Great Britain -- History -- William I, 1066-1087 -- Fiction
"That is my present purpose. I can scarcely hope to hold the castle,
except for a little while, but I may thus materially check the
desolating march of the Normans. But ultimately I look to the woods and
the hills for permanent safety. We are more fortunate than our
countrymen in other parts of the kingdom. If we look to the north we see
the stately Hanging-brow mountain, lifting itself to the sky and girdled
with the clouds, and those dense woods, which, like a vast army
clambering up its sides, will fight for us in our onslaught, and shield
us in our flight. The waters also shed on its brow by the clouds which
nestle well-nigh perpetually on its shoulders, and go leaping down its
sides with the fierceness of a cataract, have ploughed into the
mountain's seamy sides gorges impassable to untrained feet. Look, to the
east a few miles we have the scarcely less remarkable Weirdburn hills.
To the south, Baldby heights. Think also of the dense woods which
everywhere abound in this Craven of ours. Then, like myself, you will
see that in no other part of the land has Nature so combined to shelter
the friendless and protect the oppressed. Further, we are quite two
hundred and fifty miles from London. Though the Normans will come very
surely to despoil the land, William will speedily draw off his forces,
and we shall have but to cope with the Norman who usurps my lands and
castle, holding it probably with a slender garrison. For the present we
are unequal to the task of contending in open warfare with our foe. We
will contend with him with the most effective weapons we possess; and
these are cunning and evasion. There shall be no solid front presented
to him at which he can aim an effective blow. But when the Normans have
overrun the land, and the bulk of them gone hence, then we will present
a bolder front, and assert our right to share the land, and cultivate
the soil."
"What do you purpose in this dire emergency, reverend Father?" said he,
turning to me. "Have you any purpose of defending the Abbey?"
"No, my lord," said I; "we are the disciples of the Prince of Peace, and
we must follow His example. And indeed, carnal weapons would not protect
us if we were minded to use them, and this sacred edifice would suffer
irreparably by our resistance. Perhaps these untamed and bloody men may
have some regard for the sanctity of these walls. We will throw open our
gates to receive them. Those of our servants and followers who prefer to
trust to the woods and the hills, as you advise, are free to do so.
Those who prefer to stay--together with any unhappy fugitives who have
fled hither for shelter--will join the monks in prayers and
supplications, in the sanctuary. Perhaps God will give us favour in the
eyes of our enemies."
"Give us your blessing, Father," said Oswald, falling on his knees and
meekly uncovering his head, all his followers humbly following his
example.
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