Athelstan looked toward the shore where the sun cast a golden light on the marsh reeds and grasses - on a kingdom that he could no longer claim, although by right of birth and heritage it should one day be his. The Danes had beaten and cowed the English into submission, and most of the great lords now regarded King Swein as England's ruler. Even in London, the city leaders had met with his father and begged him to seek refuge elsewhere. No one could blame them. Aethelred was now an outlaw in his own realm and should he remain in London he would draw disaster down upon the city.