The House of Walderne: A Tale of the Cloister and the Forest in the Days of the Barons' WarsCrake, A. D. (Augustine David)
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The House of Walderne: A Tale of the Cloister and the Forest in the Days of the Barons' Wars
Crake, A. D. (Augustine David)
Historical fiction
“Nay, the motives that led me forth to face the storm still press upon
me, I must reach Michelham tonight.”
An angry hollow gust of wind almost impeded his further progress as he
spoke, and choked his utterance.
“An inhospitable reception England affords us, after an absence of so
many years. Methinks I like Gascony the better in regard to climate.”
“For five happy years have I followed thy banner there, my lord.”
“Yet I love England better, foreign although my blood, or I had thought
more of the French king’s offer.”
“It was a noble offer, my lord.”
“To be regent of an unquiet realm while my revered suzerain and friend,
Louis, went upon his crusade—mark me, Stephen, England has higher
destinies than France; this land is fated to be the mother of a race of
freemen such as once ruled the world from Rome of old. The union of the
long hostile races, Norman and English, is producing a people which
shall in time rule the world; and if I can do aught to help to lay the
foundation of such a polity as befits the union, please God, I shall
feel well repaid: in short, Leicester is a dearer name to me than
Montfort; England than France.”
“Thy noble father, my lord, adorned the latter country.”
“God grant he has not left an inheritance of judgment to his children;
the cries of the slaughtered Albigenses ever rang in my poor mother’s
ears, and ring too often in mine.”
“I have never heard the story fairly told.”
“Thou shalt now. The land where they spoke the language of Oc, thence
called Langue-d’oc, was hardly a part of France; it had its own
government, its own usages, as well as its own sweet tongue. It was
lovely as the garden of the Lord ere the serpent entered therein; the
soil was fruitful, the corn and wine and oil abundant. The people were
unlike other people; they cared little for war, they wrote books and
made love on the banks of the Rhone and Garonne.
“Well had they stopped here, and not taken liberties” (here the knight
crossed himself) “with the Church. Intercourse with Mussulmen and
Greeks—who alike came to the marts—corrupted them, and they became
unbelievers, so that even the children in their play mocked at the
Church and Sacraments. In short, it was said they were Manicheans.”
“What is that?”
“People who believe that the powers of good and evil are co-equal and
co-eternal, that both God and the devil are to be worshipped. At least
this was laid to their charge; I know not if it be all true.
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