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
"She dwells with her parents yet," answered Leofric. "I seldom see her;
but Gilbert Barbeck tells me sometimes of her. She refused to visit
Linda in the Castle, and spoke fierce words which show that her heart is
yet bitter within her. But more than that I know not. She was always a
strange creature. Her own mother knows not how to deal with her."
"Some say she hath a familiar spirit, and some that she is mad, which
perhaps is one and the same thing," said Jack. "All I know is that she
looks at you with eyes that burn like live coals. Methinks she has been
dabbling with Tito's evil books. If she takes not care, she may be
ducked or burnt as a witch yet!"
But this was scarce time or place to dwell on private topics. Little
doubt could now exist that they were on the eve of a great battle. Hugh
looked regretfully into Leofric's eyes as they clasped hands before
parting.
"I would we could fight side by side, instead of in hostile camps," he
said; "but when this cloud of evil and misery has swept by, I trust that
we may be comrades once again, in Oxford or elsewhere."
"To be sure! to be sure!" cried cheery Jack. "Let once the King be
brought to reason, and all those vile foreigners sent back to their own
country, and our good Earl (foreigner though he be in race, yet not at
heart) at the head of his Council, then we shall forget our troubles and
feuds, and all will go merry as a marriage-bell."
Yet for the moment there was nothing of merriment in the hearts of men,
but a stern nerving of themselves for coming strife.
Leofric and Jack were met by the news that the King had received the
embassy with coldness and hostility, and had sent back an answer so
insulting and uncompromising that nothing was now thought of but the
appeal to arms.
Leofric, going in search of Amalric, found himself in the midst of an
earnest gathering of knights and nobles, and heard the clarion voice of
De Montfort raised in solemn protest.
"By the arm of St. James, I have done all that man can do to keep the
peace of the realm and my oath of allegiance. Be the result of this
day's work upon the head of his Majesty! He has brought all upon
himself. I would have saved him from it if I could."
The Earl had had a presentiment, of which he had spoken before, that May
was to be a fortunate month for him, and an unlucky one for the King. He
went about amongst his people now with a look of serene courage upon his
face; and whilst stimulating them to do their best in the coming fight,
he urged them not to forget that their foes were also their brothers,
and that they must show mercy to the vanquished in the day of victory.
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