Alfred. That was the name of the new King. Alfred the Great according to the chronicles he was having developed, The Anglo-Saxon Chronicle.

It was a simple tool, one designed to bolster his own popularity by downplaying those that came before him.

He had a long way to go before he could be called a true King of England though.

The Danes currently hold London, encircling the small magical community therein.

That's what led me to meet with him.

The Danes knew very well that the magicals were there, but hadn't gone out of their way to look for them, on a large scale at least.

Danish Wizards had stormed the Daigon Alley Village in London. They attempted to capture the wand maker Ollivander, but he had managed to escape.

When it was a Muggle affair, we stayed out of it, but foreign magicals encroaching on our own was a different story,

It was a duplicitous line of thought considering that the Muggles were countrymen as well, but the Wizarding Council that Edwynn had established, preached separation, not complete separation, but nearly so.

I know of few Wizards the would be willing to tend crops or livestock.

The man was quite loud in his denial of magic's existence, but his denials vanished along with his voice.

He was equally boisterous in his denial of who I was.

Until I threatened him with Caledfwich, aflame with heatless fire with a few muttered words.

Apparently, Arthurs Legend had only grown grander,

Supposedly he would return in England's time of need.

He obviously thought that this was that time. I did nothing to dissuade him, I merely informed him that I had a force ready to breach the Danish lines and force their way to London.

The man was informed that if he could muster his forces in time he might be able to take credit for their work.

Before I departed he asked my name and where he could send any correspondence in the future.

I thought of it for a few moments, deciding if it was worth it or not.

Eventually, I decided it was.

I told him of the Pembroke Shire. That word would reach me if it was sent.

I told him that if he came with violence, that Jonothor Potter would send him to his ancestors.

The suspected, anticipated violence has yet to come.