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
"My lords and gentlemen," said the Prince, in clear tones that were
heard all over the hall, "I have once before addressed you, even as I
address you to-night. The sword had not then been unsheathed. My heart
inclined to the cause which you have made yours, and which even this day
I regard with much of good-will. But I warned you then that my duty to
my father would compel me to withdraw from your counsels, should you
elect to rise in arms against him. This has now been done. I kept the
word I gave you then, and to-day I am a prisoner in your chief's hands.
The fortune of the day is so far with you, but it may not always be so.
As I made an open declaration upon that occasion, so I make another
to-day. I have given my parole for the present not to seek to escape out
of this honourable captivity in which I am placed; and I redeemed my
word at Wallingford Castle, showing to you that when I say a thing, I
mean it; when I make a promise, I keep it. Now, in the presence of all
of you, and of you my uncle and cousins, I herewith declare that my
parole is for one year, dating from the battle of Lewes, when I gave
myself up into your hands. One year I give to you for arbitration, for
the assembling of Parliament, for all the reasonable steps which a
kingdom must take for the adjustment of difficult questions. After the
expiration of that year my parole expires. I will not then be bound by
any promise. If my liberty is not then accorded me, I shall seek, by
whatever means I may, to attain it. Already the nation is impatient of
seeing her King and her Prince in captivity. The thing, if needful for
the moment, becomes a monstrous iniquity in time. It will not be
suffered to continue. _I_ shall not suffer it to continue. Shut me up if
you choose in the lowest dungeon--keep all my friends away from
me--treat me as you will, I shall find means to escape from your hands;
and I shall then fight with every weapon in my power for the liberty of
my father, and for the restoration of that monarchy which, even though
abused, is yet the prop and the source of England's greatness, and
which, purged of its faults, will yet shine with undiminished lustre!"
The Prince sat down amid a breathless silence. Men had not been prepared
for any such open declaration, and it took them by complete surprise.
The Earl himself felt that thrill of generous admiration which the
speech had enkindled in many hearts.
"The father I can dominate; the son will be my undoing," was the thought
that came to him at that moment, and he felt it still more so when young
Simon sprang to his feet and began one of his ill-considered and haughty
speeches, which was listened to with cold displeasure even within the
walls of his own home, and which brought a little sarcastic smile to the
lips of his cousin Edward.
The Prince turned suddenly to his uncle and said,--
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