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
He would not be dissuaded from attending in person the obsequies of his
cousins, and it was when standing at their grave that his glance
suddenly rested upon the bowed head and pale face of Leofric.
"I would speak with that youth," said he to Hugh, who chanced to be near
at hand; "bid him come presently to my tent."
So later in the day Leofric once more stood face to face with the King's
son.
Leofric had never attempted to fly from the scene of the battle. He
scarce knew whether he was ranked as a prisoner or not. No one had
spoken to him or molested him. It seemed as though the common bond of
brotherhood had now asserted itself amidst the ranks of the rival hosts.
The leaders of the rebellion (as it would soon be termed) would
doubtless receive punishment in the form of fines and confiscations when
there was time to consider their cases; but the Prince was in favour of
a general amnesty to rank and file; and though the adherents of the
Barons were melting away like snow in a thaw, no attempt was made to
keep them. They were, for the most part, suffered to depart to their own
homes. Numbers had laid down their lives in the slaughter of the battle
day; the rest were free to return whence they had come. Leofric was
meditating a journey to Oxford as soon as he should be fit for the long
ride; but both he and Jack had had little heart to think of their own
affairs, their distress at the loss of the cause and of so many true
friends and comrades having for the time being driven all else from
their minds. They had, however, the previous evening decided that there
was nothing left for them to do here after the morrow, and had settled
that upon the following day they would set forth for Oxford, taking with
them a few mementos of their fallen hero, and carrying to Mistress Alys
the last message and token of her whilom lover Amalric de Montfort.
This summons from the Prince, however, might possibly cause a change in
their plan. Jack looked a little apprehensive as he heard it; but
Leofric had no fear. He had faith in the good-will of Edward.
"Thou canst come too, good Jack," said Hugh, who had brought the message
from the King's son. "He has some words to speak to many of those who
have served under the De Montfort banner. Be in nowise afraid. He is a
right noble Prince, and meaneth well to all."
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