to give the money to me than to be pillaged by Guthrum?"
"Secular matters are not my concern," Daniel muttered. "Is that so? Then why should my men protect you from the Vikings?"
"Because it is your duty to keep safe the kingdom committed to you by the Lord-if you wish afterwards to receive the life of the eternal kingdom."
"And what is your duty?"
"My duty is to see that the rights of the Church are not diminished or infringed in any way, no matter what Herod or Pilate-"
"Lords, lords!" It was Bishop Ceolred who broke in, his voice so frail and weak that all stared at him with alarm. "I beg you, lord Bishop. Think only what may come. You have not seen a Viking sack-I have. After that horror there are no rights for the Church, or for any of G.o.d"s poor. They killed my confessor with ox bones. That dear brave man, he changed robes with me, died in my place. And me they sent out as you see now." He laid a thumbless, swollen hand in his lap. "They said I would write no more lying papers. I beg you, lords, come to an agreement."
"I cannot give away my lord archbishop"s rights," said Daniel.
For some time Alfred had been aware of growing commotion in the camp outside. It did not sound alarmed-rather more joyful and excited. The canvas screen was lifted, and the ma.s.sive figure of Tobba appeared in the gap, the gold ring glinting round his neck, given him by the king as his personal share of the spoil three days before.
"It"s an errand rider, lord. From Rome. From the pope."
"A sign!" cried Edbert. "A token from G.o.d. Even as the dove returned to Noah with olive in its beak, so peace has come to our dissensions."
The young man who entered seemed no dove. His olive skin was drawn with fatigue, his well- cut garments dusty and stained from the road. He stared around him with incomprehension, looking at the roughly dressed men, the rude quarters.
"Your pardon, gentlemens, lords? I am looking, seeking the king of English. Alfredo, king of English. One of great trust, told me here to seek ..."
His befuddlement was obvious. Alfred controlled his anger and spoke quietly. "I am he."
The young man looked about rather obviously for a clean patch of earth to kneel on, found only mud, and with a suppressed sigh knelt and handed over a doc.u.ment. It was a vellum roll, a heavy wax seal dangling from it.
As Alfred unscrolled it gold leaf glinted between the carefully scribed rows of purple ink. The king held it for a moment, not knowing what to think. Could this be his salvation! He remembered the marble buildings and great power. He had been to Rome himself, twice, had viewed the grandeur of the Holy See. But that had been many years ago, before his life shut down to a blur of rain and blood, days in the saddle, nights planning and conferring. Now the Holy See had come to him.
He pa.s.sed the doc.u.ment to Edbert. "Read it to us all."
Edbert handled the doc.u.ment reverently, and spoke in a hushed voice. "It is written in Latin, my lord. Illuminated by scribes-and signed by His Holiness himself. It says ... it says . . . "To Alfred, king of the English. Know, lord King, that we have heard of your travels ..." no, that is trials "... and as you, being placed in the life of this world, daily sustain certain hardships, so in like measure do we, and we not only weep for our own-but also sorrow with you, condolence, having sympathy"-no, no-".suffering alas, jointly with you."
Osbert muttered angrily. "Are there Vikings in Rome too?" He turned away from Bishop Daniel"s furious glare. Edbert read on.
"But for all our joint sufferings, we exhort and warn you, King, that you should not do as a foolish worldling would do, and think only of the troubles of this present time. Remember that the blessed G.o.d will not suffer you to be tempted or, or probare, to prove." No-"will not suffer you to be tempted or tried above that of which you are able, but will give you the strength to bear any of the trials which in His wisdom He has set upon you. Above all you should strive with willing heart to protect the priests, the men, and the women of the Church." "
"That"s exactly what we are all doing," grunted Ethelnoth.
" "But know, O King, that we have heard from our most reverend and holy brother, the archbishop of the race of the English who takes his See in Canterbury, that in your folly you have oppressed upon his rights and privileges as a father of those committed to his care. Now, of all sins, the sin of avaritia, of greed is most foul and repellent among the rulers and protectors of the Christian peoples, most abominable and dangerous to the soul. We do most solemnly therefore advise, exhort, and command by this letter from our apostolic dignity that you do now cease and desist from all oppressions against the Church, and do restore to its rulers all those privileges and rights, especially in the matter of peaceful and untroubled and taxless possession of the Church"s lands, which were granted to them by your ancestors, as we have heard the most G.o.dly kings of the English race, and even by your contemporaries, such as the most pious and worthy gentleman ..." The scribe has written the name Bulcredo, my lord, but he must mean-"
"He means that runaway b.a.s.t.a.r.d Burgred," snarled the scarred man, Wihtbord.
"Indeed that must be it. . . . Burgred, who now lives with us in our Holy See, in peace and in honor. So we exhort you to show due honor to your priests, bishops, and archbishop, as you wish to have our friendship in this life and salvation in the life to come." "
"It is the truth, G.o.d"s truth!" Daniel cried aloud. "Spoken from the throne of G.o.d on earth.
Just what I said before the message came. If we fulfil our spiritual duties, our temporal difficulties will disappear. Listen to His Holiness, my king. Restore the rights of the Church.
When you do this the Vikings will be destroyed and dispersed by the hand of G.o.d."
Anger clouded Alfred"s face-but before he could speak Edbert hurried on.
"There"s another paragraph ..." He looked up from the paper to his master with a face of woe.
"What does it say?"
"Well, it says, it says-"We have heard also with great displeasure that our previous orders have not been obeyed. That in spite of the opinion of the apostolic See, the clerics of England have not yet voluntarily given up the lay habit, and do not clothe themselves in tunics after the Roman fashion, reaching chastely to the ankle." And then he says, well he goes on, that if this vile habit is given up and we all dress as he does, then G.o.d will love us and our afflictions will vanish like snow."
A bark of laughter came from the red-faced Ethelnoth. "So that"s what"s been causing our troubles! If the priestlings all hide their knees Guthrum will be terrified and run right back to Denmark." He spat, forcefully, on the puddled floor. The pope"s messenger drew back, not following the quick talk-but knowing that something was very wrong.
"You have no awareness of spirituality, lord Alderman," said Daniel, the archbishop of Canterbury"s representative, pulling on his riding gloves with an air of finality, eyeing both his own long robe and Edbert"s short-cut tunic and breeches. "We were asking for a message to guide us, and one has come. We must take the advice and the instruction of our father in G.o.d. I regard that as settled. There is one other matter, lord King, trivial in itself, but which I see as a trial of your good intentions and sincerity. That man, that man who came in with the message, with the gold ring round his neck. He is a runaway slave from one of my own manors. I recognize him. I must have him back." "Tobba?" barked Wulfsige. "You can"t have him. He may be a churl, he may even have been a slave, but he"s accepted now. He"s accepted by the companions. The king gave him that gold ring himself."
"Enough of this," Alfred said wearily. "I"ll buy him from you."
"That will not do. I must have him back in person. We have had too many runaways recently- "I know that-and I know that they"re running to the Vikings," shouted Alfred, goaded at last out of politeness. "But this man ran to his king, to fight the invaders of England. You can"t-"
"I must have him back," ground on Daniel. "I shall make an example of him. The law says that if a slave cannot make rest.i.tution to his master, then he shall pay for it with his hide. And he cannot make rest.i.tution to the Church for his own worth-"
"He has a gold ring worth ten slaves!" "But since that is his possession, and he is my possession, it is my possession too. And he has also committed sacrilege, in removing himself from the ownership of the Church."
"So what are you going to do?"
"The penalty for church-breach is flaying, and I shall flay him. Not fatally. My men are most expert. But all who see his back in future will know that the arm of the Church is long. He must be delivered to my tent before sunrise. And mark this, King." Daniel turned back from the door.
"If you persist in holding him, and in your other errors, there will be no pa.s.sing of your messages. You will come to Edgebright"s Stone, and find it as bare of men as a nunnery"s privy!"
He turned and swept through the makeshift door. In the silence that followed all eyes were on Alfred. He avoided their gaze, rose and took up his long sword and strode from the room, his face set and unreadable. Wulfsige scrambled to his feet too late to bar the way.
"Where are you going?" called Edbert after him.