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
Leofric bent his head and spoke a low-toned Amen; then one of the monks
approached to administer the last rites of the Church, and hear the
faint confession breathed by those white lips.
How went the battle? Leofric was rent in twain by the desire to fling
himself into that fight and die for the cause he had embraced, and by
reluctance to leave his comrade whilst the spark of life still lingered.
Suddenly Jack came rushing back, his breastplate covered with blood, his
sword reeking, his whole aspect distraught. He had no horse under him,
and he staggered slightly as he pressed onwards; but when Leofric sprang
to his side, he said,--
"I am not wounded--would that I were--I am but choked with dust and
reek. Undo my vizor and give me air. Leofric, the battle is ended. The
great Earl is dead!"
"Dead!" cried Leofric, startled in spite of himself, and the look upon
Jack's face as it was exposed to view corroborated his words.
"I could not get near him, though I fought like a fury. Methinks my
right arm has slain a score of men this day. I cared not how soon they
hewed me down, and yet I escaped. But I was near; I heard and saw, and I
heard what they said of him. They brought him news that Lord Henry had
fallen, whereat he grasped his sword in both hands and cried, 'By the
arm of St. James, then is it time that I died also!' With that he laid
about him right and left with such fury that men fell like thistles
around him. But others pressed on from behind, and all called aloud upon
him to surrender--to surrender--" and Jack drew his breath hard in rage
and scorn.
"But he did not?"
"Didst think he would? Nay, his was no coward blood that would surrender
to caitiff churls. I, even I, heard that clarion voice ring out once
more amid the din of battle. 'Never will I surrender to dogs and
perjurers!' it cried. 'To God alone will I yield. To Him I give up my
spirit.' And even so saying he fell, pierced by a hundred wounds;" and
there Jack suddenly broke off, with a look upon his face of concentrated
fury which for the moment Leofric did not understand.
"And Lord Henry is dead, thou dost say? What of Lord Guy?"
"Wounded and made prisoner. Some say he too will die; but the Prince has
given orders that he is to have every care. The Prince is a noble
victor; but for those dogs that he allies himself with--"
Jack set his teeth as though he could say no more.
"What have they done?" asked Leofric breathlessly.
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