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
"Think not that I reproach thee, good youth; I tell thee of a truth that
were I in thy place, methinks I should act as thou hast done. These
hideous things must needs be for the sake of the realm. But pray Heaven
there be brighter and happier days in store for England yet. Leofric
Wyvill, I once did promise thee the reward of thy lusty stroke which
perchance saved the life of thy Prince. Not yet has come the day for the
redemption of that promise. What can a captive Prince do for the
recompense of those who have served him? But my word is passed, and I
shall not forget. The time may come when I shall redeem that pledge.
Till then I have naught but thanks to offer."
Then he passed upon his way into the interior of the inn, and Leofric
turned upon Hugh with something almost like bitterness in his voice, as
he said,--
"Why, why does such a son league himself to the crooked policy of such a
father?"
Hugh slightly shook his head.
"It is no love for the policy, believe me; it is filial duty towards his
sire. How could a son take up arms against his father, without incurring
the wrath of God? Or how can a son of the spirit of young Edward stand
aloof whilst the sword is drawn against his father and his King? No, no,
he can do nothing else than fight for him; but thou canst see for
thyself how he feels in his heart. He hates the methods and the crooked
ways of the King. Once let him sit upon the throne, and we shall see a
different rule indeed."
Leofric was not destined to travel far with the cavalcade which escorted
the Prince. That very night he was attacked by an access of fever,
brought on probably by riding too soon; and he had perforce to remain
behind when the troop started forth the next morning.
Hugh remained with him of his own accord, bidding Jack go on with the
others, and bring them all the news when they met in Oxford. Hugh found
his broken arm rather stiff and painful, and was not sorry to be spared
the long days of riding; whilst his heart was turning ever more and more
impatiently towards Oxford, where Linda would be waiting for them, and
whither they would travel by easy stages so soon as Leofric was fit for
the saddle.
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