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Updated: May 1, 2025
The season was well forward, the elms and bushes had arrayed themselves in their brightest robe of green; the hedges were white and fragrant with may; the anemone, the primrose, the cowslip, and blue bell carpeted the sward of the Andredsweald; the oaks and poplars were already putting on their summer garb.
Down into the clayland forests of the Andredsweald, and up out of them again at Basing, on to the clean crisp chalk turf; to strike at Popham Lane the Roman road from Silchester, and hold it over the high downs, till they saw far below them the royal city of Winchester.
"Nay, my son, we have few loyal servants in the Andredsweald, and those who honour us will we honour ." The followers of Drogo made the place resound with their acclamations. The multitude cried, "Largesse!
A vast sheet of scrub, woodland, and waste which then bore the name of the Andredsweald stretched for more than a hundred miles from the borders of Kent to the Hampshire Downs, extending northward almost to the Thames and leaving only a thin strip of coast which now bears the name of Sussex between its southern edge and the sea.
They had a long conversation that afternoon, wherein Grimbeard maintained that the position of the "merrie men," who still kept up a struggle against the Government in the various great forests of the land, such as green Sherwood and the Andredsweald, were simply patriots maintaining a lawful struggle against foreign oppressors.
The eyes of all present followed his gesture, and they saw a bright spot of light arise on the summit of the downs, distant some twelve miles. "It is the signal. All is lost! The rebels have won, and we must fly for our lives." "They may be merciful." "Nay, we have too black a name in the Andredsweald. We should have to answer for every peasant we have hanged or hen roost we have robbed."
The reader will remember that news of her death had reached Martin soon after his arrival at Kenilworth, without which he could not have remained all these years away from the Andredsweald. It was the May Day of 1259, one of the brightest days of the calendar.
It bore the name of Walderne, which signifies a sylvan spot frequented by the wild beasts; the castle lay beneath; the parish church rose on the summit of the ridge above a simple Norman structure, imposing in its very simplicity. Behind, the ground rose gradually to the summit of the ridge which formed a sort of backbone to the Andredsweald.
"I am a stranger, Oswald, the thane's son," he said. "I do not rightly know in which direction your home may lie." I know now that he was himself as lost as I, but that he did not tell me, for my sake. It is an easy thing for a stranger to go astray in the Andredsweald. But I could not tell him more than that I knew that I had left the sea always behind me so long as I knew where it lay.
"I am no priest, only a preacher, and my mission is to the Andredsweald at large, and the scattered sheep of the Great Shepherd therein." "Only thou knowest our whereabouts too well. We may not let thee go in and out without security, that our retreat be not made known." "Father, I have eaten of your bread, and once more of my own free will accepted your hospitality.
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