{"id":3723,"date":"2018-08-29T18:54:32","date_gmt":"2018-08-29T23:54:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stateoftheozarks.net\/showcase\/?p=3723"},"modified":"2019-02-18T10:36:31","modified_gmt":"2019-02-18T16:36:31","slug":"leofstans-last-voyage-by-edwin-woolsey","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stateoftheozarks.net\/showcase\/2018\/08\/29\/leofstans-last-voyage-by-edwin-woolsey\/","title":{"rendered":"Leofstan\u2019s Last Voyage by Edwin Woolsey (with art by Kaitlynn Robinson)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Leofstan\u2019s Last Voyage<\/h1>\n

by Edwin Woolsey<\/strong><\/h3>\n

Mirroring his mood, the gorgeous blue sky faded to sullen gray as Leofstan trekked eastward toward Bristol.\u00a0 <\/span>What he failed to notice\u2026 the other seamen quickly saw.\u00a0 <\/span>The air filled the sail with a doleful omen from the sea, uncharacteristic of bright spring weather. The misty, murky gloom pursued them until evening and then greeted them the next morning when they awoke.\u00a0 <\/span>The dim haze of the Stygian realm welded the lifeless sky\u2019s reflection to the top of the steely sea, binding them as one.\u00a0 <\/span>And together the two softly muttered Leofstan\u2019s name with the dead lap of waves ominously slapping the soggy planks of the boat\u2019s hull.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Faintly, on the fourth slow day, a strange noise was born above the water from some direction beyond sight.\u00a0 <\/span>Invisible, no one knew the origin, but a cadence remained\u2026 like a soft muffled pulse, the twilight whisper of powerful wings, or the stroke of hundreds of oars thrusting the ocean behind them.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

As Leofstan\u2019s cumbersome ship crept into the Bristol Channel from the Celtic Sea, a watch was set to search for the source of the approaching sound.\u00a0 <\/span>The regular beat grew louder, joined with the low thud of drums, marking the rhythm of the stroke. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The sailors aboard the merchant ship suddenly understood their plight.\u00a0 <\/span>From their childhood, the Wessex men remembered horrible stories about the raid on Portland Island in 789 or the attack on Lindisfarne near the coast of Northumbria in 793.\u00a0 <\/span>More recently, the Anglians heard rumors of the Franks being attacked near the mouth of the River Seine.\u00a0 <\/span>Several aboard the ship had sailed past the shoreline of Kent the previous year and seen the raging fires on Sheppey Island.\u00a0 <\/span>Explanation was not needed.\u00a0 <\/span>They already knew what lurked in the haze. \u00a0 <\/span>But maybe, if they were extremely lucky\u2026 the misty gloom would work in their favor, hiding them from the threat. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Truly, those were Leofstan\u2019s exact orders, \u201cKeep it steady boys.\u00a0 <\/span>Keep it still.\u201d \u00a0 <\/span>To the best of their ability, they fully intended to comply\u2026 if only the wind cooperated, but it didn\u2019t. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Quite without warning, a land breeze suddenly freshened, and above their heads the first hint of sun weakly shined through the milky veil.\u00a0 <\/span>Since the threat was behind them, Leofstan\u2019s boat was on the leading edge of the clearing and would quickly be spotted.\u00a0 <\/span>Depending solely on the wind, their speed was set.\u00a0 <\/span>They could not outrun the oarsmen!\u00a0 <\/span>There was absolutely no way to reach the Avon\u2019s mouth or Bristol.\u00a0 <\/span>And even if they did, the tides were against them for navigating the river.\u00a0 <\/span>The only hope was to beach the boat, abandon the cargo for loot, and try to escape inland ahead of the pagan mob.\u00a0 <\/span>Chances were slim, but that was the risk Leofstan and his men would take. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Running into open air, a sighting was hastily made, and the consensus was Carhampton.\u00a0 <\/span>Pulling hard against the quarter rudders, the freighter\u2019s bow smoothly turned to starboard.\u00a0 <\/span>Seconds later, the shoreline of Somerset stretched before them.\u00a0 <\/span>If only they could cross the intervening water ahead of their pursuers! \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Standing on the aftercastle, Leofstan glanced over his shoulder to see a sleek single-masted ship effortlessly glide from the soupy mist.\u00a0 <\/span>Above her deck, a giant red and white sail billowed in the wind.\u00a0 <\/span>A horn sounded on the phantom boat and was instantly echoed by countless unseen ships traveling in her wake.\u00a0 <\/span>In response to the signal, the drum beats immediately called for the oarsmen to quicken their pace because the hunt was on.\u00a0 <\/span>One by one, members of the ghostly fleet appeared.\u00a0 <\/span>Three, four, five\u2026 ten, fifteen\u2026 twenty, thirty, thirty-five elegant raiders broke from the fog bank before Leofstan stopped counting.\u00a0 <\/span>Like wraiths from the netherworld\u2026 the dragon-headed boats edged closer in fast pursuit.\u00a0 <\/span>Turning to his desperate men, he called for archers to join him on the battlements.\u00a0 <\/span>Then pointing ahead, the ship master riveted his attention on the coast of Anglia, the object of their only hope. \u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Like a pack of wolves, the marauders quickly mastered the chase.\u00a0 <\/span>Watching the prey dash for the coastline, three of the Viking longboats broke formation to intercept the game.\u00a0 <\/span>Long before the Anglian ship ever had a chance to run aground, she was cut off from her escape route. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Making a good attempt to defend themselves from both the forecastle and stern, Leofstan\u2019s archers were simply outnumbered.\u00a0 <\/span>Hope died as the raiders flung hooks into the rigging and on the deck.\u00a0 <\/span>Holding shields while brandishing their swords, the Vikings boarded the defenseless vessel.\u00a0 <\/span>The Saxon\u2019s who surrendered were collared as slaves.\u00a0 <\/span>Those who fought were brutally killed.\u00a0 <\/span>Defiant to the end, Leofstan was among the latter.\u00a0 <\/span>Driven to the deck, the man was stripped to the skin.\u00a0 <\/span>Then binding his ankles with a length of rope, he was hoisted in the air from the spar.\u00a0 <\/span>Suspended between heaven and hell, the captain helplessly hung like a pig to be butchered\u2026 and butchered he was.\u00a0 <\/span>Cleaving his ribs from behind, Leofstan\u2019s lungs were pulled out of his back while the man still breathed.\u00a0 <\/span>Then letting him slowly bleed on the planks, his ship was cleanly looted before being torched.[\/vc_column_text][vc_text_separator title=”Credits”][vc_column_text]Editor\u2019s note:<\/strong> This piece, written by Edwin Woolsey, was presented at the StateoftheOzarks Writers & Artists Night on June 25, 2018. His work inspired the art of Kaitlynn Robinson.[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_column][\/vc_row]<\/p>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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