Anglo-Saxon Chronicles
Copyright© 2002 by Smilodon
Introduction
Erotica Sex Story: Introduction - Four stories set in the Dark Ages. Each is complete on its own but all are linked. Based on actual historical events, The Anglo-Saxon Chronicles are how I would like it to have been! The first and second parts are basically adventure stories, part 3 is a 'tale with a moral' and part 4 a bit of a 'whodunnit'.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Historical First Petting Caution
I, Asser, monk of St Davids in the land of Cymru, have preserved these writings. I collected many such stories in the service of my friend and master, Ælfred, whom men are now calling ' The Great.' Some stories I used in my scholarly work, The Life of King Ælfred. Perhaps you have read it?
These tales you now find here were unsuitable for such a book but may hold sufficient interest for the reader to be worth recording.
Great Ælfred now is dead these nine years and the land of the West Saxons is held by Edward, his son. Edward is a good soldier but, I fancy, an indifferent King. I have great hopes, on the other hand, for Ælfred's grandson and Edward's son, Athelstan. Time will tell; though I doubt sufficient time will be vouchsafed to me to see the end of all of these things of which I witnessed, if not the start, at least the substance.
I am an old man now and have an old man's memory. That which transpired those many years ago, I remember like yesterday: Yesterday, I remember not at all! However, I have always written down what I saw and heard that I deemed of moment and these scribblings have been ever of use to aid and bolster failing memories - my own and others'.
It is a wonder to me that it is a man's vanity that holds out against the ravages of age the longest. Teeth, hair, virility; all will have deserted him but still vanity remains. Thus and thus it is that old men grow more mighty in their youth with each passing year. The older they get, the braver they were. The longer ago the deed, the mightier it becomes. Thank God for the humility of the monk's station. By such have I avoided the sin of false pride.
In the manner of my late King and comrade, I have rendered these tales in the Anglo Saxon Tongue. Ælfred will be remembered as a warrior and it will soon be forgot that he was a scholar of great merit. He had a gift, you see. He could take the Church Latin of Bede or Gregory the Great and turn into simple, beautiful Anglo Saxon phrases.
Yes, Men will remember Ælfred the Warrior, the Ring-Giver: how many will praise Ælfred the Book-Giver, the Law-Maker? Enough!! Those who will may read my book. The rest of you idlers may derive some benefit from these tales.
Written at Wiltun in the Year of our Lord Nine Hundred and Eight.
The Winter of the Danes
An Interlude on Athelney
The Lady of Mercia
Athelstan's Mercy