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
Sternly and with black brow did the Earl and his attendants look on. It
was so easy to see what had been planned. The inquirer would have asked
some question as to the future, would have received some terrible
prophecy, and when this attack took him, those who stood by would think
it an access of fear at what he had heard; and in the confusion the
magician and his accomplices would effect an escape, even if suspicion
did light upon them.
"How didst thou know this thing?" asked the Earl of his son; and Leofric
was brought forward to tell his tale. A cry of rage and execration went
up from the crowd as they listened. The terrified mummers, who knew
nothing of the plot, slunk away and hid themselves in any dark corners
they could find. No one heeded them, all eyes being fixed upon the
magician himself; and when his mask was plucked from his face, it
revealed the white, scared countenance of Tito Balzani.
In vain he pleaded his innocence, and implored mercy. There was no mercy
in the stern faces around him. Even Prince Edward, in whose favour the
intended crime was supposed to have been planned, came forward with
wrath in his eyes, and desired the death of the miscreant.
"He dares to say that my mother was the instigator of the crime!" he
cried. "Let him hang from the highest battlements for that foul lie!
Some evil-disposed person, thinking to do us service, may have planned
this hideous deed; but my mother--never! Let him die the death of a
perjured traitor!"
"But my sister--who will care for my sister? She at least must not
suffer for my sin!" wailed the hapless man. "It is Roger de Horn who
ought to hang. It was he who showed me the gold, and tempted me to my
ruin. But he ever escapes, and leaves me to bear the punishment. Let the
woods be scoured for him, and I refuse not to die if he die too. But let
him not escape. And, I beseech you, save my sister; for if she knew--the
deed was none of hers."
"The maid shall not suffer; her sex shall be her safeguard," answered De
Montfort sternly. "And as for that miscreant, whose name I have heard
before now, search shall be made for him, and he shall suffer the fate
he merits. Assassins and their accomplices find no mercy at
Kenilworth.--Guard him well, men, and with the first of the daylight let
him die!"
Thus upon the morn of the new year, Tito Balzani met his death upon the
battlements of Kenilworth Castle; but though the woods were scoured and
the Castle hunted from end to end, no trace of the veiled maiden nor of
Roger de Horn could be found. It seemed as if in the confusion the girl
had slipped away, perhaps to give warning to their comrade without. None
had seen her from the moment when Amalric had denounced the wizard in
the hearing of the whole assembly. She must have taken instant alarm,
and have made good a clever escape, leaving her hapless brother to his
well-earned fate.
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