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1. N is for Northmen


from First Wolf..

Monks working in the fields, close to the beehive huts, ran towards the leeward side of the island.  Others came from the long house, helping those who were old or ill.  Abbot Higbald ordered them to seek safety in the church and protect Saint Cuthbert’s gospels.  He ran towards the building, flinging open the door.  Monks followed him, and as we hurried after them into the church Modig raced ahead of us and one man locked and bolted the door behind us.
The abbot seized a heavy, silver cross from the altar, and holding it before him, ran back to the door crying, ‘Deliver us O Lord, from the fury of the Northmen, deliver us O Lord, from the fury of the Northmen!’
There were heavy, running footsteps coming across the enclosure, men shouting in that strange language.  Axe heads thudded against the stout, oak door, making me shake with fright.  There were terrifying screams. I smelled burning thatch, there was a terrible crackling and a frightening whoosh above my head. Thick smoke drifted under the door, swirling round my feet.
 ‘Quick,’ an old monk shouted at me, the one who sent poor Desmond to his death, ‘follow me.’  
He hurried as fast as his old body would allow and ran to the altar.  Snatching up the book covered with Juliana’s jewels, he thrust it into my hands and cried, ‘This is more precious than your life – you must bring it safely to the monks at the White Church – close by the monastery at Durham.’  Then picking up a tall candlestick, fear giving him strength, he swung it above his head, smashing the coloured glass in the high window above the altar.
Screams from the enclosure froze my blood. Modig was barking, the church door splintering. The old monk peered through the wreathing smoke towards the door, grabbed me by my tunic, and shouted, ‘Swear you’ll do this.  Swear on the holy book that you will guard it with your life!’
He seized my wrist, slamming my hand hard onto the surface of the gospels, the jewels digging into my flesh, and I cried, ‘I swear!  I swear!’

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