H. C. Bailey,
The Pageant of England — II. Alfred the King
(1908)
“ Good law it is that the evil tongue be torn.” Ethelwold slunk hastily into the crowd. “Ay, go thy ways. Little men are quick to torture, slow to endure. Master reeve, and you my folk of Wintonceastre, I thought not to find you at a work of death. I am come home to you with peace.” Like a thunder-clap the roar of joy broke out, and he looked over a wild sea of waving hands. “The host of the Danes hath sworn faith to me with great oaths, and they shall quit Wessex, and dwell at peace in the waste land north of Thames. For there is need of men, and surely they shall breed with us one people. ”
