The Siege of Norwich Castle: A story of the last struggle against the ConquerorBlake, M. M. (Matilda Maria)
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The Siege of Norwich Castle: A story of the last struggle against the Conqueror
Blake, M. M. (Matilda Maria)
Historical fiction; William I, King of England, 1027 or 8-1087 -- Fiction
The greenwood in those days, however, had its dangers as well as its
delights. Wolves and boars and wild cattle shared its shelter with the
feathered songsters; and more formidable still were the indomitable
Saxons, who had sought refuge in the wilderness, and made war without
mercy on such of the conquering race as trespassed on their domain.
Many a Saxon thegn, who had lost house and land in the great struggle
against the Norman invader, had retired into the woods, and there lived
the life of a freebooter, some taking with them not only their
families, but their vassals and retainers. To be an outlaw was
accounted an honour by these men, who would not acknowledge the right
of the law-makers to command. They swarmed even under the walls of the
Norman castles, and harassed the conquerors continually. Retaliation
was sanguinary, and the unarmed peasants were punished under pretext
that they harboured the outlaws. In return, the kings of the forest
attacked the English households who favoured the Normans, and every
house was fortified to resist a siege, and stores of arms and food were
laid in; at night the head of the family read aloud the form of prayer
then used at sea in a storm, praying 'The Lord bless and help us,' to
which all present answered 'Amen.'
But the strong and well-armed retinue that accompanied the Earl of East
Anglia's party assured safety, and the most timid amongst the ladies
could fear no harm while surrounded by so many gallant knights in all
the pride and panoply of glorious war! They made a goodly sight as they
moved along, the sunshine flashing on their mail hauberks and
high-peaked steel saddles, and the wind fluttering the gonfalons on
their lances, their well-appointed horses snorting and curvetting, a
strong body of men-at-arms, bowmen, and slingers following afoot.
Doubtless many a Saxon serf and bordar cursed them as they passed, not
knowing that the powerful earl who led them had avowed himself champion
of the Saxon cause, and meant once more to raise the standard of
revolt.
Doubtless many a stout forester peered at them from behind the shelter
of green leaves, and raged with impotent anger at their strength.
Perhaps others greeted them with courtesy and proffers of friendship
and offerings of game, for the outlaws contrived to be wonderfully well
informed of the march of events, and De Guader was keenly alive to the
desirability of making all possible allies amongst the scattered
English, and did not neglect the brave spirits who had taken to the
wilds rather than submit, and who wielded so strong a weapon in
possessing the love of the common people.
However that might have been, they journeyed safely through wood and
wold, going slowly to suit the comfort of the ladies, and the capacity
of the sumpter mules, and revelling in the bright spring weather.
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