THE VIKINGS IN ENGLAND
 ON a summer day nearly twelve hundred years ago, three ships with bright red sails drew near to one of the little
ports of the Dorset coast in the south of England.
The townsfolk saw the ships, and paying no heed to the bright sails, said carelessly one to another, "The
merchantmen will be in port to-day." And the harbour-master gathered together a few of his men and hastened to
the quay. For he, too, had seen the ships, and, as in duty bound, he went to meet them, to demand from the
captains the port taxes which were lawfully due to the king.
But townsfolk and harbour-master alike had made a grievous mistake that summer day. For, as they soon
discovered to their cost, and as the red sails might have forewarned them, the three ships were no peaceful
 No sooner had the vessels drawn up along the quay than a wild, strange-looking crew sprang to the shore, drew
their swords, and speedily slew the harbour-master and his few unarmed followers. They then entered the town,
plundering and burning the houses of all, both rich and poor. Leaving the little town in ruins, the strange
crew, dragging their booty with them, marched down again to the quay. There they embarked, and without delay
sailed away out to sea. Perhaps you have already guessed that the strange crew was a Viking band, that the
three ships were Viking ships. So, indeed, they were, and this summer day in the year seven hundred and eighty-nine
was the first time that the wild Northmen had been seen in England, or in any part of Europe where the
"White Christ" was worshipped.
But it was not long ere the bright-coloured Viking sails grew to be dreaded in England and also on the
Continent. Their very appearance struck terror into the hearts of all men. Monks and armed men alike learned to
flee dismayed before the fierceness of the wrath, the violence of the blows, of these foes who had come upon
them from the distant North.
 As the months and years passed, Viking bands, not with three ships alone, but with large fleets, came to invade
and harry the land. Leaving their vessels to be guarded by a third of their number, the others marched into the
open country to plunder the inhabitants. Should these venture to defend their goods, the Vikings did not
hesitate to slay them or to carry them off as slaves.
Churches or monasteries in those days were the special spoil of the Northmen. For they knew that in these
buildings they would find the richest store of gold and silver. Nor was there any reason why the warriors
should spare the sacred buildings more than they spared the houses of the people. For the Vikings were pagans.
That is to say, they were worshippers of their own gods Thor and Odin, the gods of storm and battle, and for
priests and monks they had little respect and less fear.
Now it happened in those days that the holy men or women who founded monasteries, and reared churches dedicated
to Christ and the saints, ofttimes chose as a site for these buildings some lone island, or some bold headland
over which the storms would dash on wild and wintry nights. It
 was easy for the sea-rovers to reach such sanctuaries.
One of the most famous of these monasteries had been founded by St. Cuthbert on Lindisfarne or Holy Island, a
sea-girt island off the coast of Northumberland. Here, four years after their attack on the little Dorset town,
the red sails of the Vikings were once again to be seen. The monastery was no fortress built for defence, and
the Vikings having landed at Lindisfarne, had not any difficulty in entering it. They slew the defenceless
monks, took all the gold and silver that they could find, and burnt the monastery to the ground. Then, well
satisfied with their adventure, they sailed away from Lindisfarne.
Other bands of sea-rovers now appeared here or there. One such band was seen on the south coast of Wales, and,
after harrying there, sailed to Dublin bay. Here they found an island monastery which they treated as their
fellows had treated the monastery of St. Cuthbert.
The success of these expeditions encouraged the Northmen to come in ever greater numbers to our western shores,
while some among them sailed to France, to Italy, and
 to Spain. Even on the shores of the Black Sea and in Greece the tall Northmen with fair skins, blue eyes, and
golden hair were known and dreaded.
In our own land the Northmen were next seen by the inhabitants of Iona, on the west coast of Scotland.
Iona is hallowed to all boys and girls. They remember that on its lonely shore St. Columba landed when he was
banished from the fair green isle of Erin. They remember, too, that he founded there his famous monastery, from
which teachers went throughout Scotland and even to foreign lands to tell the story of the Cross. But the
Vikings came to Iona, and they plundered the monastery there as ruthlessly as they had plundered any other
Then in many a church throughout the British Isles a new petition was added to the Litany, and the solemn and
heartfelt cry arose, "From the fury of the Northmen, good Lord deliver us."
These forays all took place before the ninth century was many years old. They were but summer expeditions which
the Vikings undertook for the sake of adventure, and for the love of plunder.
 But before the end of the ninth century the Northmen had ceased to sail away to sea as soon as they had
plundered a town or district. They had begun to think that it would be well to settle in the places which they
could so easily make their own.
Accordingly they dwelt during the winter months in the castles or strongholds which they had pillaged. These
strongholds might be in Scotland, where the power of the Pictish kings was growing too weak to strive with the
bold adventurers; they might be in Ireland, where the chiefs were too busy warring with each other to pay much
heed to the tall, fair strangers who were settling along their coast or in any other district which they had
Here, then, in different strongholds, the wild men of the North would dwell, sometimes helping against their
foes the chiefs among whom they had settled, sometimes aiding the foes against the chiefs. But when summer
came, the longing to rove would come upon them once more and they would sail away to plunder fresh towns, to
capture other ships.
So eager, indeed, were the Vikings for adventure, so keen their thirst for battle,
 that if they could find no strange foe to fight they would challenge another band of Vikings to combat. Then
swords would flash, arrows speed their flight, until the deck of one or other of the Viking ships was cleared,
the crew killed or taken prisoners, and the ship with its treasures became the property of the conqueror.
Years passed away, and now the attacks of the Northmen on England and other countries were no longer mere
summer cruises undertaken by some Viking chief as the mood might move him. But the forays changed into frequent
and well-planned expeditions, until the story of the Vikings became wellnigh the history of the kings of the
Even from the slight glimpse I have given you of these men, you can see that the Vikings were a bold and
fearless race, that the age in which they lived was rough and warlike.
Yet it is not alone for their life of wild adventure that you will wish to know more of these roving Northmen.
You will be interested in their history even as you are interested in the tales you sometimes hear of your
great-grandmother or even your
 great-great-grandmother. For these old Pagans of the North are indeed relations of your own, as I am going to
show you before this chapter ends.
Long before the summer day on which the three Viking ships appeared on the Dorsetshire coast, other three boats
had sailed towards our shores. They came from north of the river Elbe in Germany, and sailed on and on until
they reached the Isle of Thanet, on the south coast of England. In these ships were Saxons, who first conquered
and then settled in the country. This was in the year four hundred and forty-nine.
The Anglo-Saxons, as these strangers were called after they had subdued England, were of the same race as the
Northmen who about three hundred years later began to harry our coasts.
But during these three hundred years the Anglo-Saxons had lost the vigour and the independent spirit which had
been theirs when first they left their own land. They had grown lazy, indolent, perhaps because having
conquered the land there was no great need for them to use their strength. They had lost their free independent
spirit through the tyranny of the priests who had
 been sent by the Catholic Church to teach and train the new settlers in England.
It was to these indolent priest-ridden people that the Northmen came in the eighth century, bringing with them
a healthy vigorous life.
It is from these, Norsemen and Danes alike, that we may trace our descent, and it is from them that we learned
at least one of our institutions, which we still cherish as one of our most priceless possessions.
In free assemblies of the people the Northmen took part by speech, and if need be by action, in the decisions
of kings and chiefs, and in our parliament to-day we cling to the same rights.
It is of the customs and beliefs, of the battles and discoveries of these our northern ancestors, that you are
now going to read.
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