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
It was no wonder that, when the Demoiselle rushed into the library with
this piece of intelligence on her lips, Amalric and Leofric should start
at once to their feet, and hasten with all speed to the great courtyard,
where already the men-at-arms and the retainers were mustering.
It was a beautiful and picturesque sight. The Countess, with her little
daughter and her handsome son beside her, stood at the top of the great
flight of steps which led into the banqueting-hall, opposite the great
gateway. All round the spacious courtyard were grouped the armed
retainers and servants of the household. The sentinels and men-at-arms
mounted the battlements, or drew up in martial array about the gateway,
and the herald rode forth to meet and greet his master and bring him in
in triumph.
The sense of expectancy deepened as the minutes passed by; then a great
shout was raised as the trampling of horses' feet was heard within the
outer courtyard. The next minute the great Earl, bare-headed, as he
responded to the enthusiastic greetings showered upon him, rode through
the gateway and across the court; and a cry went up that seemed wellnigh
to shake the walls, as Kenilworth welcomed back its long-absent lord.
The eagle face of the Earl had grown thinner and browner since Leofric
had seen it last. There were lines there which had been traced rather by
anxiety and sorrow than by the hand of time. But the light in the eyes
was unquenched, and the carriage of the haughty head betrayed the
undaunted and resolute spirit of this leader of men.
His glance softened at the sight of his wife and daughter, and with a
quick and skilful turn of the reins he drew up his charger at the foot
of the steps, and leaped lightly to the ground. The next minute he had
embraced his wife before the eyes of the assembled crowd, who were
making the welkin ring with their plaudits; and little Eleanora was
clinging to his hand, half shy, yet intensely eager for the notice of
her sire, of whom she had seen but little, and that only on brief
visits, paid as occasion served, and he could be spared to enjoy the
pleasures of home life.
Leofric's eyes wandered over the goodly company filing into the
courtyard after its lord. Immediately behind their father rode Henry and
Simon, his eldest sons, now knights, and youths of handsome person,
albeit lacking their father's nobility of aspect and charm of manner.
Behind these again rode Guy, the third son, and side by side with him
was a young man of noble aspect, very richly dressed, and plainly of no
small importance in the eyes of the great De Montfort himself; for even
before his own sons had had time to embrace their mother, he beckoned up
this youth to the top of the steps, and presented him with much ceremony
to his wife.
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