A Clerk of Oxford, and His Adventures in the Barons' WarEverett-Green, Evelyn
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A Clerk of Oxford, and His Adventures in the Barons' War
Everett-Green, Evelyn
Great Britain -- History -- Barons' War, 1263-1267 -- Juvenile fiction
"We therefore, being willing to provide for your dignity in this matter,
with our apostolical authority, in the plenitude of our power, from this
time forward entirely absolve you from your oath. If, however, there
should be anything in those statutes concerning the advantage of
prelates, churches, and ecclesiastical persons, we do not intend to make
such void, or in any way relax the said oath in that respect."
It was, perhaps, small wonder that the English people, with a lover of
freedom and constitutional liberty at their head, should revolt from the
rule of a monarch who could place himself beneath the sway of a Roman
Pontiff, and accept at his hands such favours as these.
Of all these things and many others Amalric and Leofric spoke as they
rode through the sunny country during these long summer days. Everywhere
they met the same sort of talk, the same sense of insecurity, the
distrust of the King and the enthusiasm for De Montfort which was
agitating the hearts of the people everywhere.
The nearer they approached to Kenilworth, the greater did this
enthusiasm grow; and when they were so near that the face of Amalric
became known, he was received with open arms by all, and was eagerly
questioned as to the doings of his noble father, and whether he also
were coming to dwell amongst them again.
But of his father's doings at this particular juncture Amalric knew
little. He had returned to England--so much he had heard in London--and
was doubtless busy somewhere, but whether at Kenilworth or in other
districts the young man could not say. It was one of those things he was
eager himself to learn.
The golden light of evening was lying over the level plains and wooded
slopes as the riders drew near to the Castle, and Amalric suddenly drew
rein and pointed to the great tower rising bold and massive from the
waters of the lake-like moat and the surrounding park and forest land.
"See," he cried--"see, Leofric, there is my home! Is it not a lordly
pile of which one may well be proud? And look at yon white sail upon the
lake! that is our own sloop, wherein we have been wont to take our
pastime. Ah, happy, happy days of childhood spent within those walls! I
wonder if the future will hold anything half so sweet!"
Leofric looked in admiration and amazement at the finest building it had
been as yet his lot to see, save perhaps the great Tower of London
itself.
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