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Guthrum’s army is twice as large as Ubba’s. Even with his fleet half drowned, Guthrum has more men, and why would Alfred let them loose from Exanceaster? Alfred won’t come,’ I finished, ‘and we shall all die of thirst before Ubba attacks us.’

      ‘We have water,’ his son said sulkily, ‘and ale.’ He had been watching me resentfully, awed that I had spoken so familiarly with Ubba.

      ‘You have ale and water for a day,’ I said scornfully and saw from the Ealdorman’s expression that I was right.

      Odda turned and stared south down the Pedredan’s valley. He was hoping to see Alfred’s troops, yearning for a glimpse of sunlight on spear heads, but of course there was nothing there except the trees stirring in the wind.

      Odda the Younger sensed his father’s uncertainty. ‘We can wait for two days,’ he urged.

      ‘Death will be no better after two days,’ Odda said heavily. I admired him then. He had been hoping not to fight, hoping that his king would rescue him, but in his heart he knew I was right and knew that these Danes were his responsibility and that the men of Defnascir held England in their hands and must preserve it. ‘Dawn,’ he said, not looking at me. ‘We shall attack at dawn.’

      We slept in war gear. Or rather men tried to sleep when they were wearing leather or mail, with sword belts buckled, helmets and weapons close, and we lit no fires for Odda did not want the enemy to see that we were readied for battle, but the enemy had fires, and our sentries could watch down the slopes and use the enemy’s light to look for infiltrators. None came. There was a waning moon sliding in and out of ragged clouds. The Danish fires ringed us, heaviest to the south by Cantucton where Ubba camped. More fires burned to the east, beside the Danish ships, the flames reflecting off the gilded beast-heads and painted dragon prows. Between us and the river was a meadow at the far side of which the Danes watched the hill, and beyond them was a wide stretch of marsh and at the marsh’s far side was a strip of firmer land beside the river where some hovels offered the Danish ship-guards shelter. The hovels had belonged to fishermen, long fled, and fires were lit between them. A handful of Danes paced the bank beside those fires, walking beneath the carved prows and I stood on the ramparts and gazed at those long, graceful ships and prayed that Wind-Viper still lived.

      I could not sleep. I was thinking of shields and Danes and swords and fear. I was thinking of my child that I had never seen and of Ragnar the Fearless, wondering if he watched me from Valhalla. I was worrying that I would fail next day when, at last, I came to the life-gate of a shield wall, and I was not the only one denied sleep for, at the heart of the night, a man climbed the grassy rampart to stand beside me and I saw it was Ealdorman Odda. ‘How do you know Ubba?’ he asked.

      ‘I was captured by the Danes,’ I said, ‘and was raised by them. The Danes taught me to fight.’ I touched one of my arm rings. ‘Ubba gave me this one.’

      ‘You fought for him?’ Odda asked, not accusingly, but with curiosity.

      ‘I fought to survive,’ I said evasively.

      He looked back to the moon-touched river. ‘When it comes to a fight,’ he said, ‘the Danes are no fools. They will be expecting an attack at dawn.’ I said nothing, wondering whether Odda’s fears were changing his mind. ‘And they outnumber us,’ he went on.

      I still said nothing. Fear works on a man, and there is no fear like the prospect of confronting a shield wall. I was filled with fear that night, for I had never fought man to man in the clash of armies. I had been at Æsc’s Hill, and at the other battles of that far off summer, but I had not fought in the shield wall. Tomorrow, I thought, tomorrow, and like Odda I wanted to see Alfred’s army rescue us, but I knew there would be no rescue. ‘They outnumber us,’ Odda said again, ‘and some of my men have nothing but reaping hooks as weapons.’

      ‘A reaping hook can kill,’ I said, though it was a stupid thing to say. I would not want to face a Dane if I carried nothing but a reaping hook. ‘How many have proper weapons?’ I asked.

      ‘Half?’ he guessed.

      ‘Then those men are our front ranks,’ I said, ‘and the rest pick up weapons from the enemy dead.’ I had no idea what I was speaking of, but only knew I must sound confident. Fear might work on a man, but confidence fights against fear.

      Odda paused again, gazing at the dark ships below. ‘Your wife and son are well,’ he said after a while.

      ‘Good.’

      ‘My son merely rescued her.’

      ‘And prayed I was dead,’ I said.

      He shrugged. ‘Mildrith lived with us after her father’s death and my son became fond of her. He meant no harm and he gave none.’ He held a hand out to me and I saw, in the small moonlight, that he offered me a leather purse. ‘The rest of the bride price,’ he said.

      ‘Keep it, lord,’ I said, ‘and give it to me after the battle, and if I die, give it to Mildrith.’

      An owl went overhead, pale and fast, and I wondered what augury that was. Far off to the east, up the coast, far beyond the Pedredan, a tiny fire flickered and that too was an augury, but I could not read it.

      ‘My men are good men,’ Odda said, ‘but if they are outflanked?’ Fear was still haunting him. ‘It would be better,’ he went on, ‘if Ubba were to attack us.’

      ‘It would be better,’ I agreed, ‘but Ubba will do nothing unless the runesticks tell him to do it.’

      Fate is all. Ubba knew that, which is why he read the signs from the gods, and I knew the owl had been a sign, and it had flown over our heads, across the Danish ships and gone towards that distant fire burning along the Sæfern’s shore, and I suddenly remembered King Edmund’s four boats coming to the East Anglian beach and the fire-arrows thumping into the beached Danish ships and I realised I could read the auguries after all. ‘If your men are outflanked,’ I said, ‘they will die. But if the Danes are outflanked, they will die. So we must outflank them.’

      ‘How?’ Odda asked bitterly. All he could see was slaughter in the dawn; an attack, a fight and a defeat, but I had seen the owl. The owl had flown from the ships to the fire, and that was the sign. Burn the ships. ‘How do we outflank them?’ Odda asked.

      And still I remained silent, wondering if I should tell him. If I followed the augury it would mean splitting our forces, and that was the mistake the Danes had made at Æsc’s Hill, and so I hesitated, but Odda had not come to me because he suddenly liked me, but because I had been defiant with Ubba. I alone on Cynuit was confident of victory, or seemed to be, and that, despite my age, made me the leader on this hill. Ealdorman Odda, old enough to be my father, wanted my support. He wanted me to tell him what to do, me who had never been in a great shield wall, but I was young and I was arrogant and the auguries had told me what must be done, and so I told Odda.

      ‘Have you ever seen the sceadugengan?’ I asked him.

      His response was to make the sign of the cross.

      ‘When I was a child,’ I said, ‘I dreamed of the sceadugengan. I went out at night to find them and I learned the ways of the night so I could join them.’

      ‘What has that to do with the dawn?’ he asked.

      ‘Give me fifty men,’ I said, ‘and they will join my men and at dawn they will attack there.’ I pointed towards the ships. ‘We’ll start by burning their ships.’

      Odda looked down the hill at the nearer fires which marked where the enemy sentries were posted in the meadow to our east. ‘They’ll know you’re coming,’ he said, ‘and be ready for you.’ He meant that a hundred men could not cross Cynuit’s skyline, go downhill, break through the sentries and cross the marsh in silence. He was right. Before we had gone ten paces the sentries would have seen us and the alarm would be sounded and Ubba’s army, that was surely as ready for battle as our own, would stream from its southern encampment to confront my men in the meadow before they reached the marsh.

      ‘But

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