[v] SHARING in the special interest in Alfred the Great
that is aroused by the near approach of the one
thousandth anniversary of the last year of his life, I
have found it a real pleasure to write this story of a
"blameless king." However faulty it may be, it is, at
least, the result of a thoughtful study of his
character, and an earnest effort to be as accurate as
the scantiness of material and the thousand years'
interval would permit.
Little of the legendary, less of the miraculous, has
obscured the fame of the real Alfred. His deeds are
his own,—great in themselves, greater in that they
are the manifestation of the thought of a great mind.
Even in "that fierce light which beats upon a throne,"
it is hard to find a flaw in the character of this man
who believed in God, this king who never failed to do