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Updated: May 14, 2025
Better are prayers than charms; for the former are heard in heaven above, and the latter only in the pit below. Let me and all the women of Ely go rather in procession to St. Etheldreda's well, there above the fort at Aldreth, and pray St. Etheldreda to be with us when the day shall come, and defend her own isle and the honor of us women who have taken refuge in her holy arms."
"That the king must go back to Aldreth again; for only from thence he would take the isle; for and that was true enough I dreamt I saw all the water of Aldreth full of wolves, clambering over into the island on each other's backs." "That means that some of them will be drowned." "Let them drown. I left him to find out that part of the dream for himself.
"I knew it." "The French are in the island. They have got Aldreth. The whole army is marching from Cambridge. The whole fleet is coming up from Southrey. And you have time " "To burn Ely over the monks' heads. Men! Get bogwood out of yon cottage, make yourselves torches, and onward!" Then rose a babel of questions, which Torfrida answered as she could. But she had nothing to tell.
So all the women of Ely walked out barefoot to St. Etheldreda's well, with Torfrida at their head clothed in sackcloth, and with fetters on her wrists and waist and ankles; which she vowed, after the strange, sudden, earnest fashion of those times, never to take off again till she saw the French host flee from Aldreth before the face of St. Etheldreda.
He ascended the heights to Sutton. It was his shortest way to Ely. He could not see Aldreth from thence; but he could see Willingham field, and Belsar's hills, round the corner of Haddenham Hill. The sun was setting long before they reached Ely; but just as he sank into the western fen, Winter stopped, pointing. "Was that the flash of arms? There, far away, just below Willingham town.
William, they say, struck his tents and departed forthwith, "groaning from deep grief of heart;" and so ended the first battle of Aldreth. A month after the fight, there came into the camp at Cambridge, riding on a good horse, himself fat and well-liking, none other than Sir Dade. Boisterously he was received, as one alive from the dead; and questioned as to his adventures and sufferings.
The king's luncheon was preparing; and he listened to their chatter, and picked up this at least, which was valuable to him, that the witches' story was true; that a great attack would be made from Aldreth; that boats had been ordered up the river to Cotinglade, and pioneers and entrenching tools were to be sent on that day to the site of the old causeway. But soon he had to take care of himself.
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