Breidden Hills: 1080
As Edgar continued his planning within the burgeoning town of Monmouth, he sent riders to Westminster, summoning the court to attend to him in this once Welsh kingdom. Thus it was that for the first time since his election as King of the Angles and of the Saxons that the royal court departed from the vicinity of London, returning to the old tradition of trailing after the king as he toured his dominion. Not only did the number of thegns and churchmen come to the former kingdom of Gwent, but so too did a number of hopeful commoners, having heard of the great promise and prosperity that could be found within the newest shire added into the Saxon domain. And so within a matter of years after its annexation, the once Briton kingdom of Gwent lost its Welsh culture, now dominated by its Saxon conquerors like in the days of old.
Not all took well to the new clime, however, for after enduring weeks of stormy weather in the beginnings of the mountainous terrain that the Welsh had come to call home, Cristina took severely ill and had to be taken back to Warwick to recover and be close to her five children with the Earl of Mercia. Though worried for the fate of his wife, Edwin recognized the King's need for his counsel, being one of the nobles most intimate with the ways of the Welsh. His father had once allied with Griffith, King of All the Britons, and even now, as Earl of Mercia, he bordered the many bickering principalities and kingdoms that made up the Welsh fiefdoms. And so it was that Edwin, Earl of Mercia, remained in Monmouth, continuing to plan the campaign against the Kingdom of Gwynedd, currently the greatest of the Welsh principalities, even with the loss of Powys to a brother. However, even as Edgar Edwardsson and his trusted advisors planned the subjugation of the Kingdom of Gwynedd, in hopes to forever bring the rebellious Welsh to heel, the two halves of Christendom would find the year of our Lord 1079 to be a pivotal year for differing reasons.
In the East, the Empire of the Greeks had been in turmoil ever since the death of Constantine X, succeeded by his eldest son, Michael VI, whose hedonism and greed saw him called 'Parapinakēs' (or 'Minus a Quarter' for devaluing the rich Greek economy) and 'the Fat'. Recognizing the incompetence of his nephew, John, Caesar of the Greeks, moved to depose him, but the damage had been done. Manuel, a nephew of Isaac Komnenos, rose in rebellion in the provinces of Asia, deposing the conniving aristocrat and ascending to the purple in the year of our Lord 1072. Though crowned by the Ecumenical Patriarch, the reign of Manuel was plagued by partisans of the Ducas family, and himself was overthrown four years later in favour of Michael VI, who returned to the throne for but a matter of months before being overthrown yet again, this time by his younger brother, Constantius IV.
Yet, the Komnenoi would not be so easily cowed. With the eldest son of John Komnenos languishing within the prisons of the Emperor of the Greeks, prisons that had once housed a number of Ducas pretenders to the throne, the opposition to this new Emperor of the Greeks came to centre around a brilliant younger brother by the name of Alexius. Blessed with a powerful eloquence that made some claim he was a second coming of the famed orator Cicero, Alexius easily won supporters to his cause through his courage and virtue, despite his young age. And so it was, upon the ninth of March, the year of our Lord 1079, that he proceeded into the Hagia Sophia, and was coronated as the Emperor of the Greeks, finally bringing an end to the constant strife and politicking of the Greeks that had crippled their empire for the past twelve years.
Even as one half of Christendom found itself unified, the other found itself yet further divided. For years, Henry IV, King of the Germans, had sought to subjugate the Bishop of Rome to his will, much as the Emperor of the Greeks had with the Ecumenical Patriarch. However, the Patriarch of the West would not be so easily subdued, and at every turn, Alexander II tactfully turned aside the German ambitions to dominate the Roman curia. Upon the fifteenth of May, the year of our Lord 1079, Henry IV convened a synod at Würzburg, consisting of many of the German bishops, though Helferich, the Patriarch of Aquileia, and Siegfried, Archbishop of Mainz, were two of several bishops who refused to attend. A damning speech by Hugh of Remiremont swayed the synod against Alexander II, and so it was that he was declared deposed. In his place, Henry IV raised up his father's former court chaplain and Imperial Chancellor, Gebhard of Helfenstein, who was consecrated as Pope Gregory V at his diocese of Salzburg.
When word arrived of this intrigue to Edgar, King of the Angles and of the Saxons, he was moved greatly with an anger against the King of the Germans. Alexander II had long been a friend of his, a man of great and abounding virtue, worthy to sit upon the throne of Saint Peter. Though he greatly desired to see Henry IV humbled from his wicked ambitions, Edgar knew within his heart that the might of the Germans was great, and without great support from the other kings of Christendom or strife within the Kingdom of Germany, there was little hope that this renegade king would submit to the Vicar of Christ. And so it was that Edgar was left to do but pray, and pray fervently he did that the Lord would deliver the Church from the temporal scheming of the King of the Germans.
In early May of the year of our Lord 1079, the Kingdom of the Angles and of the Saxons called up the fyrd of Northumbria to see to it the sons of Bleddyn, King of Gwynedd, would acknowledge Edgar Edwardsson as their suzerain. Unlike the war against the Kingdom of Gwent, in this campaign, the young King would join his thegns in their fight, daring again to enter into the fray against his foes. Dividing the fyrd roughly into thirds, some three thousand men on either flank while the Cerdicing King led the centre of just over two thousand men, the army gathered in Shropshire before marching west into the Welsh highlands. The two grandsons of Leofric led the Saxon left, while Waltheof, Earl of Huntingdon, was given the honour of leading the Saxon right.
It did not take the Welsh long to gather up their forces to oppose the sudden invasion by the powerful Saxon army, gathering at the commanding heights of the Breidden Hills, overlooking both the Shropshire Plains and the Midlands of Wales. Making use of a series of hillforts dating back to the Romans, said to be used by the legendary Caractacus, a Briton King who resisted Roman rule, the Welsh patiently awaited the arrival of the Saxons, knowing that in this fortified position, the Saxons would be forced to ascend the heights to proceed further into the Welsh Highlands. Even though he could only summon four and a half thousand men to his banners, half the number the Saxons were bringing, Cadogan, King of Gwynedd, felt confident the walls his ancestors had defended would prove sufficient to repel the Saxons.
And yet the Saxons did not advance, marching to Rowton near the border before coming to a halt. Little did the Welsh know, but word of a tragedy had arrived to the Saxon camp - Cristina, sister to Edgar, King of the Angles and of the Saxons, and wife of Edwin, Earl of Mercia, had passed from her illness. Few were more distraught than the young king, who had always been close to his spirited sister, beloved by so many with her captivating tresses of deep red hair and fierce piety. For many days, Edgar was inconsolable, weeping bitterly for his loss. His heart moved with compassion, Waltheof Siwardsson, Earl of Huntingdon, came to visit the young king. With gentle words of comfort, many quoted from Scripture, Waltheof soothed Edgar Edwardsson's spirit, and before long he had regained some of his regal composure.
Yet not all was well with Edgar, for he knew his brother-in-law surely grieved as well. When he came to visit Edwin, Earl of Mercia, he found his trusted mentor and counselor deep in thought, silent as ever. Struggling to conjure up his voice, to help soothe Edwin's woes, Edgar Edwardsson was surprised when Edwin spoke instead, looking to him with a faint and sorrowful smile as he recited from the book of Ecclesiastes, "And the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it." As he saw how deeply this quote of Scripture moved the young Cerdicing, Edwin could not help but give a soft chuckle, soon drawing Edgar into a gentle embrace.
"Your sister was very dear to me," Edwin began after a time, his voice soft as a whisper, "And I shall remember her for as long as I live…" He trailed off for a time, that composed facade breaking for but a moment. Taking a deep breath, the Earl of Mercia then continued, his voice wavering, "There… there is the matter of our children, however... " Glancing sidelong to Edgar Edwardsson, Edwin pursed his lips, then blatantly asked, "With your permission, my King, I would seek to remarry, that my children might have a mother again." Though hurt that the Earl of Mercia would seek a new wife, that he might forget the passionate sister of the king, Edgar could not deny Edwin's reasoning, for none of his children had come of age, his eldest son, Æthelred, being but five years of age.
And so it was that a hasty ceremony was arranged in the small town of Rowton, with Edwin, Earl of Mercia, being wed to Ealhflæd, a charming young daughter of a local reeve. Many days passed, but eventually the Saxons began to ready themselves again for the bold assault upon the Breidden Hills. It would be upon a dour, overcast morning, late in the month of June, the year of our Lord 1079, that the Saxons would march to subjugate one of the greatest Welsh principalities. Slowly, the fyrdmen of Northumbria formed up their ranks, with Waltheof, Earl of Huntingdon being entrusted to take his three and a half thousand men and seize the heights of Bausley Hill, the easternmost summit of the five peaks of the Breidden Hills. Meanwhile, the remainder of the Saxon army would march along the southern slopes, assaulting the heights of the hill the Welsh called Cefn y Castell before heading north, with both armies bringing their might to bear upon Breidden Hill itself.
Riding alongside the two brothers that had been such trusted companions to him, Edgar Edwardsson felt assured that victory would be theirs this day, and that he would survive the horrors of the fray to come. Morcar, Earl of Northumbria, boldly volunteered to lead the leftmost flank personally, bringing his fyrdmen in a wide arc to hopefully crash into the Welsh flank. Meanwhile, Edwin, Earl of Mercia, would hold the rightmost flank of this division of the Saxon army, leaving the young king with the distinguished responsibility of commanding the centre. Scarcely had they begun to ascend the slopes of Cefn y Castell when the Welsh made their defiance known, arrows and javelins raining heavily down against the stout Saxon shieldwall from behind the old stones of the Briton hillfort, the banner of Theodore, Prince of the Midlands, waving boldly overhead. Even over the clamour of men crying out from their wounds, the sound of metal embedding itself into hardwood, Edgar could hear the booming orders of Morcar, emboldening his men to hasten up the slope.
Along the summit of the hill, Edgar could see the crimson tunics of the Welsh warriors, the spearheads levelled against the oncoming Saxons. Gesturing with his sword, the young king called for his men to not lose hope, that the Lord was surely with them this day, and that they were accomplishing what their forefathers had sought to do. As he looked to his right, he could see that Edwin, Earl of Mercia, was doing much the same, eyes keen to the subtle maneuvering of the Welsh, attempting to discern any opening that he could try to direct his men to exploit. Fondness swelling in his heart, Edgar could not help but smile as he looked upon the man who had been his brother-in-law for so many a year.
And then, in a blink of an eye, the Earl disappeared, thrown from his horse.
Shock overcoming the young king, he cried out to Edwin, fearful for the man's fate as the soldiers continued to press onwards, many unaware that their commander had been struck by one of the countless Welsh arrows. Abandoning his command, Edgar rode hard for where he had last seen Edwin, his huscarls barely able to keep up with him. As word spread of the Earl's injury, and without their king to command them, the Saxons began to give ground as the Welsh spearmen, accustomed to warfare, charged downhill into their ranks, crashing against the Saxon shieldwall. Swinging from his horse as the brothers had trained him in his youth, Edgar raced for Edwin's side, seeing the Earl of Mercia still yet breathing.
But the arrow had struck him grievously, embedding itself in the upper part of the Earl's cheek, while yet another arrow had lodged itself in Edwin's chest. Blood trickling down his face, not only from his wound, but also from his lips, Edwin groaned weakly out as he recognized the arrival of his king, his ward. Raising a hand towards Edgar, the Earl of Mercia strove to speak, to give the young Cerdicing one last word of counsel, but with a rattling breath, the hand fell, and Edwin, Earl of Mercia was no more.
Distraught at the death of the man who had been like a brother to him, it was only the urgent actions of one of his huscarls, Ceolwulf of Huntingdon, that saved the young king from being caught up in the fray, with the Welsh spearmen breaking through the shieldwall. Of a stout build with a thick and dark beard, Ceolwulf seized Edgar by the arm, saying to him, "Let not your heart be overcome with trouble, o King! There is a time to grieve, but first we must ensure your safety, for without you, where would our victory be?" As the other huscarls fended off the bold Welsh warriors, Ceolwulf and Edgar drew away from the fray. It was in that moment that Morcar brought his men to crash into the rear of the Welsh army, scattering the men of Theodore, Prince of the Midlands.
And so it was that though victory was won at Cefn y Castell, it had come at a grievous price. Having lost his sister but weeks before, Edgar was beside himself at the loss of Edwin, Earl of Mercia. There was even little joy when word arrived that Waltheof had managed to take Bausley Hill, and that together with Morcar, the Saxons had overcome the remainder of the Welsh forces at Breidden Hill, even capturing Cadogan, King of Gwynedd, in the fray. Having the Welsh prince thrown before him, Edgar Edwardsson forced a vow of vassalage from Cadogan, forcing him to acknowledge the young Cerdicing as his suzerain and to deliver tribute to Westminster. Satisfied with this promise and wishing to leave the lands of the Welsh behind, Edgar soon departed with Westminster, allowing his earls and fyrdmen to leave him.
When he arrived in Westminster, Edgar secluded himself in the chapel of the great Westminster Abbey, praying fervently to the Lord for solace in so troubling a time. For many hours a day he wept, striving to find comfort in the presence of the Lord, but finding naught but silence and emptiness. For the first time in his young life, Edgar Edwardsson felt doubt enter into his mind, overcome with the tragedy of losing both his cherished sister and her husband, his friend, and all in so short a span of time. It was only upon reading the words of David in the thirteenth psalm, in how that King of Israel, too, had felt the Lord had hidden his face from him, yet trusted all the same, were these doubts cast away, and Edgar Edwardsson's zeal renewed. Upon that very day, late in the evening, he received word that a noble guest had arrived from afar, hoping to find a strong supporter amongst the Saxons for his cause.
Stripped of the lands that had long been in the hands of his family, Malcolm, once King of the Scots, had been released from Máel-Snechtai's dungeons, allowed to bring his family to join his wife in the courts of the Saxons. Recalling the great and grievous sins Malcolm had committed in his vain attempts to retain the Scottish throne, Edgar was moved with a fury upon hearing that Malcolm had journeyed to Westminster. At once, he sent Gyrth, Earl of East Anglia, and Ceolwulf of Huntingdon with several huscarls to seize the excommunicate former king, and to have Malcolm brought before him without delay. Though his sons, Donald and Duncan were bold warriors, neither could defy the might of so many Saxon warriors, and so it was that Malcolm of Dunkeld was arrested.
Cast before the raised dais, with only Edgar and but a few of his closest earls in attendance, Malcolm realized the severity of his situation. "For what cause do you charge me? And where has the great hospitality of the Saxons under your illustrious great-uncle gone?" asked Malcolm, brazenly rising up to his feet, looking Edgar Edwardsson in the eye.
With his closest advisor dead, and moved with passion from his losses, the King of the Angles and of the Saxons sought no counsel, but instead answered with a tone as cold as winter itself, "You shall find no hospitality in these halls, Malcolm, son of Duncan, save should you repent of your wickedness."
"What sins have I committed?" cried out the former King of the Scots, not out of ignorance, but out of conviction, "Save that I spared the son of Lulach." With a shake of his head, vehement in his argument, Malcolm continued, "I was the King of the Scots, yet even so, he forsook his vow and raised his arm against me! By what right has a man to strike a king?"
"When a man turns against God, he is to be struck down!" shouted Edgar, spiteful venom in his tone to his brother-in-law. Rising from his throne, he gestured to Malcolm in accusation, "All of Christendom knows what you have done, how you have transgressed against the Lord your God!" Taking a moment to compose himself, the King then quoted from Leviticus, "It is written: 'The man who turns to mediums and familiar spirits, I will set My face against them and cut him off from his people.' And so it is that justice shall be done, and recompense made for the sins you have committed."
As Edgar was about to speak to Gyrth, Earl of East Anglia and Protector of England, Malcolm cried out again, desperate to save himself, "Do you not recognize me as your brother, o King?! And is it not written, 'Whosoever hates his brother is a murderer, and no eternal life abides in him'?!"
Looking askance to Malcolm for but a moment, the young king declared in quotation, "'If anyone comes to you and does not bring the Good News, do not receive him into your house nor greet him; for he who greets him shares in his evil deeds.'" Looking to Gyrth, Edgar gave a solemn nod, and as Malcolm was dragged from the hall, the king loudly proclaimed over the protests of the former King of the Scots, "'As for the cowardly, the faithless, the detestable, as for murderers, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars, their portion will be in the lake that burns with fire and sulfur, which is the second death.'"
Chuckling as Malcolm was dragged off to his death, Morcar, Earl of Northumbria strode up towards Edgar, patting him upon his shoulder. He then asked, "And what about his whelps?" ignoring the fact that that three sons of Malcolm were of a like age to the young king, all men grown.
With a stern look, Edgar cast Morcar's hand from his shoulder, causing the Earl to immediately lose his wry grin, and quoting Scripture as he was so fond of doing, the King of the Angles and the Saxons declared, "'The son shall not bear the guilt of the father, nor the father bear the guilt of the son. The righteousness of the righteous shall be upon himself, and the wickedness of the wicked shall be upon himself.'" Staring firmly up into Morcar's eyes, making sure his Earl understood and would obey his command, Edgar then ordered Morcar, who served as Chancellor, "See to it that His Holiness is informed of what has transpired this day." Saying no more, Edgar then turned and strode away, further cementing his reputation for zealotry as word spread of the execution of Malcolm, son of Duncan, once King of the Scots.