To begin with the exit from Winchester:  there in Jewry Street a Roman road overlies the older British way, not indeed exactly, but roughly, certainly as far as King’s Worthy, whence it still shoots forth straight as an arrow’s flight over hill over dale to Silchester.  The very street by which he leaves the city, as it were, by the now destroyed North Gate, is Roman, one of the four roads which met in the Forum of Venta Belgarum and divided Roman Winchester into four quarters, though, perhaps because of the marshes of the Itchen, not into four equal parts as in Chichester.  The present name of this road, Jewry Street, indicates its character all through the Middle Ages, when here by the North Gate, upon the road to London, the Jews had their booths, and the quarter of Winchester which this road served was doubtless their ghetto, the richest quarter of the city.

It was not, however, of the Middle Age, but of the Dark Age I thought as I issued out of Winchester where, not much more than a hundred years ago, the old North Gate still held the way.  In the year 1001, after the battle of Alton, in which the men of Hampshire were utterly broken by Sweyn and his Danes, this road was filled with the routed Saxons in flight pouring into the city of Winchester.  The record of that appalling business is very brief in the “Anglo-Saxon Chronicle,” a few lines under the date 1001.  “A. 1001.  In this year was much fighting in the land of the English, and well nigh everywhere they (the Danes) ravaged and burned so that they advanced on one course until they came to the town of Alton; and then there came against them the men of Hampshire and fought against them.  And there was Ethelward the King’s high-steward slain, and Leofric at Whitchurch and Leofwin the King’s high-steward and Wulfhere the bishop’s thane, and Godwin at Worthy, Bishop Elfry’s son, and of all men one hundred and eighty; and there were of the Danish men many more slain, though they had possession of the place of slaughter.”  A mere plundering expedition, we may think, but it foretold with certainty the rule of the Danes in England, which as we know came to pass, and was not the catastrophe it might have been, because of the victory of Alfred at Ethandune, a century and a half before, when he had made Guthrum and his host Christians.  Till the year 1788 Alfred’s bones lay beside this very gate through which the beaten Saxons poured into his city in 1001.  For though Hyde Abbey was destroyed at the Reformation his bones seem to have been forgotten, to be discovered in the end of the eighteenth century in their great leaden coffin and sold, I know not to whom, for the sum of two pounds.

I considered these unfortunate and shameful things as I went on along this British, Roman, Saxon and English way, the way of armies and of pilgrims into Headbourne Worthy, whose church stands by the roadside on the north.