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
The Prince laughed heartily at the tale told him of the obsequies of the
shattered gates, and of the attack on the property of the hapless Mayor.
"So that is how you clerks learn to handle your weapons so well! I trow
your Chancellor must have as hard a task in ruling his city as a monarch
in ruling his kingdom."
And then the Prince suddenly grew grave, and fell into thought, perhaps
revolving in his mind the events of his father's reign, and the
incapacity he had shown in ruling his people in lawful fashion. He sat
looking straight out before him with set lips and sombre eyes, and none
dared speak to him again till the mid-day halt was called.
Then he roused himself, and was gracious and friendly of aspect to all.
He recognized both Leofric and Hugh, and spoke to them both. Hugh had
been with him in his band, and had fought lustily and well. He had won
the approval of the martial Prince on more than one occasion since he
had been with him, and now he greeted him with a smile.
"So thou art going to exchange sword for pen, and the strife of arms for
the war of words? Well, I trust thy studies will not again be broken up
by warlike clamour; and yet if it should so betide, I would that I might
find myself surrounded by such trusty followers as thou hast proved
thyself to be."
"My liege lord," said Hugh, slightly bending the knee, for he desired to
show even more reverence to a captive Prince than he might have done to
one having his liberty, "I trust that if such a day should ever come
again, thou wilt find my poor sword again beneath thy banner. The Prince
has but to command, and the soldier must obey."
Edward gave him a slight smile of gratitude and approval, and turned his
keen glance towards Leofric.
"Ah, my friend of the boar-hunt! said I not that we should meet again
some day? So thou hast been in the fight, and hast gotten some wounds?
Well, well, it is but the hap of war. I know that thou canst strike a
lusty blow when the fighting mood is on thee."
Leofric bent the knee, but made no answer. He loved the Prince, and
found it hard to realize that they had fought in hostile camps. Edward
asked no question; but Leofric knew he must be aware of this, and
something like remorse filled his heart. War which pitted brother
against brother, and subject against Prince, seemed to him a horrible
thing, abhorrent in essence both to God and to man. The disease that was
eating into the heart of the country might need the remedy of the knife;
nevertheless the application of it was painful and terrible, and at that
moment Leofric was keenly conscious of it.
Perhaps Edward guessed at the thoughts which were passing through his
mind, for his own face softened slightly in expression as he said,--
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