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Updated: June 15, 2025
Anlaf, whom thy coming dismissed, hath just wearied me with sad tales of bloodshed and ravage. Go and hear him; go hear the bodes of thy brother Tostig, who wait without in our hall; go, take axe, and take shield, and the men of earth's war, and do justice and right; and on thy return thou shalt see with what rapture sublime a Christian King can soar aloft from his throne! Go!"
From the dawn of day, horses, heavily laden, left the camp, loaded with the accumulated spoil of the year. Anlaf himself was very busy, and it was with some real alarm that Alfgar asked him what would happen did the English suddenly appear. "No fear of them, boy. We have received certain intelligence that their army is disbanded for want of provisions.
We have been able to learn nothing of Alfgar; but we think that Anlaf probably yet lives, and that he has recovered his son; yet we cannot imagine how he escaped on St. Brice's night. Well, to return. We at once set to work, and erected a church of timber, for the service of God; and I said mass in it the first Sunday after our arrival there.
He was formally introduced by the officer in waiting, and the king at once dismissed that functionary. "Alfgar, son of Anlaf, we have met before," observed the monarch. "We have, my lord." "I did not refer to later occasions, when we have met on the battlefield, but to a far earlier one. Need I recall it? Surely there are some moments in one's life never to be forgotten."
Here we are, all of us who are near and dear by the ties of blood, in this woodland Zoar, which hath indeed been a Zoar in the late troublous years, utterly untouched, which again we regard as a proof that Anlaf does not live, for he could have found us out had his revenge led him to do so when Sweyn was in Mercia.
At first we thought it was reverence, somewhat exaggerated, to a pilgrim, but when the aged man cried aloud, "The God of Abraham bless thee, even thee, O my son!" and the tears streamed down the furrows of his aged cheeks, we knew it must be something more than this, and so it proved. It was none other than Anlaf Anlaf who had disappeared from all the knowledge of friend or foe for ten years!
When Athelstane was dead, the Danes, both in Northumberland and Mercia, revolted against the English rule, and made Anlaf their king. Archbishop Wulfstan, then of York, sided with them, perhaps being himself of Danish blood. The kingdom was eventually divided between Edmund and Aulaf, until the death of the latter.
"Thou hast left one behind thee one who did not fear to die the martyr's death." "Dost thou mean Bertric of Aescendune?" "I do; they slew him, cruelly, although neither he nor his have ever dealt cruelly with thy people." "Thy people, why not our people? art thou ashamed of thy kindred?" "Of their cruelty and treachery." Anlaf laughed aloud.
Moreover King Anlaf had proclaimed a challenge, giving them seven days' grace wherein either to deliver up the city keys, or to find a champion who should fight against the great and terrible Danish giant Colbrand; and every day for seven days' the giant came before the walls and cried for a man to fight with him. But there was found no man so hardy to do battle with Colbrand.
Before he left he summoned Alfgar, Anlaf, and Elfwyn, to a conference in the library for they have a library as of old in the hall and then he told Alfgar that he had talked with Anlaf who wished to convey the manorial rights of his former patrimony, and all its revenues, to his son, and to join our brotherhood, and that he desired him to witness the deed.
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