The Prince and the Page: A Story of the Last CrusadeYonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
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The Prince and the Page: A Story of the Last Crusade
Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
Crusades -- Eighth, 1270 -- Fiction
“At first,” said Richard, “I was in an anchoret’s cell, in the wall of a
church. So please you, Madame, I must not name names; but when Adam,
bearing me faint and well-nigh dying on his back, saw the twinkling light
in the churchyard, he knocked, and entreated aid. The good anchoret
pitied my need at first, and when he learnt my name, he gave me shelter
for my father’s sake, the friend of all religious men. I lay on his
little bed, in the chamber in the wall, till I could again walk.
Meanwhile, Adam watched in the woods at hand, and from time to time came
at night to see how I fared, and bring me tidings. Simon was still
holding out Kenilworth, and we hoped to join him there; but when we set
forth I was still lame, and too feeble to go far in a day; and we fell in
with—within short, with a band of robbers, who detained us, half as
guests, half as captives. They needed Adam’s stout arm; and there was a
shrewd, gray, tough old fellow, who had been in Robin Hood’s band, and
was looked up to as a sort of prince among them, who was bent on making
us one with them. Lady, you would smile to hear how the old man used to
sit by me as I lay on the rushes, and talk of outlawry, as Father Adam de
Marisco used to talk of learning—as a good and noble science, decaying
for want of spirit and valour in these days. It was all laziness, he
said; barons and princes must needs have their wars, and use up all the
stout men that were fit to bend a bow in a thicket. If the Prince went
on at this rate, he said, there would soon be not an honest outlaw to be
found in England! But he was a kind old man, and very good to me; and he
taught me how to shoot with the long bow better than ever our master at
Odiham could. However, I could not brook the spoiler’s life, and the
band did not trust me; so, as we found that Kenilworth had fallen, as
soon as my strength had returned to me, we stole away from the outlaws,
and came southwards, hoping to find my mother at Odiham. Hearing that
Odiham too was gone from us, we have lurked in Alton Wood till means
should serve us for reaching the coast.”
“Till thou hast found the friend who has longed for thee, and sought for
thee,” replied Eleanor. “What didst thou do, young Richard, to win my
husband’s heart so entirely in his captivity?”
“I know not, Lady, why he should take thought for me,” bluntly said
Richard, with a return of the sensation of being coaxed and talked over.
“Methinks I can tell thee one cause,” returned the Princess. “Was there
not a time when thou didst overhear him concerting with Thomas de Clare
the plan of an escape, and thou didst warn them that thou wast at hand;
ay, and yet didst send notice to thy father?”
“Yes,” answered Richard with surprise; “I could do no other.”
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