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
In spite of his scholarly tastes, he had soldier blood in his veins, and
did not mean to settle down altogether to a life of study. There was
glory to be won in the far East in the Crusades, as well as against the
Turks upon the seas, even if not nearer at home. Amalric had his dreams
of warlike glory, and Leofric shared them also. He would be the
esquire--Amalric should be his knightly master. Together they would do
and dare great things; and thus planning and castle-building, their
souls were knit together, and a deep and lasting friendship sprang up
between them.
At the fair they were always to be seen together, sometimes in
attendance upon the maiden Alys, who delighted to obtain permission to
go afoot into the crowd with them. Her father, finding that there seemed
little danger of any untoward disturbance just now (the memory of the
King's recent displeasure being still fresh in men's minds), was pleased
to gratify her whim, and Amalric was always eager to be entrusted with
the care of one who was becoming daily dearer to him. So with a servant
or two in close attendance, but with Amalric and Leofric one on each
side, the eager maiden visited the fair and made numerous little
purchases, greatly to her own edification and the admiration of the
spectators.
Thus it chanced that she came one day face to face with Linda, whom she
had not seen since the day of the joustings, and she was greatly struck
and grieved by the change in her looks. The citizen's daughter would
have passed by with a simple reverence; but Alys put forth her hand and
drew Linda towards her.
"I am glad to see thee once more; but thou art sadly changed since last
we met. My father ever says that Hugh will come back again. Lose not
altogether heart and hope."
"Ah, sweet lady, I thank thee for such kindly words; but thy noble
father knows not all that we know. And I have not lost all hope, either,
albeit I almost tremble. Hist! I can say no more here; but anon I shall
learn somewhat, and then will I tell thee all--if indeed there be aught
to tell. I have heard a whisper of hope. Perchance it will become
something more anon. I must wait--I must wait--with what patience I can.
On the last day of the fair I shall know all."
With these rather mysterious words Linda pressed Alys's hand and glided
away, whilst the maiden stood looking after her with wondering eyes, and
turning to Amalric asked,--
"What doth such speech portend?"
Amalric shook his head; but Leofric, who had heard much of the gossip
of the fair from Jack, who was always in the thick of things, made
answer,--
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