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
"Are they the sons of the great Earl?" asked Leofric eagerly.
"Ay; and time was once when I went as a page with my father to
Kenilworth, and we played together, we boys. Guy and Amalric are the two
youngest sons. The elder pair have won knighthood for themselves beyond
the seas. But these be yet lads still, albeit, if report says true, very
proper and noble lads. Right well do I hope that they will accompany
their father on the morrow. Methinks they will not have forgotten me.
Amalric was very friendly in those past days, and we vowed to love each
other always."
There was little sleep for the trio in the turret that night. Jack and
Leofric made Hugh tell them everything he could remember of the De
Montfort family at Kenilworth, when he had been there as page.
They wanted to know, too, the names of the other Barons who would
support the Earl of Leicester; and although parties changed with
somewhat confusing rapidity, as private jealousies or conflicting
interests made the friend of to-day the enemy of to-morrow, yet Hugh
knew pretty well who were likely to range themselves upon the side of
the liberties of the nation, and could give bits of information to his
companions about the great nobles of the day.
The Earls of Gloucester, Hereford, and Norfolk were, he thought, certain
to support the Earl of Leicester, and also Hugh le Bigod and Hugh le
Despenser, whose names were pretty well known at that time. The King was
more likely to be backed by Bishops and Archbishops, especially such as
still held themselves subservient to the Pope. Then he was almost
certain to be attended by some of the De Lusignans, his half-brothers,
and by numbers of other foreign favourites, whose constant presence at
Court was such an offence to the nation.
"They eat up everything before them, like so many locusts!" cried Hugh
hotly. "So soon as any place becomes vacant, the King, instead of
promoting some honest English gentleman to it, who may have served him
faithfully for years, throws it to one of his foreign favourites, who
may have a dozen such offices already. They drain the life-blood from
the country, and we, its sons, are left to take what pickings we can
get!"
It was easy to understand how bitterly the English nobles and gentlemen
were beginning to resent this kind of thing; and when it was combined
with a constant infringement of their liberties, and an equally constant
imposition of new and illegal exactions, anger became exasperation, and
the sense of a coming crisis was in the very air.
The short night was soon over, and with the first of the sunlight the
three lads awoke from their light slumbers.
There was no lingering abed for any that day. Hardly had they returned
from their plunge in the pool, and arrayed themselves in their best
habits, before sounds in the streets warned them that all the city was
up and doing.
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