“Proffer us gold! what gold, or whose? Know, villain, all the gold
throughout this conquered realm _is_ ours. Hence, dog and outcast,
hence! nor presume e’er again to come, insulting us by proffering, as
a boon to our acceptance, that which we _own_ already, by the most
indefeasible and ancient right of conquest!--Said I not well, knights,
vavasours, and nobles?”
“Well! well and nobly!” answered they, one and all. “The land is ours,
and all that therein is: their dwellings, their demesnes, their wealth,
whether of gold, or silver, or of cattle--yea, they themselves are
ours! themselves, their sons, their daughters, and their wives--our
portion and inheritance, to be our slaves for ever!”
“Begone! you have our answer,” exclaimed the duke, spurning him with
his foot; “and hark ye, arbalast-men and archers, if any Saxon more
approach us on like errand, see if his coat of skin be proof against
the quarrel of the shaft!”
And once again the feast went on; and louder rang the revelry, and
faster flew the wine-cup, round the tumultuous board. All day the
banquet lasted, even till the dews of heaven fell on that fatal field,
watered sufficiently already by the rich gore of many a noble heart.
All day the banquet lasted, and far was it prolonged into the watches
of the night; when, rising with the wine-cup in his hand--“Nobles and
barons,” cried the duke, “friends, comrades, conquerors, bear witness
to my vow! Here, on these heights of Hastings, and more especially upon
yon mound and hillock, where God gave to us our high victory, and
where our last foe fell--there will I raise an abbey to his eternal
praise and glory. Richly endowed, it shall be, from the first fruits of
this our land. BATTLE, it shall be called, to send the memory of this,
the great and singular achievement of our race, to far posterity; and,
by the splendor of our God, wine shall be plentier among the monks of
Battle, than water in the noblest and richest cloister else, search the
world over! This do I swear: so may God aid, who hath thus far assisted
us for _our_ renown, and will not now deny his help, when it be asked
for _his own_ glory!”
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