Wiglaf (died 839) ruled the Anglo-Saxon kingdom of Mercia from 827 to
829 and again from 830 until his death. His ancestry is uncertain: the
820s were a period of dynastic conflict within Mercia, and the
genealogies of several of the kings of this time are unknown. He
succeeded Ludeca, who was killed campaigning against East Anglia.
Wiglaf's first reign coincided with the continued rise of the rival
kingdom of Wessex under Ecgberht. Ecgberht drove Wiglaf from the throne
in 829, and ruled Mercia directly for a year. Mercia never regained the
south-eastern kingdoms, but Berkshire and perhaps Essex came back into
Mercia's control. Although Wiglaf appears to have restored independence,
the recovery was short-lived, and later in the century Mercia was
divided between Wessex and the Vikings. Wiglaf died in about 839, and
was eventually succeeded by Beorhtwulf, though one tradition records his
son Wigmund as having reigned briefly. Wiglaf is buried at Repton, near
Derby (engraving of the crypt pictured).
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