A Clerk of Oxford, and His Adventures in the Barons' WarEverett-Green, Evelyn
History
A Clerk of Oxford, and His Adventures in the Barons' War
Everett-Green, Evelyn
Great Britain -- History -- Barons' War, 1263-1267 -- Juvenile fiction
"You will ask why I say all this to you," he said; "but I will soon
explain myself. You come from a city which has been forward in the cause
of the Barons, a seat of learning, whose voice must ever weigh with the
people. For the moment the cause you have at heart is, or seems to be,
lost. Its leader is dead, its army cut to pieces, its fugitives
straggling back to their own homes. Yet the feelings which gave rise to
the movement are not dead. They live immortal in the hearts of a free
people; and if the teachers and leaders of that people's thought preach
once more a national crusade, doubtless leaders could be found to bring
an army again into the field."
The youths looked at one another with a covert surprise. It was strange
to hear their Prince speaking to them thus.
Edward noted their glances, and a slight smile crossed his handsome
face. He looked earnestly upon his listeners.
"My friends," he said, "I speak to you thus freely because I have
somewhat to ask of you. I pray you use all the influence you possess
with your comrades and townsmen, and preach to them the doctrine of
patience. If they will but be patient a few years, I trow that the
causes of complaint will speedily be removed. Listen, and I will further
explain. My father grows old. Twice has he been wounded; his powers are
failing him somewhat. It may be that his life will not be greatly
prolonged; or that if it is, he will take his son, mine unworthy self,
more fully into his counsels. I cannot honestly believe that he himself
will greatly change his methods or his habits. Change comes easily
enough to the young, but not to the old. I fear that many abuses will be
revived, but I trust and hope that it will not be for long. I am growing
of an age to claim my share in the government, and to speak openly to my
father. The people, I think, have some love for me, and I desire their
welfare with my whole heart. In all things I shall seek to counsel my
father to wise measures, and to a policy akin to that which the Barons
have so long and vehemently urged upon him. If in course of time I
should sit upon England's throne, I will strive to profit by the lessons
learned in these days of struggle and adversity, and to rule wisely and
well. I have never loved my father's foreign favourites. I would
surround myself with native-born counsellors; I would withstand the
unlawful tyranny of the Pope; I would have England to be a free and
prosperous country--prosperous at home and respected abroad. That is
what I shall seek to attain to if ever I sit upon her throne. Wherefore,
my friends, preach patience to those from whom ye have come, if they
speak bitterly of those things which have been done. Seek not to raise
up another leader, but wait till your Prince can with honour be the
leader and head of his people. Believe me, I love the English nation,
and will never patiently see the poor trampled under foot, or the
charters of the nation set aside. Only have patience, only wait awhile,
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