King Olaf's Kinsman - A Story of the Last Saxon Struggle against the Danes in the Days of Ironside and Cnut by Charles W. (Charles Watts) Whistler
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was among the village children, and from which my mother sought to
keep her free. It might be that the thane had returned, but it was in my mind that the manner of Grinkel's coming boded ill to all of us. So I rode on quickly down the hill towards the river. I knew not how near the Danes might be, but I thought little of them, until suddenly through the dusk I saw a red point of fire flicker and broaden out into flame on a hilltop eastward, where I knew a beacon fire was piled against need. And then from every point along the Stour valley beacon after beacon flashed out in answer, until all the countryside was full of them; and I hurried on more swiftly than before. Our hall stood on the hill crest above church and village, beyond the reach of creeping river mist and sudden floods, and I rode down the track that crosses the lower road and so comes to the ford below Osgod's place on the Essex side of the river. And when I came to the crossing my horse pricked his ears and snorted, so that I knew there were horsemen about, and I reined up and waited in the lane. I could hear the quick hoofbeats of two steeds, and all the air was full of the sound of alarm bells, for the evening was very still. Then up the road from eastward rode two men at an easy gallop, and my horse's manner told me that a stable mate of his was coming, so I feared no longer but went into the main road to meet them. "What news?" I cried, and they halted. |
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