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
Storms of anger and jealous misery moved her as she passed through the
New Burg, for the smart dwellings on each side of the street had all
been built since the Conquest, and showed the wealth of the invader. As
they approached the castle, her heart sank more and more. It seemed to
her as if its heavy foundations had been laid upon her breast, so
cruelly did it bring home to her the strength of the yoke which was
riveted upon the necks of her people. For in architecture more than in
any art did the Normans excel the people they conquered, and though the
moats had been there when Harold was earl, the fortress within them was
but a rude structure.
When they reached the castle gate, a lively scene was enacted. The
garrison marched down to salute the earl and his bride, led by the
castellan on a prancing charger, and forming in glittering lines on
either side the Bale. There were companies of archers clad in mail
coats reaching halfway to the knee, over which they wore jerkins of
stout leather, their ell-long shafts stuck through their belts, and
their bows of yew, ash, witch-hazel, or elm, held in their right hands,
and capable of despatching the arrows to a distance of from 200 to 300
yards, with little steel-caps on their heads shaped much like the prim
head-coverings worn by the Puritan maidens of later times; and
men-at-arms, shining from head to foot in chain mail, or with little
steel rings sewn thickly upon leather, armed with straight swords about
a yard in length, and wearing helms like upset saucers; others less
heavily armed, bearing oval shields and long lances, their shoulders
and chests protected by glittering capes of scale armour; and others
again, still more slightly armed, with lighter lances, and small round
shields not larger than dinner-plates, with which to baulk a lance
thrust; slingers, with light tunics reaching to the knee, and little or
no armour, their weapon a long pole provided with a loop, from which
the practised hand could sling stones with great force and precision. A
good two-thirds of the archers and slingers were Bretons; for the men
of Bretagne were famed bowmen, and furnished the chief contingent of
the archers who did so much execution at Senlac.
Besides these there were the engineers, who worked the mangonels and
catapults, and a large troop of smiths and armourers, whose duty it was
to repair with hammer and anvil the damage done by wear and war to the
accoutrements of these various gentry,--in all some two to three
hundred men.
They rent the air with a great cheer, as they formed in line before the
earl and countess and their retinue; and the castellan, Sir Hoël de St.
Brice, a knight who had grown grey in the service of the Lords of
Guader and Montfort, and who had fought under the father of Ralph's
Breton mother, gave the cue, with a compliment to the bride.
'Long live the daughter of William Fitzosbern!' he cried, whereat the
soldiers cheered again.
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