Who are without?"
"The Mercians, Edgar's army, come to deliver us; if we can reach them,
we are safe."
"I thought they were our foes, but all seems strange now. Alfred, lift
up the tapestry which conceals the recess where dear father's armour hung."
Alfred complied.
"Now, just where the breastplate hung you will find a round knob of wood
like a peg."
"Yes, it is here."
"Push it hard--no, harder."
Alfred did so, and a concealed door flew open; he stepped through it
with a cry of joy, and found himself on the staircase leading up from
the postern gate by which he had entered, just below the closed door
which led into the gallery above.
"God be thanked! we are saved--saved. Elfric!
"Oswy, take him in your arms, quick! quick! I lead the way, and will get
the boat ready--door open and boat ready."
It was all the work of a moment; they were on the private staircase,
carrying Elfric, carefully wrapt up. The smoke had entered even here;
the next moment they were at the entrance. Happily the whole attention
of Ragnar was concentrated on self preservation.
One more minute, and Elfric was placed in the coracle. The Mercians on
the further bank now observed them, and at first, not knowing them,
seemed disposed to treat them as foes; when Oswy cried aloud, "Spare
your arrows; it is Elfric of Aescendune;" and they crowded to the bank
joyfully, for the purpose of the attack was known to all, and now they
saw its object placed beyond the reach of further risk of failure.
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