Gandelin. What noise do I hear! It is the tramping of horses. Good husband, go and see what is the matter!
Alfred. Heaven forbid my misfortunes should bring destruction on this simple family! I had rather have perished in the wood.
Gubba returns, followed by Ella, with his sword drawn.
Gandelin. Mercy defend us, a sword!
Gubba. The Danes! the Danes! O, do not kill us!
Ella (kneeling). My liege, my lord, my sovereign! have I found you?
Alfred (embracing him). My brave Ella!
Ella. I bring you good news, my sovereign! Your troops that were shut up in Kinwith Castle made a desperate sally—the Danes were slaughtered. The fierce Hubba lies gasping on the plain.
Alfred. Is it possible! Am I yet a king!
Ella. Their famous standard, the Danish raven, is taken; their troops are panic-struck; the English soldiers call aloud for Alfred. Here is a letter which will inform you of more particulars. (Gives a letter.)