“Fulke and Lady Clarice his wife, one night, were sleeping together
in their chamber; and the lady was asleep, and Fulke was awake,
and thought of his youth; and repented much in his heart for his
trespasses. At length, he saw in the chamber so great a light, that it
was wonderful; and he thought what could it be? And he heard a voice,
as it were, of thunder in the air, and it said:--‘Vassal, God has
granted thy penance, which is better here than elsewhere.’ At that
word the lady awoke, and saw the great light, and covered her face for
fear. At length this light vanished. And after this light Fulke could
never see more, but he was blind all his days. Then Fulke was very
hospitable and liberal, and he caused the king’s road to be turned
through his hall at his manor of Alleston, in order no stranger might
pass without having meat or lodging, or other honor or goods of his.
This Fulke remained seven years blind, and suffered well his penance.
Lady Clarice died and was buried at the New Abbey; after whose death
Fulke lived but a year, and died at the White-town; and in great honor
was he interred at the New Abbey--on whose soul may God have mercy.
Near the altar is the body. God have mercy on us all, alive and dead.
Amen!”
The religious sentiment was strong in all Norman knights, but not more
so, perhaps, than in the wild chivalry of North America, when first its
painted heroes heard of the passion and death of Christ. Charlevoix
tells us of an Iroquois, who, on hearing of the crucifixion, exclaimed
with the feeling of a Christian crusader, “Oh, if I had been there!”
Precisely such an exclamation was once made by a Norman knight, as he
listened to a monk narrating the great sacrifice on Mount Calvary. The
more savage warrior, however, has always had the more poetical feeling.
Witness the dying request of a young Indian chief, also noticed by
Charlevoix. The dying victor asked to be buried in a blue robe, because
that was the color of the sky: the fashion, with many Norman knights,
of being interred in a robe and cowl of a monk, had far less of
elevated feeling for its motive.
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