_A "MAD" PARLIAMENT._
"'Twill be a mad Parliament, gentlemen, a mad Parliament," said one
reverend doctor, as the news was definitely made known in Oxford that
that place had been selected by King and Barons as a neutral spot where
the adjourned Parliament should meet.
Great excitement reigned throughout the city and University. Nothing was
talked of but the political situation, the weakness of the King, the
resolution of the Barons to enforce the terms of the Great Charter upon
the tyrannical monarch, and the possibility (only too well grounded)
that the Sovereign, advised by his foreign favourites, would seek to
call in aid from abroad, and overrun the fair realm of England with
foreign mercenaries.
"But hireling foreigners must be paid," remarked one citizen grimly, as
this danger was mooted, "and until the nation gets its rights and
liberties, no more money will his Majesty wring from it. The sinews of
war are in our pockets, and there they shall stay unless the King
chooses to hear reason."
"Ay, and more than that," cried Gilbert, hurrying up to join the eager
crowd; "I have had good news from my father in the south. He tells me
that the Barons have garrisoned the Cinque Ports, so that no foreigners
may land on our coasts. As the truce with France has just expired, they
have good reason for this step, without doing any disloyalty to his
Majesty; but all the world knows with what special object it has been
done at this moment. Methinks we shall be free from fear of foreign
invasion, and that we shall obtain our liberties without bloodshed."
"Heaven grant we may!" cried the older and graver amongst the
townsfolks, some of whom remembered, and others had heard from their
fathers, the tales of the terrible struggle in John's time, which had
led to the granting of the Great Charter. They wanted no repetition of
such scenes as those; albeit some of the younger and more ardent
spirits, and the lawless and violent ones, would not have been
displeased had some open collision occurred which should cause the whole
country to fly to arms.
Even as it was, great impetus had been given to the joustings and
practices of wars in the meadows around the city. Both clerks and
citizens went out afoot or on horseback during the long evenings of
summer, and often such a tumult arose, and such a din of arms, that one
might well suppose some real battle was going on rather than an
imitation of it.
June had come, and all the world was clothed in verdure. Oxford was
looking her best and brightest at this season. As the day for the
assembling of this Parliament drew near, the excitement became intense.
Lectures in some cases were suspended, and discipline of any kind became
enforced only with difficulty.
As usual, there were two parties in the city. The very fact that the
scholars sided almost to a man with the Barons' party disposed some of
the citizens to throw in their sympathies with the King. Henry was no
special favourite, but he was personally beloved by those who had at any
time had access to his presence. He was not vicious, and he was devout;
his defenders could always say many things in his favour. He was not a
monarch to inspire respect or personal enthusiasm; but then neither was
he one who roused against himself any great outbreak of popular rage.
Had he lived in less critical days, or been better advised, he might
have passed through life comfortably and easily, and have been regarded
as a good and well-meaning monarch.
"We must needs see some of these great sights!" cried Jack excitedly to
Leofric, after coming back from a prowl round the city one evening.
"They say that to-morrow the Barons will march into the city; and upon
the day following the King will arrive at Beaumont Palace. We must go
forth to see these brave sights. Marry, what a time it will be for
Oxford! Right glad am I to be here at such a season! Think of it--I
might have been following the plough behind my father's horses, knowing
naught of the great things that be doing in the world!"
A few minutes later and Hugh burst in, quivering with excitement.
"The great Earl of Leicester with his train comes to-morrow," he cried,
"and many others of the Barons as well. Some will lodge here, and some
there; but the great De Montfort and his sons will come to Dagville's
Inn, and for the nonce all who are there must make way. So I come to beg
a lodging with you, my friends; and if fortune favours us, I will seek
to get speech with my old playmates, Guy and Amalric, and will present
ye both to them."
"Are they the sons of the great Earl?" asked Leofric eagerly.
"Ay; and time was once when I went as a page with my father to
Kenilworth, and we played together, we boys. Guy and Amalric are the two
youngest sons. The elder pair have won knighthood for themselves beyond
the seas. But these be yet lads still, albeit, if report says true, very
proper and noble lads. Right well do I hope that they will accompany
their father on the morrow. Methinks they will not have forgotten me.
Amalric was very friendly in those past days, and we vowed to love each
other always."
There was little sleep for the trio in the turret that night. Jack and
Leofric made Hugh tell them everything he could remember of the De
Montfort family at Kenilworth, when he had been there as page.
They wanted to know, too, the names of the other Barons who would
support the Earl of Leicester; and although parties changed with
somewhat confusing rapidity, as private jealousies or conflicting
interests made the friend of to-day the enemy of to-morrow, yet Hugh
knew pretty well who were likely to range themselves upon the side of
the liberties of the nation, and could give bits of information to his
companions about the great nobles of the day.
The Earls of Gloucester, Hereford, and Norfolk were, he thought, certain
to support the Earl of Leicester, and also Hugh le Bigod and Hugh le
Despenser, whose names were pretty well known at that time. The King was
more likely to be backed by Bishops and Archbishops, especially such as
still held themselves subservient to the Pope. Then he was almost
certain to be attended by some of the De Lusignans, his half-brothers,
and by numbers of other foreign favourites, whose constant presence at
Court was such an offence to the nation.
"They eat up everything before them, like so many locusts!" cried Hugh
hotly. "So soon as any place becomes vacant, the King, instead of
promoting some honest English gentleman to it, who may have served him
faithfully for years, throws it to one of his foreign favourites, who
may have a dozen such offices already. They drain the life-blood from
the country, and we, its sons, are left to take what pickings we can
get!"
It was easy to understand how bitterly the English nobles and gentlemen
were beginning to resent this kind of thing; and when it was combined
with a constant infringement of their liberties, and an equally constant
imposition of new and illegal exactions, anger became exasperation, and
the sense of a coming crisis was in the very air.
The short night was soon over, and with the first of the sunlight the
three lads awoke from their light slumbers.
There was no lingering abed for any that day. Hardly had they returned
from their plunge in the pool, and arrayed themselves in their best
habits, before sounds in the streets warned them that all the city was
up and doing.
Hurrying forth, they saw that the citizens had begun to deck their
houses as if for a festival: flags were flying from windows, and bands
of clerks paraded up and down the streets, singing songs, cracking
jokes, and sometimes striving to make speeches in imitation of those
which would be made when the conference should have assembled.
Mummers were pouring into the town, as they always did on any holiday,
and at the street corners they were to be seen going through their rough
representations or practising some rude sort of jugglery. It was plain
that there would be no lectures that day. The clerks were far too
excited to attend, and the masters little less so.
But many hours must of necessity pass before the Barons would be likely
to arrive at the city gates. These hours had to be got rid of somehow,
and Leofric suggested that they should go and see if Brother Angelus
were lecturing in the school of the Friars, since perhaps the excitement
had not spread so much into the religious establishments as into the
Halls and lodging-houses.
Friar Angelus truly was there, and so were the pupils of his own school,
but very few outsiders came in that day; and the lecturer did not keep
his hearers very long, dismissing them with a smile, and cautioning
them not to get into any mischief or trouble in their excitement.
He looked pleased to see Leofric and Jack, and spoke to them as he
passed out. They asked him rather eagerly which side he took--that of
the King or that of the Barons. He answered, with one of his thoughtful
smiles, that these matters were not given to him to judge of--that he
meddled but little in the strife of nations; but if he had to judge of
any question, he sought always to discover the teachings of Holy
Scripture, and to judge according to the mind of Christ.
By this time messengers had come to report that the Earl of Leicester,
together with the Earl of Gloucester, had reached Abingdon, where they
had halted to dine, and that they might be expected to arrive at the
Grandpont by three o'clock in the afternoon.
All the city seemed in motion towards the South Gate, which led towards
the Grandpont (as Folly Bridge was then called), and Gilbert rushing up
joined himself to the other three, and urged them to come and see all
that was to be seen.
The narrow street was quite blocked with foot passengers--clerks,
citizens, masters and doctors all mingling together in one moving mass.
It was a good-natured crowd, and there was much laughing and jesting as
they had to squeeze through the gateway, and again across the bridge,
until in the meadow beyond they had breathing room, and could spread
themselves out more at ease. Here, dotted about in picturesque
groups, were knots of persons who had come from the surrounding
districts--farmers on their stout nags, with wife or daughter perched on
a pillion behind; and there, too, were groups of squires and gentlemen
from the neighbouring houses or castles, many of these having brought
their women folk to watch the procession pass.
One group attracted attention from the fine trappings of the horses, and
from the general air of importance it wore. There were two ladies,
several horsemen in fine garments, and one tall, commanding personage,
who was evidently an official of some sort. He was surrounded by several
soldiers, who observed an attitude of watchful attention; and Gilbert
said to his comrades in a quick whisper,--
"Yon is the Constable of the Castle. They say he is very favourable to
the cause of the Barons, though he calls himself the servant of the
King. He is a good man, and well beliked in Oxford, albeit he and the
Chancellor sometimes come to loggerheads anent the limits of their
jurisdiction; yet they be good friends for all that. There goes the
Chancellor to speak with him and join his party."
Leofric looked rather eagerly towards the little group around the
Constable, and truly enough there sat Mistress Alys upon her palfrey,
her golden hair hanging like a cloud about her face, her eyes gazing
round her full of curiosity. Suddenly she met the gaze bent upon her,
and started a little. Then a look of recognition flashed into her face.
She glanced at her father, but he was engrossed in conversation, and did
not see. Failing in getting his attention, she just raised her hand, and
waved it for a moment towards Leofric and his companion; then blushing
a little as if at her boldness, she drew back behind one of the horsemen
in the group.
Leofric bared his head and bowed low at the little lady's salute; but he
made no further attempt to attract attention, and the friends passed
quickly through the crowd lingering at the head of the bridge, and made
their way along the road towards Abingdon, where numbers of the citizens
were already straying, in hopes of catching sight of the foremost of the
Barons' followers.
Presently they came upon a group gathered beneath the shade of some
large oak trees, and heard themselves hailed in tones of welcome. This
group consisted of the Seaton family, and the beautiful twins, Lotta and
Linda. Pedro Balzani, not desiring that his daughters should remain in
the inn when it was like to be crowded from garret to basement by fine
gallants in the train of the Earl of Leicester, had asked of his
neighbours the Seatons houseroom for them at this season, Joanna Seaton
being the great friend of the twin sisters. The whole party had come
forth to picnic under the greenwood trees and watch the show go by. And
now, as was but natural, these four comrades, who always consorted more
or less together, were invited to share in the remains of the repast,
and to join the pleasant party.
Nothing loth, they all sat down, and having been too excited to provide
themselves with dinner, were glad enough of some of Dame Seaton's
excellent fare. By this time all the party were very well
acquainted--laughter and fun were the order of the day. By this time
Leofric had come to distinguish as a rule between the twin sisters,
although he frequently made a mistake which evoked amusement and banter.
Hugh never made any mistake now, and always gravitated towards Linda,
the gentler of the two girls. Leofric sometimes wondered whether or not
he was beginning to love the maiden. She was certainly very sweet and
winning, yet she was but the daughter of an innkeeper, and half a
foreigner to boot; whilst Hugh was a gentleman's son, and might hope one
day to win his spurs.
The sun overhead shone down hotly, though beneath the trees it was
pleasant enough. The afternoon was wearing on, and excitement had become
intense.
At last the long-waited-for sounds arose, telling of the approach of a
number of riders. Rushing helter-skelter along the dusty road came bands
of clerks and others, who had gone on towards Abingdon, and now came
pouring back towards the city with the cry on their lips,----
"They come! they come!"
All sprang to their feet. The youths helped the maidens to clamber into
good places of observation amid the branches of a gnarled old oak,
blasted by lightning, that stood hard by the road. Then they drew
themselves up bare-headed beneath, prepared to swell the shout of
welcome which arose as soon as the foremost horsemen hove in sight.
Leofric strained his eyes to gaze at the oncoming procession, for it was
such a sight as his eyes had never looked upon before.
Hugh stood close beside him, his eyes shining with excitement and
anticipation. The tramp of horse-hoofs and the ringing sound of armour
made itself heard through the still, clear air.
"Come they in arms?" whispered Gilbert with bated breath, for he was not
prepared for that. Yet, sure enough, as the first ranks of the horsemen
rode up, it was plainly to be seen that they were armed from top to
toe--a brave spectacle in truth, yet one that the by-standers had
scarcely expected to see.
Row after row, row after row of bravely-trapped horsemen passed by at a
gentle trot, and still Hugh made no sign. Then he suddenly grasped the
arms of those next to him, and exclaimed,----
"There he is! there he is! Is he not a right royal man?"
Leofric's gaze was instantly fastened upon the eagle-like face of a
warrior in a richly-chased coat of mail, with a plumed head-piece on his
head--a man who sat erect in his saddle, returning the greetings of the
by-standers with a grave dignity of demeanour--a man who looked born to
command and born to rule, and who, in spite of his own foreign blood,
was at this moment the champion of England's liberties, the enemy of
those hordes of foreign aliens who were preying upon the land to her
destruction.
Close behind him rode in pairs four young men, all of them bearing some
sort of likeness to their eagle-faced sire. The faces of the first two
did not specially attract Leofric, for there was too much haughtiness in
the bearing of the young men, albeit no trace of that passion was to be
seen in their great father. But the younger pair were far more
attractive, being bright-faced boys, who looked about them with eager
eyes, and flashed a quick smile at Hugh as they rode by.
"Those be my young lords, Guy and Amalric," cried Hugh with beaming
face, "and they have not forgotten me. Anon I will seek speech of them.
And see--see! yonder rides mine own father, amongst the retainers
bringing up the rear. Ah! I had scarce thought to see him here. Now,
perchance, we shall see something of the great scene when this
Parliament, which men call "mad", shall assemble itself. Methinks there
will be sound sense found amongst those who gather together to discuss
the welfare of the nation."
It was hopeless to try to keep up with the riders; the hot sun and
choking dust alike precluded such a thing. The party returned leisurely
to Oxford, to find the city half mad with excitement. Nor was there any
diminution of excitement possible; for on the morrow there would be a
yet grander sight, when the King himself should arrive, and when the
Barons should ride forth to meet and welcome him.
This was indeed a very fine spectacle, and Hugh took care that his
friends should share it with him. He had managed to borrow steeds from
some of his father's servants, who had no need to take part in this
ceremony, and upon these horses he mounted his friends and himself. They
posted themselves at a certain spot hard by Beaumont Palace, where they
were told they would obtain an excellent view of the meeting betwixt
King and Barons.
To-day Leofric and Jack were able to obtain a far nearer and better view
of the Earl of Leicester, and the more they studied his handsome face,
the more admiration did they feel for him. He seemed the soul and centre
of that noble assembly. The other Barons appeared to regard him as their
natural chieftain, and whenever he spoke they hung upon his words, and
appeared to give the utmost respect to them. Although he was habited
more plainly than any, he was like a king in their midst. His face was
lined by anxiety and care, but the fire in his eyes was unquenched and
unquenchable. He looked like one born to rule, and his expression seemed
to show that, on this occasion at least, he meant to exercise that
faculty to the uttermost.
A blare of trumpets suddenly announced the coming of the King, and a
thrill seemed to run through the assembled crowd. The Earl drew himself
erect in his saddle, and the other nobles fell into rank around him. The
trumpet notes drew nearer and nearer, and at last the cry was
raised,----
"The King! the King!"
In gorgeous array, surrounded by courtiers dressed in the extreme of
foppery, appeared the procession of the monarch. The nobles bared their
heads, as did also the crowd, and all faces were turned expectantly
towards the oncoming procession.
Everything that pomp and state could do to add dignity to the King's
Majesty was present here; and yet there was so little of true kingly
majesty in that weak, handsome face, and in the shifting expression of
the uncertain eyes, that Leofric, looking from one face to the other,
said in his heart,----
"Is it possible that that is the King and the other the subject? Surely
it should be just the other way about."
It did indeed so appear; for the Earl, whilst showing every mark of
respect to his sovereign, yet wore himself so lofty and kingly an aspect
that Henry seemed unwittingly to shrink before him, but he strove to
conceal this by taking a haughty and rebuking tone.
"How, now, my lord of Leicester! is it in arms that you come to meet
your King?"
"Sire," replied the Earl, speaking for himself and his companions, "we
are on our way to quell the troubles that have arisen in Wales, and
therefore come we armed, as indeed needs must be if we are to do there
your Majesty's behests. This business once over for which we are met
together, and we must to the West to serve your Highness there. Let us
hope for a speedy settlement of affairs here, for our presence is needed
urgently against the troublers of the peace of the realm."
As he spoke the Earl swept with his eagle eyes the ranks of swarthy
faces that surrounded the King, and a murmur went up from the crowd
which was sufficiently significant.
It was almost an open challenge of defiance, and Henry knew it as such.
This could be seen in the flush upon his face, and in the flash of his
eye. Yet he could not meet the calm gaze of the Earl, and he strove to
pass the matter off with a laugh.
"Thou wert always something too ready with thy tongue, Simon," he said;
"be careful thou art not some day too ready with thy sword likewise."
"My sword can never be too ready, an it be unsheathed in the service of
your Majesty's peace and honour, and for the safety and welfare of the
fair realm over which it has pleased God to set you," was the steady
response.
The King laughed, and shrugged his shoulders.
"Come and ride with me, and tell me of my sister, thy wife," he said, as
though willing to let other matters rest for the present. "Thou art as
great a tyrant as ever thou wast, Simon; but beshrew me if I can help
from liking thee when we meet face to face. Ride by my side and talk to
me. Let the people at least see that we bear each other no ill-will."
So King and subject rode side by side to the palace of Beaumont, and the
people made the welkin ring with their acclamations.
"Though whether they be shouting for thee or for me," remarked Henry,
with a short laugh, "perhaps it would be well not to inquire too
closely."