CHAPTER XXII: VICTORY AND DEATH

While the Black Prince was with difficulty governing his province

of Aquitaine, where the mutual jealousies of the English and native

officers caused continual difficulties, King Edward turned all his

attention to advancing the prosperity of England. He fostered trade,

commerce, and learning, was a munificent patron of the two universities,

and established such order and regularity in his kingdom that England

was the admiration of all Europe. Far different was the state of France.

The cessation of the wars with England and the subsequent disbandment of

troops had thrown upon their own resources great numbers of men who had

been so long engaged in fighting that they had no other trade to turn

to. The conclusion of the struggle in Brittany after the battle of Auray

and the death of Charles of Blois still further added to the number,

and these men gathered in bands, some of which were headed by men of

knightly rank, and scattered through France plundering the country and

extracting heavy sums from the towns.

These “great companies,” as they were called, exceeded 50,000 men in

number, and as almost all were trained soldiers they set the king and

his nobles at defiance, and were virtually masters of France. The most

tempting offers were made to them to lay down their arms, and the

pope sent legates threatening excommunication, but the great companies

laughed alike at promises and threats. At last a way of deliverance

opened to France. Pedro, named the Cruel, of Castile, had alienated

his people by his cruelty, and had defeated and driven into exile his

half-brother, Henry of Trastamare, who headed an insurrection against

him. Pedro put to death numbers of the nobles of Castile, despoiled

the King of Arragon, who had given aid to his brother, plundered and

insulted the clergy, and allied himself with the Moors.

His quarrel with the clergy was the cause of his ruin. The pope summoned

him to appear before him at Avignon to answer to the crimes laid to his

charge. Pedro refused to attend, and the pope at once excommunicated

him. The King of Arragon and Henry of Trastamare were then summoned to

Avignon, and a treaty of alliance was concluded between them, and the

pope declared the throne of Castile vacant owing to the excommunication

of Pedro, and appointed Henry to it.

These measures would have troubled Pedro little had it not been that

France groaned under the great companies, and the French king and the

pontiff at once entered into negotiations with them to support Henry in

his war against his brother. It was necessary that a leader in whom

the companies should have confidence should be chosen, and Du Guesclin,

still a prisoner of Chandos, who had captured him at Auray, was

selected, and the pope, the King of France, and Don Henry, paid between

them the 100,000 francs demanded for his ransom. Du Guesclin on his

release negotiated with the leaders of the great companies, and as the

pope and king promised them large gratuities they agreed to march

upon Spain. They were joined by a great number of French knights and

men-at-arms.

The expedition was under the nominal command of John of Bourbon, but the

real guidance was in the hands of Du Guesclin. As the army marched past

Avignon they worked upon the terrors of the pope until he paid them

200,000 francs in gold. France was filled with joy at the prospect of a

riddance of the free companies which had so long been a prey upon them.

They were, too, eager to avenge upon the cruel King of Spain the murder

of his queen, who was a princess of France. The same feeling animated

the people of Aquitaine, and Calverley, D'Ambrecicourt, Sir Walter

Hewitt, Sir John Devereux, Sir John Neville, and several other

distinguished knights, with a large train of men-at-arms, joined the

adventurers. The great army moved through Arragon, whose king in every

way facilitated their progress. As they entered Castile the whole

people declared in favour of Henry, and Pedro, deserted by all, fled to

Bordeaux and besought aid from the Prince of Wales.

Between Pedro and the English court a firm alliance had existed from

the time when the former so nearly married the Princess Joan, and

immediately the king heard of the expedition against him he issued

orders that no English knights should take part in it. The order,

however, came too late. The English knights had already marched into

Spain with Du Guesclin. As for the English who formed no inconsiderable

portion of the great companies, they had already declined to obey the

king, when, at the insistence of the pope and the King of France, he had

ordered them to disband.

On Pedro's arrival at Bordeaux with his three daughters and his son,

they were kindly received by the Black Prince, courtesy and kindness

to those in misfortune being among the leading characteristics of

his nature. Pedro, cruel and ruthless as he was, was a man of great

eloquence and insinuating manners, and giving his own version of

affairs, he completely won over the prince, who felt himself, moreover,

bound in some degree to support him, inasmuch as he, an ally of England,

had been dethroned by an army composed partly of English. Pedro made the

most magnificent promises to the prince in return for his aid, ceding

him the whole of the province of Biscay, and agreeing to pay the British

troops engaged in his service when he regained his throne, the Black

Prince engaging to pay them in the meantime.

King Edward aided his son by raising an army in England, which sailed

for Bordeaux under the command of the prince's brother, John of Gaunt,

Duke of Lancaster. Walter formed part of this expedition. The king had

issued his writs to him and other barons of the southern counties, and

the Black Prince had himself written to ask him to join him, in memory

of their former deeds of arms together.

As it was now some years since he had taken the field, Walter did not

hesitate, but with thirty retainers, headed by Ralph, joined the army of

John of Gaunt.

The Black Prince's first step was to endeavour to recall the Englishmen

of the free companies, estimated to amount to at least 30,000 men.

The news that he was taking up arms and would himself command the army

caused Calverley and the whole of the other English knights to return

at once, and 10,000 of the English men-at-arms with the great companies

also left Don Henry and marched to Aquitaine. The road led through the

territory of the King of Navarre, and the Black Prince advanced 56,000

florins of gold to pay this grasping and treacherous king for the right

of passage of the army.

By Christmas, 1366, the preparations were complete, but the severity of

the weather delayed the advance for some weeks. Fresh difficulties were

encountered with Charles the Bad, of Navarre, who, having obtained the

price for the passage, had now opened negotiations with Don Henry, and

the governors of the frontier towns refused to allow Sir Hugh Calverley

and the free companies, who formed the advance, to pass. These were

not, however, the men to stand on ceremony, and without hesitation

they attacked and captured the towns, when the King of Navarre at once

apologized for his officers, and renewed his engagements. As, however,

the Black Prince had received intelligence that he had formed a plan

for attacking the English as they passed through the terrible pass of

Roncesvalles, he compelled him to accompany the army. The invitation

was couched in language which was friendly, but would yet admit of no

denial.

On the 17th of February the English army, 30,000 strong, reached the

pass. It marched in three divisions, the first commanded by the Duke of

Lancaster and Lord Chandos, the second by the Black Prince, the third

by the King of Majorca and the Count of Armaguac. The divisions crossed

over on different days, for the pass was encumbered by snow and the

obstacles were immense. Upon the day when the prince's division were

passing a storm burst upon them, and it was with the greatest difficulty

that they succeeded in crossing. On the 20th of February, however, all

arrived safe on the other side of the Pyrenees. Du Guesclin, who, seeing

the storm which was approaching from Aquitaine, had returned to France

and levied a French army, was nigh at hand, and kept within a few miles

of the English army as it advanced, avoiding an engagement until the

arrival of Don Henry, who was marching to join him with the great

companies and 60,000 Spanish troops.

Du Guesclin kept up secret communications with the King of Navarre, who

was still forced to accompany the English army. The latter accordingly

went out from the camp under pretence of hunting and was captured by a

detachment of French troops.

On the 1st of April, the Spanish army having joined the French, the

Black Prince sent letters to Don Henry, urging him in mild but dignified

language to return to obedience, and to resign the throne he had

usurped, offering at the same time to act as mediator between him

and his brother, and to do all in his power to remove differences and

abuses. Henry, confident in his strength, replied haughtily and prepared

for battle.

The forces were extremely unequal. The Black Prince had under him 30,000

men; while under Don Henry were 3000 men-at-arms on mail-clad horses,

20,000 men-at-arms on horses not so protected, 6000 light cavalry,

10,000 crossbow-men, and 60,000 foot armed with spear and sword.

The night before the battle the Black Prince lodged in the little

village of Navarretta, which had been deserted by its inhabitants.

Walter had been his close companion since he started, and occupied the

same lodging with him in the village.

“This reminds me,” the prince said, “of the day before Cressy. They

outnumber us by more than three to one.

“There were greater odds still,” Walter replied, “at Poitiers, and I

doubt not that we shall make as good an example of them.”

“They are more doughty adversaries,” the prince replied. “There are nigh

20,000 English in their ranks--all veterans in war--and they are led by

Du Guesclin, who is a host in himself.”

“Their very numbers will be a hindrance to them,” Walter replied

cheerfully; “and never did I see a better army than that which you have

under you. I would we were fighting for a better man, for Don Pedro is

to my mind treacherous as well as cruel. He promises fairly, but I

doubt if when he has gained his end he will keep his promises. He speaks

fairly and smoothly, but his deeds are at variance with his words.”

“It may be, my lord,” the prince replied, “that I am somewhat of your

opinion, and that I regret I so quickly committed myself to his

cause. However, he was my father's ally, and having fulfilled all his

engagements had a right to demand our assistance. I am a bad hand,

Walter, at saying no to those who beseech me.”

“It is so, Sir Prince,” Walter said bluntly. “Would that your heart

had been a less generous one, for your nobleness of disposition is ever

involving you in debts which hamper you sorely, and cause more trouble

to you than all your enemies!”

“That is true enough,” the Black Prince said with a sigh. “Since I was

a boy I have ever been harassed with creditors; and though all Aquitaine

is mine, I verily believe that there is not a man in my father's

dominions who is so harassed and straitened for money as I.”

“And yet,” Walter said, smiling, “no sooner do you get it than you give

it away.”

“Ah!” the prince laughed, “I cannot deny it. It is so much pleasanter to

give than to pay, that I can never find heart to balk myself. I am ever

surrounded by suitors. Some have lost estates in my cause, others have

rendered brilliant services in the field, some have burdened themselves

with debts to put their retainers in arms--all have pleased to urge,

and for the life of me I cannot say them nay. I trust, though,” he added

more seriously, “that Don Pedro will fulfil his promises to pay my army.

I have bound myself to my soldiers for their wages, besides advancing

large sums to Pedro, and if he keeps not his engagements I shall indeed

be in a sore strait.”

“There is one thing,” Walter said; “if he fail to keep his promises, we

will not fail to oblige him to do so. If we win a kingdom for him, we

can snatch it from him again.”

“We have not won it yet,” the prince said.

“We will do so tomorrow,” Walter rejoined confidently. “I hope the

fortunes of the day may bring me face to face with Du Guesclin. I am

thrice as strong as when I fought at Cressy, and I should like to try my

hand against this doughty champion.”

The next morning the two armies prepared for battle, the Black Prince

dividing his army as before. The divisions were commanded as in the

passage of the Pyrenees, and each numbered 10,000 men.

Don Henry had also divided his force in three parts. In the first

division, commanded by Du Guesclin, were 4000 veteran French knights and

men-at-arms with 8000 foot-soldiers; the second was led by the prince's

brother, Don Tillo, with 16,000 horse; while he himself commanded the

third, in which were a multitude of soldiers, making up the gross total

of 100,000 men.

As on the night preceding the battle of Poitiers, the English army had

lain down supperless. Soon after midnight the trumpets sounded, and the

troops soon moved forward. At sunrise the prince and his forces reached

the summit of a little hill, whence was visible the approaching host of

Spain. The first division, under the Duke of Lancaster and Lord Chandos,

immediately quickened its pace and charged the division of Du Guesclin,

which received it with great steadiness, and a desperate conflict

ensued. The Black Prince charged the division of Don Tillo, which gave

way at the first attack, and its commander, with 2000 horse, at once

fled. The remainder of the division resisted for some time, but was

unable to withstand the steady advance of the English, who without

much difficulty dispersed and scattered it from the field. The King of

Majorca now joined his division with that of the Black Prince, and the

two advanced against the great division led by Don Henry.

The Spanish slingers opened upon the advancing force and for a time

annoyed them greatly, but when the English archers arrived within

bow-shot and opened fire they speedily dispersed the slingers, and the

men-at-arms on both sides advanced to the attack. The conflict was

long and desperate, and both sides fought with great gallantry

and determination. Don Pedro--who, although vicious and cruel, was

brave--fought in the ranks as a common soldier, frequently cutting his

way into the midst of the Spaniards, and shouting to Don Henry to cross

swords with him. Henry on his part fought with great valour, although,

as he had the burden of command upon him, he was less able to

distinguish himself by acts of personal prowess. Though fighting in the

thickest of the press, he never lost his grasp of the general purpose of

the battle. Three times, when his troops wavered before the assaults of

the Black Prince and his knights, he rallied them and renewed the fight.

While this battle was raging, a not less obstinate fight was proceeding

between the divisions of Lancaster and Du Guesclin. For a long time

victory was doubtful, and indeed inclined towards the side of the

French. The ranks of both parties were broken, and all were fighting in

a confused mass, when, in the midst of the melee, a body of French and

Spaniards poured in upon the banner of Chandos. He was struck to the

ground, and a gigantic Castilian knight flung himself upon him and

strove to slay him as he held him down. Chandos had lost sword and

battle-axe, but drawing his dagger, he held with one hand his opponent's

sword-arm, and at last, after repeated strokes with his dagger, he found

an undefended part of his armour and pierced him with his dagger to

the hilt. The Spaniard relaxed his hold, and Chandos, throwing him off,

struggled to his feet and rejoined his friends, who had thought him

dead. They now fought with more enthusiasm than ever, and at last,

driving back the main body of the French knights, isolated a body of

some sixty strong, and forced them to surrender. Among these were Du

Guesclin himself, the Marshal D'Audenham, and the Bigue de Vilaines.

As these were the leaders of the division, the main body lost spirit and

fought feebly, and were soon completely routed by Lancaster and Chandos.

These now turned their attention to the other part of the field where

the battle was still raging, and charged down upon the flank of Don

Henry's army, which was already wavering. The Spaniards gave way at once

on every side, and ere long the whole were scattered in headlong rout,

hotly pursued by the English. The greater portion fled towards the

town of Najarra, where they had slept the previous night, and here vast

quantities were slaughtered by the English and Gascons. A number of

prisoners were taken, and the palace and town sacked. The pursuit was

kept up the whole day, and it was not until evening that the leaders

began once more to assemble round the banner of the Prince of Wales.

Among the last who arrived was Don Pedro himself. Springing from his

charger he grasped the hand of the Prince of Wales, thanking him for his

victory, which he felt would restore him to his throne.

“Give thanks and praise to God, and not to me,” the prince replied, “for

from Him, and not from me, you have received victory.”

About 8000 men fell in the battle, the loss of the English, French, and

Spaniards being nearly equal; but many thousands of the latter fell in

the pursuit, and as many more were drowned in endeavouring to cross the

river Ebro. Don Henry escaped after fighting till the last, and reaching

the French territory in safety took refuge in the Papal court of

Avignon.

Upon the morning after the battle Don Pedro requested the Black Prince

to give him up all the Castilian prisoners, in order that he might put

them to death. The prince, however, was always opposed to cruelty,

and asked and obtained as a boon to himself that the lives of all the

Spanish prisoners, with the exception of one whose conduct had been

marked with peculiar treachery, should be spared, and even induced Pedro

to pardon them altogether on their swearing fealty to him. Even Don

Sancho, Pedro's brother, who had fought at Najarra under Don Henry, was

received and embraced by Pedro at the request of the Prince of Wales.

The city of Burgos at once opened its gates, and the rest of the country

followed its example, and resumed its allegiance to Pedro, who remounted

his throne without further resistance.

As Walter had fought by the side of the Black Prince his desire to cross

swords with Du Guesclin was not satisfied; but his valour during the

day won for him the warm approbation of the prince. Opposed to them were

many of the great companies, and these men, all experienced soldiers and

many of them Englishmen, had fought with great stubbornness. Walter had

singled out for attack a banner bearing the cognizance of a raven. The

leader of this band, who was known as the Knight of the Raven, had won

for himself a specially evil notoriety in France by the ferocity of his

conduct. Wherever his band went they had swept the country, and the most

atrocious tortures had been inflicted on all well-to-do persons who

had fallen into their hands, to extract from them the secret of buried

hoards or bonds, entailing upon them the loss of their last penny.

The Knight of the Raven himself was said to be as brave as he was

cruel, and several nobles who had attempted to oppose his band had been

defeated and slain by him. He was known to be English, but his name

was a mystery; and the Black Prince and his knights had long wished to

encounter a man who was a disgrace alike to chivalry and the English

name. When, therefore, Walter saw his banner in the king's division

he urged his horse towards it, and, followed by Ralph and some thirty

men-at-arms, hewed his way through the crowd until he was close to the

banner.

A knight in gray armour spurred forward to meet him, and a desperate

conflict took place.

Never had Walter crossed swords with a stouter adversary, and his

opponent fought with as much vehemence and fury as if the sight of

Walter's banner, which Ralph carried behind him, had aroused in him a

frenzy of rage and hate. In guarding his head from one of his opponent's

sweeping blows Walter's sword shivered at the hilt; but before the Gray

Knight could repeat the blow Walter snatched his heavy battle-axe

from his saddle. The knight reined back his horse for an instant,

and imitated his example, and with these heavy weapons the fight was

renewed. The Knight of the Raven had lost by the change, for Walter's

great strength stood him in good stead, and presently with a tremendous

blow he beat down his opponent's axe and cleft through his helmet almost

to the chin.

The knight fell dead from his horse, and Walter, with his band pressing

on, carried confusion into the ranks of his followers. When these had

been defeated Walter rode back with Ralph to the spot where the Knight

of the Raven had fallen.

“Take off his helmet, Ralph. Let me see his face. Methinks I recognized

his voice, and he fought as if he knew and hated me.”

Ralph removed the helmet.

“It is as I thought,” Walter said; “it is Sir James Carnegie, a recreant

and villain knight and foul enemy of mine, a disgrace to his name and

rank, but a brave man. So long as he lived I could never say that my

life was safe from his machinations. Thank God, there is an end of him

and his evil doings!”

Walter was twice wounded in the fight, but upon neither occasion

seriously, and he was soon able to take part in the tournaments and

games which the Prince of Wales instituted partly to keep his men

employed, partly for the amusement of the citizens of Burgos, outside

whose walls his army lay encamped.

The prince was now obliged to remind the king of his promise to pay his

troops; but nothing was farther from the mind of the treacherous monarch

than to carry out the promises which he had made in exile. He dared not,

however, openly avow his intentions; but, trusting to the chapter of

accidents, he told the prince that at Burgos he could not collect a

sufficient sum; but if the army would march into Leon and take up their

quarters near Valladolid, he himself would proceed to Seville, and would

as soon as possible collect the money which he had bound himself to

furnish. The plan was adopted. Edward marched his troops to Valladolid,

and Don Pedro went to Seville.

Some time passed on without the arrival of the promised money, and the

prince was impatient to return to Aquitaine. Don Henry had gathered a

force in France, secretly assisted by the French king, and had made

an inroad into Aquitaine, where he obtained several successes, and was

joined by many of the disinterested nobles of that province.

“You were right,” the prince said to Walter one day; “this treacherous

king, who owes his kingdom to us, intends to break his plighted word. I

know not what to do; my men are clamorous for their pay, and I am unable

to satisfy them. Don Pedro still sends fair promises, and although I

believe in my heart that he has no intention of keeping them, yet I can

hardly march against him as an enemy, for, however far from the truth it

may be, his pretext that the treasury has been emptied by his brother,

and that in the disturbed state of the kingdom no money can be obtained,

may yet be urged as valid.”

Scarcely had the army encamped before Valladolid when a terrible

pestilence attacked the army. For a while all questions of pay were

forgotten, and consternation and dismay seized the troops. Neither rank

nor station was of avail, and the leaders suffered as severely as the

men. Every day immense numbers died, and so sudden were the attacks, and

so great the mortality, that the soldiers believed that Don Pedro

had poisoned the wells in order to rid himself of the necessity of

fulfilling his obligations.

The Black Prince himself was prostrated, and lay for some time between

life and death. A splendid constitution enabled him to pull through,

but he arose from his bed enfeebled and shattered, and although for

some years he lived on, he received his death-blow at Valladolid. His

personal strength never came to him again, and even his mind was dulled

and the brightness of his intellect dimmed from the effects of the

fever. When he recovered sufficiently to inquire into the state of his

forces, he was filled with sorrow and dismay. Four-fifths of the number

were either dead or so weakened as to be useless for service again. The

prince wrote urgently to Don Pedro for the money due; but the king knew

that the English were powerless now, and replied that he had not been

able to collect the money, but would forward it to Aquitaine, if the

prince would return there with his army. Edward knew that he lied, but

with only 6000 or 7000 men, many of whom were enfeebled by disease,

he was not in a position to force the claim, or to punish the base and

ungrateful king. Again, therefore, he turned his face north.

Charles of Navarre had now allied himself with Don Henry, and refused to

allow the remnants of the army to pass through his dominions, although

he granted permission to the prince himself and his personal attendants

and friends. The southern route was barred by the King of Arragon, also

an ally of Don Henry; but with him the prince was more successful. He

had a personal interview with the monarch, and so influenced him that

he not only obtained permission for his troops to pass through his

dominions, but detached him from his alliance with Don Henry, and

induced him to enter into a friendly treaty with Pedro.

A greater act of magnanimity was never performed. In spite of the base

ingratitude with which he had been treated, and the breach of faith

which saddled him with enormous liabilities and debts, which weighed him

down and embittered the rest of his life, Edward remained faithful to

the cause of his father's ally, and did his best to maintain him in the

position which English valour had won for him. He himself with a few

companions passed through Navarre, and arrived safely in Bordeaux, where

his wife awaited him, and where he was received with rejoicings and

festivities in honour of his glorious campaign in Spain.

His health was now irreparably injured. Troubles came thick upon him in

Aquitaine, and he had no longer the energy to repress them. Risings

took place in all directions, and the King of France renewed the war.

In addition to his own troubles from the debts he had incurred, and the

enemies who rose against him, he was further shaken by the death of his

mother Philippa, whom he tenderly loved. His friend Chandos, too, was

killed in a skirmish. Unhappily, while thus weakened in mind and body

the treachery of the bishop and people of Limoges, who, having bound

themselves by innumerable promises to him, surrendered their city to the

French, caused him to commit the one act of cruelty which sullied the

brightness of an otherwise unspotted career, for at the recapture of the

town he bade his soldiers give no quarter.

This act, although common enough at the time, is so opposed to the

principles of mercy and humanity which throughout all the previous acts

of his life distinguished the conduct of the Black Prince that it cannot

be doubted that his brain was affected by the illness which was fast

hurrying him to the grave. Shortly afterwards he returned to England,

and busied himself in arranging the affairs of the kingdom, which his

father's failing health had permitted to fall into disorder. For the

remaining four years of life he lived in seclusion, and sank on the 8th

of June, 1376.

Walter, Lord Somers, returned home after the conclusion of the campaign

in Spain, and rode no more to the wars.

Giles Fletcher and his wife had died some years before, but the good

citizen Geoffrey the armourer, when he grew into years, abandoned his

calling, and took up his abode at Westerham Castle to the time of his

death.

In the wars which afterwards occurred with France Walter was represented

in the field by his sons, who well sustained the high reputation which

their father had borne as a good and valiant knight. He and his wife

lived to a green old age, reverenced and beloved by their tenants

and retainers, and died surrounded by their descendants to the fourth

generation.

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