Morning Gift

Ruth Burn

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This story is a work of historical fiction based on real people and events. It describes a troubled royal marriage during the course of one year in AD 675. Mercia and Northumbria have long been at war. There is an unexpected romance. King Aethelred of Mercia and Osryth of Northumbria decide to marry. Aethelred gives Osryth a wedding gift of valuable treasure gleaned from the battlefields of the past. She decides in secret to take the treasure along with the remains of her long-dead uncle to a shrine in Bardney in Lincolnshire.Osryth faces many challenges and setbacks on her long journeys to places such as Whitby, Lincoln and later York. The loss of the gold, silver and jewels causes a rift in her marriage. The mystery looks unlikely to be solved. Will the treasure ever be found and will the couple ever be reconciled?

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• Historical fiction

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• Publié par: Distributed by eBookpartnership
• Date de parution: 17 janvier 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781839524264
• Langue: English

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THE MORNING GIFT
THE MORNING GIFT
The troubled quest of an Anglo-Saxon princess
RUTH BURN
First published 2022
Copyright © Ruth Burn 2022
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ISBN printed book: 978-1-83952-425-7 ISBN e-book: 978-1-83952-426-4
Cover design by Kevin Rylands Internal design by Andrew Easton
Printed and bound in the UK
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CONTENTS
Introduction
Prologue
Part 1
Spring
Chapter 1
A Visit to Whitby
Chapter 2
Betrothal
Chapter 3
A Wedding
Part 2
Summer
Chapter 4
Journey to Oswestry
Chapter 5
Missing Treasure
Chapter 6
Pilgrimage to Bardney
Part 3
Autumn
Chapter 7
Return to Tamworth
Chapter 8
Return to Whitby
Chapter 9
A Royal Disagreement
Part 4
Winter
Chapter 10
Two Lives Apart
Chapter 11
A Raid into Kent
Chapter 12
An Unexpected Encounter
Epilogue
Historical context
Chronology
Background to the Book
Postscript
Acknowledgements
INTRODUCTION
Osryth was brought up in Bamburgh, the home of the Northumbrian royal family. This novel describes her adventures in the year AD 675. During this eventful year she married Aethelred, who had recently become the king of Mercia. Several weeks later she undertook a challenging journey to Bardney to bury the last remains of her uncle, King Oswald of Northumbria. He had been killed in battle against the Mercians several decades earlier. There was a long history of warfare between Northumbria and Mercia.
AD 675 was not a straightforward year for the province of Mercia. King Wulfhere of Mercia waged an unsuccessful campaign against King Ecgfrith of Northumbria. On his return Wulfhere became ill and died. His younger brother Aethelred became king of Mercia. When Aethelred married Osryth, a sister of Ecgfrith, this must have come as an unwelcome surprise to many Mercians and Northumbrians.
Much of this novel is based on real people and events but inevitably it is a work of fiction. Details of that period are sketchy. In Anglo-Saxon times it was the custom for a bride to be given a gift the morning after the wedding. This then became her property. Aethelred gave Osryth a present of high value the day after their marriage. Much of the story turns around what happens to the gift over the course of a year. I have woven an account from the facts that I have gleaned about this independent and strong-willed princess and the era in which she lived.
I was inspired by the finding of the Staffordshire Hoard in 2009 to write this book. There have been many exhibitions of the items found in the trove since then. The vast array of jewelled remnants of battle, undisturbed in the ground for over 1,000 years, has intrigued many people. Some experts have dated the artefacts to about AD 675 with some of the items dating back as much as a couple of decades earlier.
This novel describes the journeys of Osryth. Her marriage to Aethelred, king of Mercia, involved travelling between the royal courts of Tamworth and Bamburgh. She visited the religious communities of Whitby where her mother and sister had settled and then Bardney Abbey where she eventually made her home. The central journey in this book concerns a mission by Osryth to bury the remains of her uncle, Oswald, a king of Northumbria. She wished to create a shrine for him in Bardney in Lincolnshire and wanted to honour his memory by taking her morning gift of gold, silver and jewellery, remnants of battles gone by, to his shrine.
Osryth was adventurous and full of stamina. She travelled widely both before and after her wedding to Aethelred. The historian Bede describes her journey to Bardney with the last remains of Oswald in his Ecclesiastical History of the English People . The name of Osryth appears on some of the charters actually signed by her husband Aethelred; this shows where she was and those she was with at certain times.
In this book the journey from Tamworth to Oswestry along Watling Street took Osryth past the spot where the Staffordshire Hoard was found near the crossroads of Ryknild Street and Watling Street. This novel describes how Osryth made a disastrous decision regarding her morning gift.
I have quoted excerpts of the ancient poem Beowulf at the beginning of each chapter in this book. I have been given permission to quote from the translation by Seamus Heaney. Beowulf has a similar theme to this book with its emphasis on travelling and treasure and it conveys a very real impression of those times
There are many journeys undertaken in this book; the central one relates to Osryth travelling to Bardney. Journeys by boat were popular in the Anglo-Saxon era. This book describes the contrasts between different methods of travel, the contrast in the landscape and culture of the different regions and the strains caused in the marriage between two people whose families have been at war.
Although this novel is a work of fiction it is based on people and events that actually existed. I have invented a connection between Osryth and the Staffordshire Hoard. It is unlikely that the actual source of the hoard will ever be definitively proved but it is quite possible that there is at least some connection particularly in view of the location and the dates.
PROLOGUE
AD 675    MAY 20 TH     DAWN
‘ ... Rusty helmets all eaten away. Artfully wrought armbands everywhere. How easily can treasure buried in the ground, gold hidden however skilfully, escape from any man!’ Lines 2762-6 Beowulf (Seamus Heaney)
A desolate spot. Three women stand at the edge of the dark forest near the crossroads of the old Roman roads of Watling Street and Ryknild Street. In the half-light of early morning the heathland looks bleak.
One of the three figures leans down to the ground and rakes out clumps of damp earth. The other two drag a large linen bag from a cart and place it on the ground. A horse waits patiently with bowed head. All three women tuck up their long skirts and sleeves. They are totally absorbed in their task. It has rained gently overnight and the grass is damp. The smell of wild garlic hangs heavy in the air. Clumps of soil are piled up around the shallow hole and after a short interval the linen bag is heaved into the dip in the ground. The newly dug earth is gently placed on top of the mound and small heaps of undergrowth and some decaying leaves are added. Two large sticks are placed into the ground to mark the spot. The eldest of the three women takes off her amber necklace and places it on a branch of a tree. Far above them a magpie watches with steely eyes.
An omen of trouble to come?
PART 1 SPRING
CHAPTER 1 A VISIT TO WHITBY ABBEY
SIX WEEKS EARLIER TUESDAY, EARLY APRIL AD 675.
‘… the harp being struck and the clear song of a skilled poet telling with mastery of man’s beginnings’ Lines 90-92 Beowulf
A small dog lay resting on the floor of the abbey in a pool of sunlight. It was curled up and appeared deep in slumber. Suddenly its ears flicked up. A distant rumble could be heard. ‘Is that thunder or could it be the sound of horses’ hooves? Not an invading army I trust,’ said Eanfled to her daughter, her brow furrowed, the colour draining from her face.
‘No, Mother. We are quite safe here in Whitby. We do not have enough possessions to warrant a raid. Maybe we have some unexpected visitors,’ replied her daughter Aelfflaed. ‘Didn’t my sister Osryth send a message that she hoped to visit? It may well be her retinue that we hear.’
It was nearly Easter. Outside the abbey the weather was blustery. Clouds scudded along but the sun shone brightly and the sea sparkled far down below. The smell of salt and seaweed wafted up in the breeze.
The late afternoon sunlight streamed through a window casement in the abbey buildings. It cast a flickering trellis of light on the wooden panel opposite. Aelfflaed, a slim young woman in her early twenties, was at her writing desk trying out different coloured inks. Her mother Eanfled was seated nearby with her needlework. Each was dressed in a plain long tunic and simple headdress. Each wore a necklace that glinted in the sunlight.
The murmuring of the sea seemed louder than usual. Aelfflaed looked up. The rhythm of horses’ hooves seemed closer. The sound stopped and she looked out of the window opening. Seagulls were darting hither and thither freewheeling in the strong breeze.
The horses must have been tethered further down the hill. Two figures could be seen climbing the last few steps. The windswept pair had a familiar air. As they approached Aelfflaed realised with a shock of delight that her sister Osryth was one of the two. Her tall upright frame and flowing fair hair were unmistakable. Aelfflaed roused her mother from her reverie. ‘We must go and greet them,’ she said.
They hurried to the entrance. Their visitors were gazing with interest at the haphazard but picturesque rectangle of wooden buildings surrounding a central cloister. In the near distance the outline of surrounding farms could be seen. Osryth’s long tunic and cloak billowed around her. Her ornate brooch gleamed in a shaft of sunlight. Her companion was a tall, fair-haired young man with regular features. His clothes, although dusty, were made of fine cloth. When he spoke in greeting Aelfflaed suddenly recognised him. He was Aethelred, brother-in-law to both her much older step-sister and her half-brother. She had met him once