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Crake, A. D. (Augustine David), 1836-1890

"Edwy the Fair or the First Chronicle of Aescendune"


Yet, even at this moment of awful suspense, a voice seemed to whisper in
his ear, "Stand still, and see the salvation of God."
"Oswy," he exclaimed, "we shall not die--I feel sure that God will
save us!"
"It must be soon then," replied Oswy; "soon, my lord, for they have
already set the place on fire, just beneath us; can you not smell the
smoke?"
Just at that moment came the war cry of the Mercians, and the charge we
have already described.
It was during the following few minutes, while Ragnar and all his men
were vainly striving to extinguish the conflagration they had raised--
for the dry timber of which the hall was chiefly built had taken fire
like matchwood--it was while the friends without were preparing to
attack, that a sudden change came over the patient.
"Alfred, my brother!"
Alfred looked round in surprise; consciousness had returned, and the
face was calm and possessed as his own.
"Elfric, my dear Elfric!"
"What does all this mean? How came I here? What makes this smoke?"
"We are in danger, great danger; prisoners in our own house, which they
have set on fire."
"I remember now--is not this our dear father's room?"
"Yes; we are prisoners in it, they have barred the door upon us."
"But they cannot bar us in: there is another door, Alfred; one my father
once pointed out to me, but told me to keep its existence a secret, as
it always had been kept.


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