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The Warrior Chronicles

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by Bernard Cornwell


  It took all day to hunt the survivors down through the tangle of marsh, reeds and inlets of Caninga. We captured hundreds of women and children, and men picked those they wanted as slaves. That was how I met Sigunn, a girl I discovered shivering in a ditch. She was fair, pale and slight, just sixteen, a widow because her husband was dead in the captured fort, and she cringed when I stepped through the reeds. ‘No,’ she said over and over, ‘no, no, no.’ I held out my hand and, after a while, because fate had left her no choice, she took it and I gave her into Sihtric’s care. ‘Look after her,’ I told him in Danish, a language he spoke well, ‘and make sure she’s not hurt.’

  We burned the forts. I wanted to hold onto them, to use them as an outlying fortress to protect Lundene, but Edward was emphatic that our fight at Beamfleot was simply a raid into East Anglian territory, and that to hold the forts would break the treaty his father had made with East Anglia’s king. It did not matter that half East Anglia’s Danes were raiding with Haesten, Edward was determined that his father’s treaty should be honoured, and so we pulled down the great walls, piled the timbers in the halls and set fire to them, but first we took away all the treasure and loaded it onto four of the captured ships.

  Next day the fires still burned. It was three days before I could step among the embers to find a skull. I think it was Skade’s, though I cannot be certain. I rammed a Danish spear butt-first into the fire-hardened earth, then rammed the skull over the broken blade. The scorched bone face stared sightless towards the creek where the skeletons of almost two hundred ships still smoked. ‘It’s a warning,’ I told Father Heahberht. ‘If another Dane comes here, let them see their fate.’ I gave Father Heahberht a large bag of silver. ‘If you ever need help,’ I told him, ‘come to me.’ Out by the moat, where the fires had not reached, but where so many West Saxons and Mercians had died, the mud was still littered with dead bees. ‘Tell Brun,’ I said, ‘that you said a prayer for his bees.’

  We left next morning. Edward rode west, taking his troops with him, though first he had said farewell, and I thought his face had taken on a sterner, harder look. ‘Will you stay in Mercia?’ he asked me.

  ‘Your father wants that, lord,’ I said.

  ‘Yes, he does,’ he said. ‘So will you?’

  ‘You know the answer, lord,’ I said.

  He looked at me in silence, then there was the slightest smile. ‘I think,’ he said slowly, ‘that Wessex will need Mercia.’

  ‘And Mercia needs Æthelflæd,’ I said.

  ‘Yes,’ he said simply.

  Father Coenwulf lingered a moment longer. He leaned down from his saddle and offered me a hand. He said nothing, just shook my hand then spurred after his lord.

  I sailed with the captured ships to Lundene. The sea behind me was silvered pink beneath the skeins of smoke that still drifted from Beamfleot. My own crew, helped by a score of clumsy Mercians, rowed the ship that held Haesten’s wife, his two sons and forty other hostages. Finan guarded them, though none showed defiance.

  Æthelflaed stood with me at the steering oar. She gazed behind to where the smoke shimmered and I knew she was remembering the last time she had sailed from Beamfleot. There had been smoke then too, and dead men, and such sorrow. She had lost her lover and saw only the bleak dark ahead.

  Now she looked at me and, as her brother had done, she smiled. This time she was happy.

  The long oars dipped, the river banks closed on us, and in the west the smoke of Lundene veiled the sky.

  As I took Æthelflæd home.

  Historical Note

  In the middle of the nineteenth century a railway line was made from London’s Fenchurch Street to Southend and, when excavating at what is now South Benfleet (Beamfleot), the navvies discovered the charred remnants of burned ships among which were scattered human skeletons. Those remains were over nine hundred years old, and they were what was left of Haesten’s army and fleet.

  I grew up in nearby Thundersley (Thunresleam) where, in Saint Peter’s churchyard, was a standing stone pierced by a hole, which local lore claimed was the devil’s stone. If you walked three times around it, counter-clockwise, and whispered into the hole it was said that the devil could hear you and would grant your wishes. It never worked for me, though not for lack of trying. The stone, of course, long predated the coming of Christianity to Britain and, indeed, the arrival of the Saxons who first brought the worship of Thor and so gave the village its name.

  Just to the west of our house was a precipitous slope that falls to the plain leading to London. The escarpment is called Bread and Cheese Hill and I was told the name came from Saxon times and meant ‘broad and sharp’, being a description of the weapons used on the hill in a long ago battle between Vikings and Saxons. Maybe. Yet, strangely, I never learned how important Benfleet was to the long story of England’s making.

  In the last decade of the ninth century, Alfred’s Wessex was again under determined assault from the Danes. There were three attacks. An unknown leader (whom I have called Harald) led one fleet to Kent, as did Haesten. Meanwhile the Northumbrian Danes were to mount a shipborne assault on Wessex’s south coast.

  The two Danish forces in Kent had both been raiding in what is now France and had accepted lavish bribes to leave those lands and assault Wessex instead. Haesten then took more bribes to withdraw from Wessex, and even allowed his wife and two sons to be baptised as Christians. Meanwhile the larger force of Danes advanced westwards from Kent, eventually to be defeated at Farnham in Surrey (Fearnhamme). That battle was one of the greatest victories of the Saxons over the Danes. It shattered the large Danish army, forcing the survivors to carry their wounded leader northwards to find refuge on Torneie (Thorney Island) a site that has now disappeared under the development surrounding Heathrow Airport. The fugitives were besieged there, but the siege failed and the Saxons again used silver to get rid of them. Many of the survivors went to Benfleet (then part of the kingdom of East Anglia) where Haesten had made a fortress.

  Haesten, despite his protestations of friendship, now went on the offensive by attacking Mercia. Alfred, who protected Mercia, was distracted by the assault of the Northumbrian Danes, but he sent his son Edward to attack Haesten’s base at Benfleet. That assault was wholly successful and the Saxons were able to burn and capture Haesten’s vast fleet, as well as recapture much of Haesten’s plunder and take countless hostages, including Haesten’s family. It was a magnificent victory, though it by no means ended the war.

  Mercia, that ancient kingdom that filled the heart of England, was without a king in this period, and Alfred, I am certain, wished to keep it that way. He had adopted the title ‘King of the Angelcynn’, which described an ambition rather than a reality. Other Saxon kings had claimed to rule the ‘English’, but none had ever succeeded in uniting the English-speaking kingdoms, but Alfred dreamed of it. He would not achieve it, but he did lay the foundations on which his son Edward, his daughter Æthelflæd, and Edward’s son, Æthelstan, succeeded.

  The device that saved the Saxons from defeat was the burh, those fortified towns which were the response of rulers all across Christendom to the threat of the Vikings. Viking soldiers, for all their fearsome reputation, were not equipped for sieges, and by fortifying large towns in which folk and their livestock could take shelter, the Christian rulers constantly thwarted Viking ambitions. The Danes could roam across much of Wessex and Mercia, but their enemies were safe in the burhs that were defended by the fyrd, a citizen army. Eventually, as at Fearnhamme, the professional army would face the Danes and, by the end of the ninth century, the Saxons had learned to fight every bit as well as the northmen.

  The northmen are usually called Vikings and some historians suggest that, far from being the feared predators of myth, they were peace-loving folk who mostly lived amicably with their Saxon neighbours. This ignores much contemporary evidence, let alone the skeletons that are doubtless still buried beneath the railway at Benfleet. Alfred organised Wessex for war and built
hugely expensive defences and he would have done none of that if the Vikings were as peaceably inclined as some revisionists want us to believe. The first Vikings were raiders, looking for slaves and silver, but soon they wanted land as well and so settled in the north and east of England where they added to England’s place names and to the English language. It is true that those settlers eventually assimilated into the Saxon population, but other northmen still lusted after the land to their south and west, and so the wars continued. It was not till William the Conqueror came to England that the long struggle between Scandinavians and Saxons ended, and William, of course, was a Norman; the word denoting ‘northmen’ because the rulers of Normandy were Vikings who had settled on that peninsula. The Norman Conquest was really the last triumph of the northmen, but it came too late to destroy Alfred’s dream, which was the creation of a unified state called England.

  I have been (and will be) mightily unfair to Æthelred. There is not a scrap of evidence to suggest that Alfred’s son-in-law was as small-minded and ineffective as I make him out to be, and I recommend, as a corrective, Ian W. Walker’s superb book Mercia and the Making of England (Sutton Publishing, Stroud, 2000). As for Æthelred’s wife, Alfred’s daughter Æthelflæd, she has been strangely forgotten in our history, even at a time when feminist historians have laboured to bring women out from the shadows of patriarchal history. Æthelflæd is a heroine, a woman who was to lead armies against the Danes and do much to push the growing frontiers of England wider and deeper.

  Farnham and Benfleet were two body blows against Danish ambitions to destroy Saxon England, yet the struggle of the Angelcynn is far from over. Haesten is still rampaging through the southern midlands, while Danes rule in both East Anglia and Northumbria, so Uhtred, now firmly allied to Æthelflæd, will campaign again.

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  DEATH OF KINGS

  DEATH OF KINGS

  BERNARD CORNWELL

  DEATH OF KINGS

  is for Anne LeClaire,

  Novelist and Friend,

  who supplied the first line.

  CONTENTS

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Map

  The Royal Family of Wessex

  Place Names

  Part One: THE SORCERESS

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Part Two: DEATH OF A KING

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Part Three: ANGELS

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Part Four: DEATH IN WINTER

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Historical Note

  Copyright

  The Royal Family of Wessex

  PLACE NAMES

  The spelling of place names in Anglo-Saxon England was an uncertain business, with no consistency and no agreement even about the name itself. Thus London was variously rendered as Lundonia, Lundenberg, Lundenne, Lundene, Lundenwic, Lundenceaster and Lundres. Doubtless some readers will prefer other versions of the names listed below, but I have usually employed whichever spelling is cited in either the Oxford or the Cambridge Dictionary of English Place-Names for the years nearest to AD 900, but even that solution is not foolproof. Hayling Island, in 956, was written as both Heilincigae and Hæglingaiggæ. Nor have I been consistent myself; I should spell England as Englaland, and have preferred the modern form Northumbria to Norðhymbralond to avoid the suggestion that the boundaries of the ancient kingdom coincide with those of the modern county. So this list, like the spellings themselves, is capricious.

  Baddan Byrig

  Badbury Rings, Dorset

  Beamfleot

  Benfleet, Essex

  Bebbanburg

  Bamburgh, Northumberland

  Bedanford

  Bedford, Bedfordshire

  Blaneford

  Blandford Forum, Dorset

  Buccingahamm

  Buckingham, Bucks

  Buchestanes

  Buxton, Derbyshire

  Ceaster

  Chester, Cheshire

  Cent

  County of Kent

  Cippanhamm

  Chippenham, Wiltshire

  Cirrenceastre

  Cirencester, Gloucestershire

  Contwaraburg

  Canterbury, Kent

  Cyninges Tun

  Kingston upon Thames, Greater London

  Cracgelad

  Cricklade, Wiltshire

  Cumbraland

  Cumberland

  Cytringan

  Kettering, Northants

  Dumnoc

  Dunwich, Suffolk

  Dunholm

  Durham, County Durham

  Eanulfsbirig

  St Neot, Cambridgeshire

  Eleg

  Ely, Cambridgeshire

  Eoferwic

  York, Yorkshire (called Jorvik by the Danes)

  Exanceaster

  Exeter, Devon

  Fagranforda

  Fairford, Gloucestershire

  Fearnhamme

  Farnham, Surrey

  Fifhidan

  Fyfield, Wiltshire

  Fughelness

  Foulness Island, Essex

  Gegnesburh

  Gainsborough, Lincolnshire

  Gleawecestre

  Gloucester, Gloucestershire
>
  Grantaceaster

  Cambridge, Cambridgeshire

  Hothlege, River

  Hadleigh Ray, Essex

  Hrofeceastre

  Rochester, Kent

  Humbre, River

  River Humber

  Huntandon

  Huntingdon, Cambridgeshire

  Liccelfeld

  Lichfield, Staffordshire

  Lindisfarena

  Lindisfarne (Holy Island), Northumberland

  Lundene

  London

  Medwæg, River

  River Medway, Kent

  Natangrafum

  Notgrove, Gloucestershire

  Oxnaforda

  Oxford, Oxfordshire

 

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