Saxon 01 - The Last Kingdom by Bernard Cornwell Page A
Authors: Bernard Cornwell
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Cornwell The Last Kingdom though at one time they had been the bitterest of enemies. "Gods fight," Ragnar went on earnestly, "and some win, some lose. The Christian god is losing. Otherwise why would we be here? Why would we be winning? The gods reward us if we give them respect, but the Christian god doesn't help his people, does he? They weep rivers of tears for him, they pray to him, they give him their silver, and we come along and slaughter them! Their god is pathetic. If he had any real power then we wouldn't be here, would we?"
It seemed an unassailable logic to me.
What was the point of worshipping a god if he did not help you? And it was incontrovertible that the worshippers of Odin and Thor were winning, and I surreptitiously touched the hammer of Thor hanging from my neck as we returned to theWind-Viper.
Bernard Cornwell The Last Kingdom We left Gegnesburh ravaged, its folk weeping and its storehouses emptied, and we rowed on down the wide river, the belly of our boat piled with grain, bread, salted meat, and smoked fish. Later, much later, I learned that Ælswith, King Alfred's wife, had come from Gegnesburh. Her father, the man who had failed to fight us, was ealdorman there and she had grown up in the town and always lamented that, after she had left, the Danes had sacked the place. God, she always declared, would have his revenge on the pagans who had ravaged her hometown, and it seemed wise not to tell her that I had been one of the ravagers.
We ended the voyage at a town called Snotengaham, which means the Home of Snot's people, and it was a much greater place than Gegnesburh, but its garrison had fled and those people who remained Bernard Cornwell The Last Kingdom welcomed the Danes with piles of food and heaps of silver. There would have been time for a horseman to reach Snotengaham with news of Gegnesburh's dead, and the Danes were always happy for such messengers to spread fear of their coming, and so the larger town, with its walls, fell without a fight.
Some ships' crews were ordered to man the walls, while others raided the countryside.
The first thing they sought was more horses, and when the war bands were mounted they ranged farther afield, stealing, burning, and harrowing the land. "We shall stay here,"
Ragnar told me.
"All summer?"
"Till the world ends, Uhtred. This is Danish land now." At winter's end Ivar and Ubba had sent three ships back to the Danish homeland to encourage more settlers, and Bernard Cornwell The Last Kingdom those new ships began arriving in ones and twos, bringing men, women, and children.
The newcomers were allowed to take whatever houses they wished, except for those few that belonged to the Mercian leaders who had bent the knee to Ivar and Ubba. One of those was the bishop, a young man called Æthelbrid, who preached to his congregations that God had sent the Danes. He never said why God had done this, and perhaps he did not know, but the sermons meant that his wife and children lived and his house was safe and his church was allowed to retain one silver mass cup, though Ivar insisted that the bishop's twin sons be held as hostages in case the Christian god changed his mind about the Danes.
Ragnar, like the other Danish leaders, constantly rode out into the country to bring Bernard Cornwell The Last Kingdom back food and he liked me to go with him, for I could translate for him, and as the days passed we heard more and more stories of a great Mercian army gathering to the south, at Ledecestre, which Ragnar said was the greatest fortress in Mercia. It had been made by the Romans, who built better than any man could build now, and Burghred, Mercia's king, was assembling his forces there, and that was why Ragnar was so intent on gathering food. "They'll besiege us," he said, "but we'll win and then Ledecestre will be ours and so will Mercia." He spoke very calmly, as though there could be no possibility of defeat.
Rorik stayed in the town while I rode
It seemed an unassailable logic to me.
What was the point of worshipping a god if he did not help you? And it was incontrovertible that the worshippers of Odin and Thor were winning, and I surreptitiously touched the hammer of Thor hanging from my neck as we returned to theWind-Viper.
Bernard Cornwell The Last Kingdom We left Gegnesburh ravaged, its folk weeping and its storehouses emptied, and we rowed on down the wide river, the belly of our boat piled with grain, bread, salted meat, and smoked fish. Later, much later, I learned that Ælswith, King Alfred's wife, had come from Gegnesburh. Her father, the man who had failed to fight us, was ealdorman there and she had grown up in the town and always lamented that, after she had left, the Danes had sacked the place. God, she always declared, would have his revenge on the pagans who had ravaged her hometown, and it seemed wise not to tell her that I had been one of the ravagers.
We ended the voyage at a town called Snotengaham, which means the Home of Snot's people, and it was a much greater place than Gegnesburh, but its garrison had fled and those people who remained Bernard Cornwell The Last Kingdom welcomed the Danes with piles of food and heaps of silver. There would have been time for a horseman to reach Snotengaham with news of Gegnesburh's dead, and the Danes were always happy for such messengers to spread fear of their coming, and so the larger town, with its walls, fell without a fight.
Some ships' crews were ordered to man the walls, while others raided the countryside.
The first thing they sought was more horses, and when the war bands were mounted they ranged farther afield, stealing, burning, and harrowing the land. "We shall stay here,"
Ragnar told me.
"All summer?"
"Till the world ends, Uhtred. This is Danish land now." At winter's end Ivar and Ubba had sent three ships back to the Danish homeland to encourage more settlers, and Bernard Cornwell The Last Kingdom those new ships began arriving in ones and twos, bringing men, women, and children.
The newcomers were allowed to take whatever houses they wished, except for those few that belonged to the Mercian leaders who had bent the knee to Ivar and Ubba. One of those was the bishop, a young man called Æthelbrid, who preached to his congregations that God had sent the Danes. He never said why God had done this, and perhaps he did not know, but the sermons meant that his wife and children lived and his house was safe and his church was allowed to retain one silver mass cup, though Ivar insisted that the bishop's twin sons be held as hostages in case the Christian god changed his mind about the Danes.
Ragnar, like the other Danish leaders, constantly rode out into the country to bring Bernard Cornwell The Last Kingdom back food and he liked me to go with him, for I could translate for him, and as the days passed we heard more and more stories of a great Mercian army gathering to the south, at Ledecestre, which Ragnar said was the greatest fortress in Mercia. It had been made by the Romans, who built better than any man could build now, and Burghred, Mercia's king, was assembling his forces there, and that was why Ragnar was so intent on gathering food. "They'll besiege us," he said, "but we'll win and then Ledecestre will be ours and so will Mercia." He spoke very calmly, as though there could be no possibility of defeat.
Rorik stayed in the town while I rode
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