"Where am I? What have I been doing?" he exclaimed.
"You are safe, my dear son, and in the hands of friends," replied
Dunstan, "although you have had a narrow, narrow escape; we are secure
for the present from our foes."
They consulted together in low tones as to their future movements, and
the abbot inquired particularly of the guide concerning the fords and
bridges.
"There is a ford only a mile or two away, but I expect they will find
they cannot cross it."
"Is there no place of refuge near? He is unable to sit his horse."
"There is a cottage close by, kept by a cowherd, who is a good and true
man."
"Then lead us to it at once," replied Dunstan.
Alfred had by this time recognised his position, and he implored Dunstan
not to endanger his own safety for his sake; but the abbot paid no
attention. They reached the cottage just as the day was dawning, and the
east was bright with rosy light. It was such a place as the great king,
after whom Alfred was named, had found refuge in when pressed by the
Danes. It was poor, but neat and clean beyond the usual degree; and when
the wants of their early visitors were known, and Dunstan was
recognised, the utmost zeal was displayed in his cause.
All that could be done for Alfred was done at once, but he was
manifestly too shaken and bruised to be able to travel; and, giving him
his fatherly blessing, Dunstan was compelled by the guide to hurry on,
leaving him in the care of Oswy.
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