CHAPTER II

_The Norsemen and Louvain_

The victory of Louvain (Sept. 10, 891) marks an epoch in the history of

Brabant. The Danes under Rolf the Ganger, who later on became first Duke

of Normandy, were utterly routed, and though they succeeded in rallying

their forces and for a few months continued their devastations in the

Ardennes, Brabant at least was free of them, and after the storming of

'a certain stronghold newly constructed upon an exceeding high mountain

whither a vast multitude of them had taken refuge,' the Pagan host was

disbanded and as if by enchantment melted away.

Perhaps the peasants, descendants of men who had been driven to the

font, had at first lent assistance to the invaders, and that now at last

convinced that Thor was not mighty enough to withstand Christ they had

withdrawn their co-operation.

For well-nigh a century the storm had raged and the brunt of its fury

had fallen on the Church, for it was not greed alone which had driven

forth these fierce pirates from their homes in the north, but, and in

the first place perhaps, a fiery zeal for their time-honoured traditions

and their time-honoured faith: they would have rebuilt their broken

altars and brought back the old gods to the lands from which they had

been banished.

It was toward the close of the year 880 that the Danes, who had ere this

made themselves masters of Holland and Friesland, for the first time

visited Brabant. Coming up the Scheldt in their long black boats, they

presently ascended the Dyle as far as 'a place called Lovon,' as a

contemporary writer has it, where the river ceases to be navigable. This

is the first time that Louvain is mentioned in history; it was then what

its name signifies--forest and fen. Here they made camp on a little

island formed by two branches of the stream, and the site of the future

capital of Brabant became their headquarters. From thence they issued

daily, and the usual consequences followed--churches and monasteries

went up in flames, altars were cast down, and those who served them

tortured and slain; whilst the most cherished objects of Christian

worship were profaned and trampled in the dust.

In the vast diocese of Liége, which embraced at this time the whole

country between the Meuse and the Dyle, hardly a sacred building was

left standing. At Mechlin, the only one of the five great towns of

Brabant which had as yet begun to exist, there was not a church but was

reduced to ashes. So, too, further afield at Tongres, St. Trond,

Maestricht, where the Danes had another camp. In the episcopal city

itself they fired the church and the monastery of St. Caprais, and cut

the throats of the monks. The monks of St. Peter's fared worse: they

were nailed by their heads to the walls of their cloister, and there

left to die. The Cathedral of St. Lambert, too, was invaded, rifled for

treasure, and then burnt to the ground; and a host of other sanctuaries

shared a like fate. As for Francon, the bishop, though after events

showed that he was in reality no coward, when he heard that the Danes

were approaching, he packed up his relics and his treasures, and made

for Huy, on the banks of the Meuse between Liége and Namur, where there

was an impregnable fortress.

At first, indeed, very little resistance seems to have been made; at all

events, there was no organised and concerted action, and in some cases

no opposition whatever was offered. Panic laid hold of whole

populations, and not only clerks and monks, but stalwart knights and

sturdy burghers, turned tail and fled. Presently, Charles the Fat was

summoned from Italy in order to prevent, if might be, the complete

demoralisation of the people; but though in due course that weak and

vacillating monarch arrived with the largest army that had ever been

seen in the Pays de Liége, he showed himself utterly unable to cope with

the situation, and it was not till the advent of his successor, Arnulph

I., that matters began to mend. In 884, after more than one engagement,

in which his troops had not been worsted, Charles had made terms with

the Norsemen, and the invading host had withdrawn; but the following

spring saw their long black boats once more on the Dyle, soon the

marauders were again encamped 'in the place called Lovon,' and soon they

were again vexing the surrounding country. But for some reason or other

the natives now seem to have plucked up their courage. In the

skirmishes, which were of almost daily occurrence, they were sometimes

able to hold their own; and when presently the Emperor Arnulph appeared

at the head of an army of Germans, so great was the enthusiasm of the

urban populations that crowds of townsfolk flocked to his

standard--Francon of Liége amongst the rest, and his example was

followed by a host of monks and not a few of his canons. 'He was the

first of our bishops to draw the sword,' notes an old Liége chronicler;

but when the excitement was over and the battle had been won, Francon's

conscience pricked him, and he sent messengers to Rome begging to be

relieved of his episcopal functions. 'It were not meet,' he said, 'that

hands stained with blood should have the administration of holy things.'

Great was the joy of the men of Lotharingia at the triumph of Louvain,

and King Arnulph ordained that on the first day of October 'solemn

litanies should be chanted by way of thanksgiving, and he himself and

his whole army joined in the procession, singing praises to God who had

given them the victory.'

Though cities had been pillaged and the country laid waste, though heaps

of ashes and tottering walls were all that remained of the monuments

with which Charlemagne and his successors had adorned the cradle of

their race, though art and culture had been well-nigh wiped out, the

Church laid low and the State shattered almost beyond hope of repair,

there was one body of men in the old kingdom of Lotharingia whose

interests had been singularly favoured by the coming of the Danes--the

great lay proprietors. Thrifty men who for years past by purchase, by

marriage, by promises of protection, by means of loans in times of

stress, by hook or by crook, by fair means sometimes, and sometimes by

foul, had been gradually gathering into their own hands the freehold

tenements of their weaker brethren; strong men who, instead of turning

tail when Hungarian or Dane threatened them, bared their breasts to the

foe, and with their swords in their hands defended alike their own

property and the property of their neighbours; astute men, who knew very

well, from personal experience, what an exceedingly profitable pastime

it sometimes is to fish in troubled waters. For them the coming of the

Danes had been almost a godsend; at all events, a blessing in disguise;

and their departure left them free to reap the rich harvest which these

rude northerners had unwittingly sown--to obtain, that is, a vast

increase of their landed estates and a no less vast increase of

privileges, immunities, authority, and of political and social prestige.

In the first place they had little difficulty in making themselves

masters, in fact if not in name, of the abbey lands. Many of the monks

had been slain or had fled, and so fearful were the remnant that

remained of further depredation that they were glad enough to hand over

the administration of their estates to the only men who were strong

enough to defend them. Thus, by the close of the eight hundreds almost

all the monastic domains of Lotharingia had in reality become the

property of laymen who, as the monks' _avoués_ or stewards, took up

their abode in their cloisters, received and expended their revenues,

became participators in their rights and immunities, and exercised

jurisdiction in their name over their vassals and dependants.

To obtain control of the secular clergy was a matter no less easy of

accomplishment, for although the cathedral chapters still retained the

right to choose their own bishops, so great was the power and influence

of the landowners that they had become practically irresistible, and

were almost always able to secure the election of their own nominees,

and thus were enabled, through them, to rule the Church.

But this was not all, such of them as were invested with civil authority

now began to exercise it in their own names, and the emperors, whose

power and prestige had long ago been impaired by the fratricidal strife

of the children of Louis the Mild, had been so enfeebled by the recent

invasions that they were unable to offer any effectual resistance. Thus

were laid on the ruins of Imperialism the foundations of that feudal

system which was destined later on to play so great a part in the

civilisation of Europe.

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