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7. Foreword
It gives us great pleasure to introduce this collection of papers to be presented at the 2017 International
Conference on Grid, Cloud, and Cluster Computing (GCC’17), July 17-20, 2017, at Monte Carlo Resort,
Las Vegas, USA.
An important mission of the World Congress in Computer Science, Computer Engineering, and Applied
Computing, CSCE (a federated congress to which this conference is affiliated with) includes "Providing a
unique platform for a diverse community of constituents composed of scholars, researchers, developers,
educators, and practitioners. The Congress makes concerted effort to reach out to participants affiliated
with diverse entities (such as: universities, institutions, corporations, government agencies, and research
centers/labs) from all over the world. The congress also attempts to connect participants from institutions
that have teaching as their main mission with those who are affiliated with institutions that have research
as their main mission. The congress uses a quota system to achieve its institution and geography diversity
objectives." By any definition of diversity, this congress is among the most diverse scientific meeting in
USA. We are proud to report that this federated congress has authors and participants from 64 different
nations representing variety of personal and scientific experiences that arise from differences in culture and
values. As can be seen (see below), the program committee of this conference as well as the program
committee of all other tracks of the federated congress are as diverse as its authors and participants.
The program committee would like to thank all those who submitted papers for consideration. About 65%
of the submissions were from outside the United States. Each submitted paper was peer-reviewed by two
experts in the field for originality, significance, clarity, impact, and soundness. In cases of contradictory
recommendations, a member of the conference program committee was charged to make the final decision;
often, this involved seeking help from additional referees. In addition, papers whose authors included a
member of the conference program committee were evaluated using the double-blinded review process.
One exception to the above evaluation process was for papers that were submitted directly to
chairs/organizers of pre-approved sessions/workshops; in these cases, the chairs/organizers were
responsible for the evaluation of such submissions. The overall paper acceptance rate for regular papers
was 23%; 14% of the remaining papers were accepted as poster papers (at the time of this writing, we had
not yet received the acceptance rate for a couple of individual tracks.)
We are very grateful to the many colleagues who offered their services in organizing the conference. In
particular, we would like to thank the members of Program Committee of GCC’17, members of the
congress Steering Committee, and members of the committees of federated congress tracks that have topics
within the scope of GCC. Many individuals listed below, will be requested after the conference to provide
their expertise and services for selecting papers for publication (extended versions) in journal special
issues as well as for publication in a set of research books (to be prepared for publishers including:
Springer, Elsevier, BMC journals, and others).
• Prof. Nizar Al-Holou (Congress Steering Committee); Professor and Chair, Electrical and
Computer Engineering Department; Vice Chair, IEEE/SEM-Computer Chapter; University of
Detroit Mercy, Detroit, Michigan, USA
• Prof. Hamid R. Arabnia (Congress Steering Committee); Graduate Program Director (PhD, MS,
MAMS); The University of Georgia, USA; Editor-in-Chief, Journal of Supercomputing (Springer);
Editor-in-Chief, Transactions of Computational Science & Computational Intelligence (Springer);
Fellow, Center of Excellence in Terrorism, Resilience, Intelligence & Organized Crime Research
(CENTRIC).
• Prof. Dr. Juan-Vicente Capella-Hernandez; Universitat Politecnica de Valencia (UPV),
Department of Computer Engineering (DISCA), Valencia, Spain
• Prof. Kevin Daimi (Congress Steering Committee); Director, Computer Science and Software
Engineering Programs, Department of Mathematics, Computer Science and Software
Engineering, University of Detroit Mercy, Detroit, Michigan, USA
8. • Prof. Leonidas Deligiannidis (Congress Steering Committee); Department of Computer
Information Systems, Wentworth Institute of Technology, Boston, Massachusetts, USA; Visiting
Professor, MIT, USA
• Prof. Mary Mehrnoosh Eshaghian-Wilner (Congress Steering Committee); Professor of
Engineering Practice, University of Southern California, California, USA; Adjunct Professor,
Electrical Engineering, University of California Los Angeles, Los Angeles (UCLA), California,
USA
• Prof. Louie Lolong Lacatan; Chairperson, Computer Engineerig Department, College of
Engineering, Adamson University, Manila, Philippines; Senior Member, International Association
of Computer Science and Information Technology (IACSIT), Singapore; Member, International
Association of Online Engineering (IAOE), Austria
• Prof. Hyo Jong Lee; Director, Center for Advanced Image and Information Technology, Division
of Computer Science and Engineering, Chonbuk National University, South Korea
• Dr. Ali Mostafaeipour; Industrial Engineering Department, Yazd University, Yazd, Iran
• Dr. Houssem Eddine Nouri; Informatics Applied in Management, Institut Superieur de Gestion de
Tunis, University of Tunis, Tunisia
• Prof. Dr., Eng. Robert Ehimen Okonigene (Congress Steering Committee); Department of
Electrical & Electronics Engineering, Faculty of Engineering and Technology, Ambrose Alli
University, Edo State, Nigeria
• Prof. Igor Schagaev; Director of ITACS Ltd, United Kingdom (formerly a Professor at London
Metropolitan University, London, UK)
• Ashu M. G. Solo (Publicity), Fellow of British Computer Society, Principal/R&D Engineer,
Maverick Technologies America Inc.
• Prof. Fernando G. Tinetti (Congress Steering Committee); School of CS, Universidad Nacional de
La Plata, La Plata, Argentina; Co-editor, Journal of Computer Science and Technology (JCS&T).
• Prof. Layne T. Watson (Congress Steering Committee); Fellow of IEEE; Fellow of The National
Institute of Aerospace; Professor of Computer Science, Mathematics, and Aerospace and Ocean
Engineering, Virginia Polytechnic Institute & State University, Blacksburg, Virginia, USA
• Prof. Jane You (Congress Steering Committee); Associate Head, Department of Computing, The
Hong Kong Polytechnic University, Kowloon, Hong Kong
• Dr. Farhana H. Zulkernine; Coordinator of the Cognitive Science Program, School of Computing,
Queen's University, Kingston, ON, Canada
We would like to extend our appreciation to the referees, the members of the program committees of
individual sessions, tracks, and workshops; their names do not appear in this document; they are listed on
the web sites of individual tracks.
As Sponsors-at-large, partners, and/or organizers each of the followings (separated by semicolons)
provided help for at least one track of the Congress: Computer Science Research, Education, and
Applications Press (CSREA); US Chapter of World Academy of Science; American Council on Science &
Education & Federated Research Council (http://www.americancse.org/); HoIP, Health Without
Boundaries, Healthcare over Internet Protocol, UK (http://www.hoip.eu); HoIP Telecom, UK
(http://www.hoip-telecom.co.uk); and WABT, Human Health Medicine, UNESCO NGOs, Paris, France
(http://www.thewabt.com/ ). In addition, a number of university faculty members and their staff (names
appear on the cover of the set of proceedings), several publishers of computer science and computer
engineering books and journals, chapters and/or task forces of computer science associations/organizations
from 3 regions, and developers of high-performance machines and systems provided significant help in
organizing the conference as well as providing some resources. We are grateful to them all.
We express our gratitude to keynote, invited, and individual conference/tracks and tutorial speakers - the
list of speakers appears on the conference web site. We would also like to thank the followings: UCMSS
(Universal Conference Management Systems & Support, California, USA) for managing all aspects of the
conference; Dr. Tim Field of APC for coordinating and managing the printing of the proceedings; and the
staff of Monte Carlo Resort (Convention department) at Las Vegas for the professional service they
9. provided. Last but not least, we would like to thank the Co-Editors of GCC’17: Prof. Hamid R. Arabnia
and Prof. Fernando G. Tinetti.
We present the proceedings of GCC’17.
Steering Committee, 2017
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11. Contents
SESSION: CLOUD SERVICES AND COMPUTING
Measuring SPECjbb2015 Virtualization Overhead and Application Workloads in a Microsoft
Hyper-V Cloud
3
John Medellin, Frank Lee, Lokesh Budhi, Spandana Gennepally
Using Smart Contracts and Blockchains to Support Consumer Trust Across Distributed
Clouds
10
Stephen S. Kirkman, Richard Newman
Design of an Architectural Framework for Providing Quality Cloud Services 17
Paromita Goswami, Sayantan Singha Roy, Ranjan Dasgupta
Developing Enterprise Applications for Cloud: The Unicorn Application Framework 24
Marek Beranek, Vladimir Kovar, George Feuerlicht
A Rapid Auto-Scaling Mechanism in Cloud Computing Environment 31
Chia-Wei Tseng, Ming-Shiun Tsai, Yao-Tsung Yang, Li-Der Chou
EZPoll: a Progressive Implementation of Cloud-Based Polling Systems 35
Hans Dulimarta
MCloud API For Managing Data in Multi-Cloud Environment 42
Maram Alhafdi, Ahmed Barnawi
SESSION: DISTRIBUTED COMPUTING AND NOVEL APPLICATIONS +
CLUSTER COMPUTING
HPC Cluster Management with Open Source Software 49
Fernando G. Tinetti, Leopoldo J. Rios
Group Mutual Exclusion Algorithm for Intersection Traffic Control of Autonomous Vehicle 55
SungHoon Park Park, BoKyoung Kim, YeongMok Kim
Cost-Efficiency Comparison of an ARM Cluster & Intel Server 59
Jaden D. Weiss
SESSION: POSTER PAPERS
Design of a Tool for Analyzing Supercomputer Status using a Integrated Log Repository 65
Sung-Jun Kim, Jae-Kook Lee, Tae-Young Hong
Correlation Analysis of OpenStack Log using Machine Learning Techniques 67
Ju-Won Park, Eunhye Kim
12. SESSION: LATE PAPERS - DISTRIBUTED AND CLOUD COMPUTING
Evaluating Cloud Auto-Scaler Resource Allocation Planning Under High-Performance
Computing Workloads
71
Kester Leochico, Eugene John
A Review of Electric Vehicle Charging Impact on Power Grid 78
Azhar Ul-Haq, Saif ullah Awan
21. life be taken from me," and Corman ceased rowing, and gazed
ruefully towards Boseham.
"Oh, Corman, look! the man is galloping along the shore, and
——why, there are several more men coming down. What are they
going to do?"
Corman and Ædric remained for a few moments in speechless
curiosity. The man on horseback had galloped furiously up to the
men, and was gesticulating rapidly. The men dispersed and ran
about the shore. At last they all seemed to be running to one spot.
They all collected round something, the man on horseback
appearing to be energetically directing them.
"Why, it's one of the Boseham boats they are launching, I do
believe," said Corman.
"So it is, and now they are getting into it. What do you think it
means?"
"I think they are going to row after us."
So saying, Corman began rowing again as hard as he could.
They were about three-quarters of a mile away, and had to go
about a mile more before they could reach the "hard," or landing
place, on the other side of the creek, for they had to row out of the
little creek, at the head of which Boseham stands, and cross the
larger creek that wound its muddy way up to within a mile of
Cissanceaster.
The tide was running out strongly, and this was all in their
favour, for as they got farther down the stream ran stronger.
Corman knew the importance of making the full use of the tide,
and he strained every muscle to get into the main channel.
22. The other boat was now manned, and the crew were rowing
vigorously, but unscientifically. The horseman had got in, and was
steering.
"They are not gaining much, if at all," said Ædric.
Corman said nothing. He had need of all his strength and
breath; the drops of perspiration on his brow told how hard he was
working. The clumsy raft went sluggishly along in spite of all his toil,
and the other boat came nearer.
"Why can't I row? I know how; I have often done it at home. I
could at least take one oar."
Corman shook his head, and rowed hard.
Nothing more was said by Ædric, and the oars splashed and the
water gurgled under the unwieldy logs of the raft, as it slushed its
way through the water.
"They are gaining on us now. Well done!" cried Ædric, as one of
the men twisted his oar under the water, and was knocked by the
handle of it against the next man, and so into the bottom of the
boat. It was comic to see his legs go up in the air, and to hear the
shouts of wrath from the helmsman.
23. How Corman and Ædric fled before Berchthune
"That has stopped them a bit. Now if they only would stick in
the mud! the tide is falling fast, and they couldn't get off."
Corman was getting tired with his exertions. It was quite clear,
unless some accident happened to the other boat, they must be
caught. They were so near to each other now that Ædric could
distinguish the men. They were all strangers to him. The man who
commanded was a tall, grey-bearded man, muscular and wiry. He
wore a helmet and linked mail shirt, across which a chain hung
supporting a two-edged battle axe; his keen eyes glared from under
24. thick, bushy, grey eyebrows, and two wings of a hawk attached to
his helmet gave him a very war-like air.
"Who can he be, I wonder?" said Ædric.
Corman only shook his head by way of answer, and kept rowing
desperately, but there was evidently no chance. Suddenly an idea
struck him. "Ædric," he gasped, "dost thou see any shallow spot
ahead over which we could go, but on which they would stick? If
thou dost, point to it, and I will row over it."
Ædric looked about; the sea was so muddy that it was difficult
to tell where the deep water was, but the current ran in stronger
eddies, and with more of ruffle on its surface in the channel, and the
boy saw one bank that he thought would do.
They had now got to the part of the creek where the Boseham
lake, or creek, joined the arm that went up to Cissanceaster. There
was a long spit of mud running out from the western shore. If they
could pass over this they would gain a good bit on their pursuers,
who might, perhaps, be tempted to follow them, in which case they
would inevitably run aground, and would have to remain for some
hours.
"I see a lane of deeper water across that bank there, only you
must row very hard for it. It is some way off yet!" cried Ædric.
Corman tugged at the oars, the awkward raft moved hardly any
quicker, and the drops of perspiration rolled off the monk.
Nearer and nearer the other boat came after them. The
steersman was laughing. Ædric could see his great mouth opening in
a broad grin of triumph. The men were not rowing nearly so hard
now, and he could hear them talking. They were quite confident of
success.
25. "Pull, Corman, pull! we are just going into the shallow part."
And the poor monk rowed harder than ever. His eyes were
straining and bloodshot, and the muscles of his neck stood out like
knotted cords. The bow of the other boat was only a few yards off.
The man in the bows had put his oar in, and was standing ready to
jump on board the raft. The water curled under the bows.
Suddenly the man in the bows was jerked violently forward, a
large rush of water spread over the yellow surface ahead, and a wild
shout of joy rang out from Ædric.
"They are ashore, they are ashore! Hurrah!"
And so it was: the boat, drawing quite two feet of water, had
plunged into the mud, and was now stuck fast. All was instantly
confusion and clamour on board. The chieftain stormed and raged,
notwithstanding it was entirely his own fault; for he had not followed
the wake of the raft, but had tried to cut it off. The raft was still in
comparatively deep water, and was going away merrily. The men on
board all stood up, and pushed and tugged at their oars, but as fast
as they pushed their oars in, and moved the boat at all, they pulled
her on again by trying to get their oars out of the deep, clinging,
holding mud. Fierce imprecations and abusive epithets flew from the
commander, but all to no purpose.
"Get out, men! out with ye, or we shall remain here for ever.
See how the tide is falling!" shouted the old man.
The men tumbled over the gunwale into the shallow water, but
they could hardly have done a more useless thing. Instead of
pushing the boat off they only pulled it all the deeper into the mud;
for not being able to obtain any foothold, they hung on to the sides
of the boat to prevent themselves sinking in. It was a ludicrous sight
26. to see all these strong men hanging round the boat, wallowing and
plunging in the black, clinging mud. The helmsman grew more and
more furious, the more it became apparent that their position was
hopeless. The men, disgusted with the mud and their fruitless
exertions, tried to get in again, and the sight was still more comic,
as they all struggled to climb over the side of the high and awkward
boat. Their muddy legs all had the appearance of wearing long black
silk stockings, and as they wriggled and plunged, they gradually
became covered with the same horrible, greasy, shiny coating.
Sometimes a man would be seen to raise himself up, get one leg
over the gunwale, lie down on his side, and try to roll himself into
the boat, his other leg would wave in the air, and just as he was
succeeding, some of the other men, intent on their own endeavours,
would pull the boat too much down on that side, and he would roll
over into the mud again. At last one or two succeeded in getting in,
and the others, with their assistance, were hauled over the side, not
without much bruising of legs and arms, and a plentiful bedaubment
of mud.
Meanwhile Ædric and Corman were getting on well. The monk
had rested a little when he saw that they had got far enough away
to be safe from any arrow, supposing the men had bows and arrows
with them, and he and Ædric were laughing at the miserable plight
of their pursuers.
Suddenly Corman began to row vigorously again. He had looked
round, and instantly worked as hard, or harder, than ever at the
oars.
"Why, Corman, what is the matter?" said Ædric; but the monk
did not answer. Ædric looked about, puzzled; there was no other
27. boat in sight, and the men were still far too busy trying to get into
their boat to be thinking of any means of pursuing them, even if
they had a chance of finding any. But while Ædric was wondering
what had caused these renewed exertions of brother Corman, the
raft came to a stop. It also had run on the mud.
Their position was now singular, and very tantalising to both
parties, but especially so for Corman and Ædric, for a few strokes
more or a few inches more water and they would have been over
the bank and into the little lake that ran into the deep channel on
the other side. But there was no help for it. They could not push the
logs of wood across, tied together as they were, and they were
compelled to sit patiently and watch the struggles of the men in the
other boat.
These latter had at last got in again, and a loud shout told
Corman and Ædric they had discovered that they also were aground.
"What shall we do?" asked Ædric, ruefully.
"Sit here, my son, until the Lord sends the water back again."
Poor Corman was not sorry altogether. It had been a terrible
trial of his strength, and he had pluckily answered to it; but he was
very exhausted. Fortunately he had the pitcher of water on board,
which he had put there in case Ædric should want any, or feel faint,
and it now came in very usefully. After taking a long draught, he
uttered a sigh of satisfaction, and stretched himself at full length on
the raft, closing his eyes and folding his hands together on his chest.
Ædric pushed a skin under his head, but the monk took no
notice. The boy would have liked to have talked, but he respected
Corman's fatigue, and watched the other boat's crew instead. They
were doing nothing, sitting listlessly on the sides of the boat, some
28. with their black legs hanging over, some with their legs inside, all
looking disconsolate and foolish. They evidently had no bows with
them, or they would have tried a shot at the raft.
The tide had now gone down a long way, and both boat and raft
were left high and dry. Corman still slept, and Ædric was beginning
to be very weary of their position, when he thought he heard some
one hailing them. He looked about, but could see no one. Thinking it
was his fancy, he was going to lie down when again he heard a voice
calling, and this time there was no doubt it was some one calling
Corman. The boy instantly awoke the monk, who sat up and rubbed
his eyes with a dazed look.
"Corman, there is someone calling you."
"Is there? Where?" said Corman, sleepily.
"I don't know where. Listen, there it is again."
Corman got up and stood upon the raft, which had by this time
settled down with its weight into the mud. He looked about; the tide
had got down so low that the mud banks in places obscured a view
of the water. But as Corman looked round he caught sight of a small
boat in the Cissanceaster channel as near to him as it could get,
which was about a quarter of a mile off however. As soon as the
men—for there were two—in the boat saw Corman, they shouted to
him again.
"Hullo!" cried Corman; "what dost thou want?"
A confused collection of sounds answered.
"I can't hear thee," shouted Corman. "Who art thou?"
"Wevcumfrolfrid" was all Ædric could make out.
"What does that mean?" said Corman. "Speak more clearly," he
shouted.
29. Again the incomprehensible sound came back.
"Well, they've got very weak voices, whoever they are," said
Corman.
"We've come from Wilfrid," came at last distinctly across the
mud.
"They have come from Wilfrid," cried Ædric, joyously. "We shall
escape, then, after all."
"I don't know that," said Corman. "How are we to get to them,
or they to us?"
At last an idea occurred to him. He got up again.
"Hast thou any mud-pattens?" he shouted.
No answer. He yelled out his question again. This time the word
"No" reached him.
"Canst thou not get any?" he yelled.
"We'll gongetsome."
"Well, that is sensible," said Corman, as he saw the boat go off
towards the opposite shore.
CHAPTER XV.
"THE CRUEL CRAWLING FOAM, THE CRUEL HUNGRY FOAM."
"Well, Ædric, if we can once get over to the other shore we shall be
all safe, for Wilfrid is feared by all these South Saxons in a way that
I never could understand."
"But who dost thou think they are who are pursuing us?"
"It must be the Eorldoman Berchthune."
30. Corman had now stretched himself out again, and was
preparing to have his doze out. Fortunately, the weather was fine.
Their situation was uncomfortable enough with fair weather; it
would have been deplorable had it rained. The little raft lay stranded
on a wide-stretching bank of mud; all round little rivulets washed
their muddy courses out of the soft ooze. On one side, but at some
distance, a belt of shingle, marked with a long brown streak, the
boundary of the sea at high water, was surmounted by a brown
growth of wind-blown bushes, relieved here and there by a weird
oak-tree, whose blighted growth appealed in outstretched leafless
branches to the north-east to protect it from the violent treatment it
always received at the hands of its tormentor, the south-west wind;
above, a grey sky, windless and still, while all the world below looked
sodden, and muddy, and brown. On this world of mud a sea-gull or
two were having an eager feast, not unaccompanied by an
occasional fight over some succulent crab or juicy winkle, while a
curlew dipped its curved beak among the brown sludge, or
plaintively cried to its more fortunate mate. Overhead a heron
winged its way, looking sardonically down on the dot of the raft and
the somewhat larger speck of the boat. It was a dull, dreary scene—
a world of mud, a world of wood, a world of grey and brown.
Ædric looked at it all wearily enough. He began to feel sleepy
too. It seemed so odd to be so close to their enemies, doing
nothing, and yet perfectly safe. They were not more than five
hundred yards off, and in the perfect quiet he could hear the voices
of the men as they occasionally spoke.
Gradually he dozed off. The seagulls came nearer, the crabs
crawled up on to the edges of the raft, and the lobworms busily
31. raised their piles all round. So passed an hour. But what is it that
causes the crabs to sidle away, and the gulls to get up on circling
wings, screaming the while?
"Wake up, Corman, wake up, Ædric, and see what your
pursuers are doing," the wild birds seemed to cry.
Weary of doing nothing, the idea had occurred to Berchthune to
make a movable kind of platform of planks, by which two men could
approach the raft. By laying down one set of boards and then
standing on them, they were able to lay another set ahead, then
getting on these, they were able to pull up the others, and slide
them past and place them ahead again, and so they were able to
make laborious but sure way up to their prey. In this way they had
already advanced about fifty yards, and were getting more adroit in
moving the boards.
Heavily Corman was sleeping, and Ædric was far away in
dreamland. Nearer and nearer the boards were being pushed; not
without much noise and mirth from those in the boat, however.
Several times the two adventurous ones had, in the confidence of
their skill, gone too much to the side of their treacherous platform,
with the result that they had slipped into the fathomless mud, and
had to crawl ignominiously back upon their fickle plank, blacker and
humbler men. Each of these checks to their pride had evoked shouts
of laughter from their comrades and showers of abuse from
Berchthune, who was fretting at the delay.
Ædric was dreaming blissfully, and Corman still snored.
Nearer and nearer the men approached, when a shout from
their comrades urged them to more activity. The other boat had
been seen returning from the Selsea shore. It ran on the mud at the
32. nearest point to the raft, and a man was seen to get out and walk
over the slippery surface towards Corman and Ædric.
"Why, he's got boards on his feet!" said the begrimed and weary
South Saxon, as he squatted on his precarious plank to look at the
strange spectacle, disgusted at the mean advantage of the other
man.
Quite safely the man slithered his way over the mud, carrying
four flat boards in his hands. He had already gone nearly half the
distance, and this in about five minutes; while the enterprising South
Saxons had taken nearly an hour to get over an equal space.
"Get on with ye, sluggards, or they will escape yet!" shouted
Berchthune, stamping with rage at the idea of his game getting
away, after all the hours of waiting on the mud, and the certainty of
its falling into his hands at last, on which he had consolingly
counted. The two South Saxons now realised that they must make
the most desperate exertions if they hoped to get to the raft before
the other man. They tugged at their boards—splash they went, into
the mud ahead; quickly they got upon them—splash came the last
ones they had trodden on out of the mud behind; they toiled at
them to put them into their places, then jumped upon them, and
once more heaved at their last resting-place. They had no time to
look up, splash—slosh—heated work; grimy, filthy, slimy toil—and all
the time the crew shouted to them, cheering them on, and
encouraging them to fresh exertions. Brother Corman was well
avenged for the trouble they had given him in the morning. The men
were a great deal nearer the raft than the other man was; but he
was going on steadily, and well. And in spite of all the South Saxons
could do, the boards would stick in the mud, and their labour was
33. terrific. Their plight was piteous: the perspiration rained off their
foreheads, and formed little lanes of white down their muddy faces.
And all the time Berchthune yelled at them, and the crew hied them
on. And now the men were not more than ten yards distant, while
the other man was about the same. The excitement on board the
boat became intense, for their men, going as they were in a line
from them, seemed to be much nearer than the other man, whose
whole distance was visible.
"Make a jump for it!" roared Berchthune. "By Woden's beard, I'll
have ye flayed alive if ye don't beat that 'nithing' there."
The men tugged amain, but, alas for their success! they could
not get their last resting-place up; they had, in their eagerness,
placed the board they were standing on too far away from the one
they had just left. They leant over the mud, they stretched
themselves, they gasped, they dripped, but all to no purpose, and,
worse than all, their last standing place began slowly to increase its
distance.
They had placed their boards on the slippery brow of one of the
many little rivulets which drained the mud-banks, and as they leant
over to get at the other planks left behind, all their weight, being on
one side, caused the boards to lift at the other end, and begin slowly
to slide down into the little gully.
One of the men had reached over so far that, as the board
receded, he fell forward on his face in the mud, clutching
desperately to the other planks. The other man was just able to
recover his balance before too late.
"Hold on to my legs, man, can't thee?" roared the prostrate
South Saxon, as loud as he was able, for his mouth was very near
34. the mud. The other man did as he was told. The situation was now
too ludicrous, even for the man who was hastening, as fast as his
awkward mud-pattens would allow him, to rescue Corman and
Ædric. He stopped still and begun to roar with laughter.
By this time Corman was beginning to be aware that there were
other existences besides his own. He sat up, rubbed his eyes, looked
about him, and could scarcely take in the situation. When he did he
also burst out laughing, and Ædric, waking up, was astonished to
see Corman sitting on the raft, his mouth wide open, and peals of
laughter shaking him from head to foot.
The unfortunate South Saxons were not nearly so much
amused; the wretched one, who was now acting as a kind of
animated tow-rope to the other planks, was hanging on grimly to
the tenacious boards, while his comrade held on fast to his ankles
and all the time the other boards were slowly slipping over the ooze.
Neither man dare let go, and yet there was no hope of being able to
pull the obstinate boards out of the mud, as there was no purchase
by which they could be raised, and they were besides slimy with
mud.
For a minute the tension lasted; then slowly the man's hands
slipped off the greasy planks, and he lay spread out, face
downwards, on the ooze. The other South Saxon still held on to his
legs, and the two, now that his comrade had let go of the firmly-
imbedded planks, glided more speedily into the bed of the little
rivulet. There was no danger of the prostrate man sinking into the
mud provided he did not attempt to walk. The long weed-like grass
that spread over the surface kept him up, so long as he lay
outstretched; but he wanted to get on the boards on which his
35. comrade was seated, and the difficulty was how to do it. He
wriggled and twisted, and sank his knees into the slime, but at last
he succeeded in rolling himself down sideways on to the plank; and
there the two men sat, disconsolate and helpless, within six yards of
Corman and Ædric.
All this time the Eorldoman Berchthune was shouting himself
hoarse with abuse at the wretched adventurers, and Corman and
Ædric were enjoying the sport.
Their rescuer had now waddled up to them. Corman knew how
to use mud-pattens, but the difficulty was how to carry Ædric. He
could use one leg, and they managed by putting one mud-patten on
his foot, and holding him between them, to get him off the raft.
The South Saxons, seeing their prey escaping them, when they
had so nearly grasped it, and urged on by the abuse of Berchthune,
determined to make one more effort. Profiting by his experience of
the buoyant nature of the mud, if only its properties were clearly
understood, the South Saxon who had wriggled on to the planks
beside his comrade determined to try the plan again. It was only six
yards—only three times his own length—and the mud-pattens were
not yet adjusted. Throwing himself forward on to the mud, he began
to wriggle over it towards the raft. The other man, not to be out-
done, began doing the same.
"Quick, Ædric, or we shall be too late after all," cried Corman.
The South Saxons were just reaching the raft as Corman and
their deliverer assisted Ædric off between them. Wildly their
pursuers flung themselves upon it. The others were only a few paces
off. Without hesitating a moment, the first South Saxon reared
himself erect on the raft, and sprang fiercely after the retreating
36. figures. He just managed to reach the skirts of Corman's frock, and
plunged knee-deep in the mud. He held on to the poor, old worn
gown of the monk, who struggled to wrench it out of his grasp,
while Ædric and the other man pulled at Corman. Suddenly there
was a crack, and the torn handful of Corman's garment remained in
the South Saxon's hand, who sank deeper in the yielding mud with
the recoil.
The other South Saxon had been more prudent; he stood upon
the raft and looked at the now secure Corman and Ædric, and at his
miserable comrade—for miserable he was, far more so than at first
sight appeared. He wriggled and struggled to get out; plunged his
hands and arms up to their elbows in the mud. The more he strove,
the more hopeless his position became. Deeper—deeper, down he
sank—the mud was now up to his waist. If only he could get one leg
out, or throw himself flat upon the mud again; but the suction of the
mud was upon him. Its awful grasp had got sure hold of him.
"For the love of Valhalla, lend me a hand!" he roared.
"I can't, man. I can't reach thee!" cried the other.
"Give me that oar—give me them both. Quick!"
The oars were flung to him; he placed them under his armpits,
and so low had he sunk that he rested on them. For a time they
bore him up, but the slight sticks, only roughly flattened at the end,
began to sink too; and the pain in his shoulders was acute. His
situation was desperate, for although he was being only very slowly
engulfed now, yet none the less was the progress very sure. The
tide had begun to rise—it was coming in rapidly. Would there be
time for the raft to float before he was suffocated, or would the sea
37. flow over his head first before there was water enough to float it? It
was a desperate hope.
Meanwhile, Corman and Ædric were safe in the boat Wilfrid had
sent for them, and were far away on the other side.
38. How ye South Saxon was held by ye mud, and naught
could save him:
39. Up and up flowed the tide. The sea gulls had had their feast of
crabs, and were screaming overhead. The wretched man's eyeballs
were starting from his head; his head was sunk between his
shoulders. Up and up crept the tide. The lobworms had ceased to
pile their little heaps; the crabs were playfully scampering to meet
the crawling froth, pushed further and further with each succeeding
wavelet.
No hope! the water has reached his chin; the slimy froth and
scum of the mud forms a collar round the doomed man's neck. One
more prodigious effort, one despairing, gasping heave. No good! The
hands are clasped over the mouth, with the instinct of self-
preservation, even in inevitable death; but the water knows no
barrier. The froth bubbles up, it is on a level with the lower lip, each
wave and ripple washes higher, now the mouth is covered. With a
desperate wrench, the gasping man raises his mouth above the
water, but, unable to keep up the strain, his head sinks again, and
this time the cruel water has reached the nose. The head falls down,
a few bubbles, a little brown patch, hardly to be distinguished from
seaweed, around which the yellow froth laps in the ripple, is all that
marks where a strong man has died. Soon even that will have
disappeared, and the place that knew him shall know him no more.
The sea had been washing round the raft for some minutes, but
the water-soaked logs were heavy, and had been sucked into the
mud. The drowned man's head had been entirely covered before the
awkward structure showed any signs of lifting. Indeed, the water
was nearly floating over it, and the South Saxon had begun to dread
a similar death to that of his comrade, when the raft gave a lurch,
and once more was afloat. The man had no oars, or anything to
40. propel it with; but as the other boat would be afloat also before
many minutes, they would come and pick him up.
Presently the idea occurred to him to push the raft with one leg
on the bottom; in this way, and with a favouring tide he was enabled
at last to reach his companions.
The Eorldoman Berchthune was very sullen, and greeted the
man with violent abuse for not having made more haste at first; and
this was all the misguided ceorl got for having volunteered on a
perilous enterprise: for having been face to face with death, and that
almost the slowest, most lingering, which could happen to man. But
then in those days what were men made for but for death?
The tide had now risen high enough to float the boat.
Berchthune was about to give orders to shove her off the bank,
when a horseman galloping hastily down the shingle on the shore,
and riding his horse as far out as he dared, shouted to the boat:
"Cædwalla has been made king of Wessex, and is marching
upon us."
There was now no thought of pursuing Ædric. Orders were
instantly given to turn the boat's head towards Boseham again, and
it was not long before they reached its little quay. There the
horseman met them, having ridden his horse at full speed, and then
Berchthune learnt fuller particulars of the startling news.
Cædwalla was only a day's march distant, advancing with a
powerful force of West Saxon eorls, and his own veteran band of
faithful followers, no longer outlaws, but honoured friends of the
king. He was burning to avenge his last defeat and reassert his claim
to the throne of the South Saxons.
41. This was grave news. Berchthune mounted his horse and rode
off at once towards Cissanceaster, directing his followers to come
after him as soon as possible.
But all this time Ædric and Corman were making the best of
their way to Wilfrid. Corman, indeed, when he saw that Ædric was
safe, intended going back to look after Father Dicoll, but Wilfrid's
men advised him not, and as there was no boat, for they would not
lend him theirs, he was compelled to go on. He cast one more
lingering, sad look at Boseham, and mourned over his dearly-loved
friend, Father Dicoll.
But Ædric was delighted; he should not now have to live at
Selsea among perfect strangers. After a long ride over a drearily flat
country, they came to a clearing amid the gorse and bush; on the
other side of this clearing a building, that to Corman and Ædric
looked immense, towered aloft over a hamlet of low thatched
houses and a few farm buildings. The smell of the sea was all round,
and stacks of seaweed filled the air with their peculiar odour.
What struck Corman and Ædric, however, was the order and
tidiness of everything. The thatched cottages were well thatched,
the walls looked well built, and the few people they met all looked
better fed and happier than those about Cissanceaster and
Boseham. As they got nearer to the large building a solemn sound
rose and fell in measured cadence. Ædric had never heard a sound
like it, at least not produced by artificial means; it was to him like
the wind playing among the tall trees and the sea rolling on the
shore mingled with the deep mutter of thunder on the horizon.
"What is it, Corman? is it an enchantment?"
42. "No, my son; it is the service of vespers in the new church
Wilfrid has been building. He has brought over from Rome new wind
instruments; and Gregory, the celebrated bishop of Rome, who sent
Augustine, the monk, hither, has set new music to the canticles of
the church. Thou wilt now be able to see how Christians perform
their service of the voice and heart to God."
"It is very grand," said Ædric, who had never heard any music
more beautiful than the harp, and no singing in combination more
than a chorus to some interminable gleeman's tale in verse.
They had now got well into the village, and were approaching a
long, low, barn-like structure; round the entrance everything was
unusually tidy, and some attempt had been made to form a path of
shingle and sand, edged with white flints, from the neighbouring
beach. In front of this door their guide stopped, Ædric was lifted off
the horse-litter by Corman and the other man, and they entered a
large room or hall. Ædric had never seen a room like it. The floor
was very clean, and a fresh pile of reeds lay near the door, to
replace the soiled ones that served as a mat. There was a long table
down the middle of the room, and across one end was another
table, in the centre of which was a large massive oaken chair; on
each side of the table were wooden squares, or trenchers, which
served for plates; by the side of these were horn drinking-cups. At
the end of the room, opposite the large chair, was a wooden
reading-desk, and on this was a splendid manuscript, heavily bound
and chained to the desk. Ædric could see that there were some
lovely pictures in it, and he longed to examine the volume. He had
never seen a book in his life before, and the nearest idea he had
ever had of a drawing had been some carvings on a horn which his
43. father very highly prized, and some pictured hangings which were
treasured among the family's most valued belongings, and which
tradition said had been taken in the sack of the haunted ruins at
Brædynge. Father Dicoll and the poor monks had no books; they
had no parchment, and no paper. Ædric had heard of writing, but it
had always been spoken of with awe, for it was considered to savour
somewhat of magic. It was therefore with a solemn feeling, as well
as one of curiosity, that he looked at the large mysterious volume. At
the side of the room opposite the door, and nearly in the middle on
that side, was a bright fire. The logs were piled up on iron bars, and
a large square of hard trodden clay served as hearth. The smoke
from the fire found its way up and out of the hall by an aperture in
the roof immediately above it, but, as it did not always take this way
out, there was a strong smell of burnt wood and smoke in the room.
Ædric and Corman were led up to the bench before the fire, and
told that the clerks who were with Wilfrid were at service and they
were to wait there until it was over. Ædric felt awestruck at the
silence, the neatness, the comfort of everything, but especially at
the stillness of the place, the hall of his own home having always
been full of noisy domestics, familiar and lazy; the remains of the
last, and indeed of several previous feasts, were left on the floor,
and the whole place habitually reeked of feasting, rude plenty, and
dirt. But here was something very different. Order and cleanliness
were visible everywhere.
Presently there was a noise of feet outside on the shingle path,
and a tall figure entered the room. It was Wilfrid, followed by his
two faithful companions, Bernwine and Hildila. Corman at once arose
and stood in submissive silence before the great churchman, while
44. Ædric tried to get up, but was arrested by the kind voice of Wilfrid
bidding him be seated.
The boy was at once won by the gentle voice and kind smile of
the bishop, but was at the same time much in awe of him. Somehow
he seemed so very much farther away from him than Father Dicoll
had seemed; it was not that he did not greet him in quite as friendly
a way, or with even a kinder smile, but the boy had a feeling that he
was a much smaller object, and could not possibly be of any interest
to Wilfrid. At the same time there came across him all that Dicoll had
said about him, and, with the instinct of a boy who is quick to
recognise what is put on or assumed in manner, he felt as if Wilfrid's
kindness were a matter of policy, and not a matter of the heart. It is
not to be supposed that Ædric could have given these reasons for
his awe of him, but in very great awe of Wilfrid he certainly was, and
what was even more curious, brother Corman seemed equally in
awe of the bishop. As not infrequently happens when very
ingenuous, candid natures come in contact with deeper, more
intricate, more commanding minds, it seemed to strike both that it
was Wilfrid's part to be both kind and sweet in manner, while with
Corman himself it was his nature to be so.
"My son, thou must be very tired after thy journey," said Wilfrid.
"Thy couch is prepared, and supper shall be taken to thee there. I
will entrust thee to the care of Father Bernwine, who will make a
careful nurse, and see that thou art well cared for. In the morning, if
all be well, I will talk with thee. Meanwhile, Good-night, and may the
peace of God go with thee."
This was all said with such sweet dignity that Ædric, who would
much rather have sat up and did not feel at all sleepy, did not
45. venture to dispute the arrangement, although at home he would
undoubtedly have boisterously done so. He was supported out of the
room, therefore, by Bernwine, after taking an affectionate leave of
Corman, who remained awaiting the bishop's instructions.
CHAPTER XVI.
"BLESSED ARE THE PEACEMAKERS."
The next day Ædric awoke early. It took him some time to realise
where he was. The dim light of morning came in through a narrow
aperture in the walls, and he could only just make out surrounding
objects. All was very quiet. He could see that he was in a little room,
neatly furnished with a wooden settle or stool, and the wooden bed
on which he lay. There was a little wooden cross on the wall by the
side of his bed, and some writing underneath it, at which Ædric
stared, not quite liking it. He thought it must be writing, for it was
rather like some marks on the horn at home, and which he had been
told were spells. He wished it was rather lighter, or that some one
would come, for he could not tell what the runes might do, they
might contain some enchantment, it was better not to look at them.
Presently he heard the same solemn sound he had heard last night,
it sounded very beautiful as it plaintively pealed through the
building, now rising in sustained unison, then sinking in deeper
notes, appearing to swell and sink and swell again, appealing in
mystical utterance to an invisible but all-powerful Being. When the
music ceased, Ædric could hear a continuous sound of human
46. tongues, then one deep musical voice, followed by a solemn
melodious blending of all the tones.
Soon after, he heard the noise of steps at his room, over the
entrance of which a curtain hung, and in another moment Corman
entered, much to the boy's relief.
"Oh! how glad I am to see thee, Corman, I feared thou hadst
gone away."
"I should not have gone without seeing thee first, Ædric; how
hast thou slept?"
"Very well. I feel much better, I believe I shall be able to walk
without any help, to-morrow, if I am allowed to practise a little to-
day—but what was that sound? what have they been doing? I never
heard anything like it."
"That was the morning service, or matins, and I have just come
from it. But thou hadst better get up now, and I will help thee into
the Refectory, where we are all going to have breakfast."
When Corman and Ædric entered the large room or hall, into
which they had first come the evening before, they found the room
nearly full. Wilfrid was at the head of the table, on each side of him
were Bernwine and Hildila, while all down the long table were a few
monks, some lay domestics, and several boys, who all looked
curiously at Ædric. One of the monks led Corman and Ædric to their
vacant places, and then grace was said by another monk at the
lower end of the table, after which all sat down, and the same monk
who had said grace, began to read out of the beautiful book that
had so attracted Ædric's attention the night before.
The breakfast consisted of a portion of fish to each person, and
a portion of oatmeal porridge made with water. There was water to
47. drink, but at Wilfrid's table there was a jug of milk, of which,
however, the Bishop only took very sparingly, but he sent it down to
Ædric, and another monk who seemed delicate, bidding them take it
for their bodily comfort.
The fish had been caught by Wilfrid himself, who had taught the
ignorant South Saxons how to supply themselves with this
wholesome food, and, like many men remarkable for their
intellectual gifts, he was especially pleased with the success of his
skill in the gentle craft.
No word was spoken during the meal, all listened attentively to
the reading of the monk. He was reading from "The Dialogues" of
Pope Gregory the Great, but Ædric naturally did not understand a
word, as it was all in Latin; when Corman afterwards told him the
marvellous tales that the monk had read, he wished much that he
could have understood it, and longed more than ever to look at the
pictures, and made up his mind he would like to learn to read. When
all had finished, the reader closed the book and said grace, after
which he sat down and had his own breakfast, while the rest
dispersed. It appeared that each man had his allotted task; some
went to the outhouses whither the platters and other appliances of
the breakfast table were taken, and were there washed up; one of
the lay brothers winding up a bucket of water from the well hard by,
and heating it in a copper. Others went to a tool-house, and taking
their hoes and mattocks went out to the garden on the south side of
the little settlement. The choir boys were taken off to the church and
were there taught general knowledge, as well as music, by
Bernwine. Hildila took two or three monks with him and they
carefully practised writing under his instruction.
48. Wilfrid beckoned to Corman to bring Ædric up to him.
The boy felt very shy when he saw the clear piercing grey eyes
of the celebrated Bishop searching him through and through. For in
Wilfrid's face there was that presence of a will, which is always so
marked in men who have been great in the world, and this will
makes its presence felt without a word being spoken, as the needle,
when magnetised, is powerless to resist the attraction of the
mysterious pole.
"My son, brother Corman has told me all about thee. He tells
me how patient thou hast been under suffering, and how thou hast
been brought to wish to lead a better life. Thank God for thy pain,
for by it thou hast been enabled to learn the way of salvation, and
mayst be intended for a blessed purpose, even the awakening of thy
people from the dark night of Paganism to the glorious light of the
Gospel."
Ædric looked timidly at Wilfrid: he did not know what to say, he
could not talk to him as he had done to Father Dicoll and brother
Corman. He felt he could only learn by hearing, not by questioning,
which, to a boy, is so much the preferable way, but which, unless
carefully directed, leads many times to a desultory and fruitless end.
Wilfrid went on, seeing that the boy was listening: "Thou wilt be
able to learn many things here. When thou art thoroughly taught in
all that is necessary, thou shalt be baptised; and when thou hast
quite recovered, thou canst return to thine own land and teach thine
own people. For what more beautiful or holy object canst thou have
in life than the hope of meeting those who have been brought to
eternal life by thy means? Think what a blessed thing it would be if
the Almighty should employ thee as His messenger. And be not