CHAPTER XIV

CIVIL WAR

Edgar and Albert came up with the force after an hour-and-a-half's

riding, and found it halted some four miles from Bruges. The news that

the English knights had discovered a store of flour had passed quickly

through the ranks, and they were loudly cheered as they rode in.

"Truly you have rendered us a vast service," Van Artevelde said, as

they joined him, "for it will not be needful to break in this evening

upon our scanty store, and this is of vital importance, since we must

perforce wait until the earl and the men of Bruges come out to attack

us. Your men said that it was some fifteen sacks of flour that you had

found?"

"About that, sir. There were ten full, and under the millstones was a

great bin holding, I should say, half as much more. Moreover, we have

ridden far over the country, and have gathered up twelve head of

cattle, four horses, and a score of sheep. These are following us, and

will give meat enough for a good meal to-day all round, and maybe

something to spare, and to-morrow I trust that we may bring in some

more."

A murmur of satisfaction broke from the four or five burghers with Van

Artevelde.

"This is a good beginning, indeed, of our adventure," the latter said,

"and greatly are we beholden to these knights. They have dispelled the

apprehension I had that if the people of Bruges deferred their attack

for a couple of days they might find us so weakened with hunger as to

be unable to show any front against them."

Two hours later the animals arrived, and were handed over to the

company of the butchers' guild, who proceeded at once to cut them up.

They were then distributed among the various companies, with orders

that but half was to be eaten that night and the rest kept for the

morrow. In the meantime men had been sent on to some of the deserted

villages, and had returned with doors, shutters, broken furniture, and

beams, and fires were speedily lighted. Before the meat was ready half

of those who had remained at the mill arrived laden with bread, and

said that the rest would be up in two hours. For the first time for

weeks the Ghentois enjoyed a hearty meal, and as Van Artevelde, with

the young knights and burghers with him, went round on foot among the

men, they were greeted with loud cheers and shouts of satisfaction.

The next day the force remained where it had halted. The two knights

and the men-at-arms scoured the country again for some miles round, and

drove in before them twenty-two head of cattle, and these sufficed,

with what had remained over, to furnish food for the day and to leave

enough for the troops to break their fast in the morning.

So deserted was the country that it was not until the next morning

early that the news reached the earl that the men of Ghent had come out

against him. Rejoicing that they should thus have placed themselves in

his power, he sent out three knights to reconnoitre their position and

bring an account of their numbers. After breakfast Philip Van Artevelde

had moved his followers a short distance away from their halting-ground

and taken up a position near to a small hill, where he addressed them.

Some friars and clergy who were with the force celebrated mass at

various points, and then confessed the troops and exhorted them to keep

up their courage, telling them that small forces had, with the help of

God, frequently defeated large ones, and as all had been done that was

possible to obtain peace but without avail, He would surely help them

against these enemies who sought to destroy them utterly. Then they

prepared for battle. Each man carried with him a long and sharp stake,

as was their custom, in the same fashion as did the English archers,

and they gathered in a square and set a hedge of these stakes round

them. The enemy's knights had ridden near them without being interfered

with, for the Ghentois wished nothing better than that the smallness of

their numbers should be clearly seen.

After they had ridden off, Van Artevelde, confident that their report

would suffice to bring out the earl with his people, now ordered that

the wine and bread brought out with them, which had hitherto been

untouched, should be served out. The men then sat down and quietly

awaited the attack. As Van Artevelde had hoped, the message taken back

by the knights as to his strength and position was sufficient to induce

the earl to give battle at once, as he feared that they might change

their mind and retreat. The alarm-bells called all the citizens to

arms. They fell in with their companies, and marched out forty thousand

strong, including the knights and men-at-arms of the earl. The citizens

of Bruges, delighted at the thought that the opportunity for levelling

their haughty rival to the dust had now arrived, marched on, until they

reached the edge of a pond in front of the position of the Ghentois.

Van Artevelde had placed the whole of the men with guns in the front

rank, with the strictest orders that no shot was to be fired until the

order was given. Waiting until the enemy had gathered in great masses,

Van Artevelde gave the word, and the three hundred guns, many of these

being wall-pieces, were fired at once, doing great destruction. The sun

was behind the Ghentois, and its direct rays, and those reflected from

the pond, rendered it difficult for the men of Bruges to see what their

foes were doing, and observing the great confusion from the effect of

the volley, the men of Ghent, with a mighty cheer, pulled up their

stakes, and rushing round the ends of the pond, fell upon their enemies

with fury.

The men of Bruges, who had anticipated no resistance, and had marched

out in the full belief that the Ghentois would lay down their arms and

crave for mercy as soon as they appeared, were seized with a panic. The

two young knights, with their four men-at-arms, had placed themselves

at the head of the foot-men, and, dashing among the citizens, hewed

their way through them, followed closely by the shouting Ghentois.

Numbers of the men of Bruges were slain with sword, axe, and pike. The

others threw away their arms and fled, hotly pursued by their foes.

Louis of Flanders, who, by a charge with his knights and men-at-arms,

might well have remedied the matter, now showed that he was as cowardly

as he was cruel, drew off with them, and, without striking a single

blow, he himself and some forty men galloped to Bruges. The rest of his

knights and followers scattered in all directions.

Great numbers of the flying citizens were killed in the pursuit. It was

now dark; the earl on arriving had ordered the gate by which he entered

to be closed, and had set twenty men there. Thus the retreat of the

citizens into the town was prevented, and many were slaughtered. In

consequence, the rest fled to other gates, where they were admitted,

but with them rushed in their pursuers. Philip Van Artevelde begged the

two English knights to each take a strong party, and to proceed round

the walls in different directions, seizing all the gates, and setting a

strong guard on them, that none should enter or leave; and then, with

the main body of his following, he marched without opposition to the

market-place.

The earl, when he found that the town was lost and the gates closed,

disguised himself, and found shelter for the night in a loft in the

house of a poor woman. Van Artevelde had issued the strictest orders

that he was on no account to be injured, but was, when found, to be

brought at once to him, so that he might be taken to Ghent, and there

obliged to make a peace that would assure to the city all its

privileges, and give rest and tranquillity to the country. In spite,

however, of the most rigid search, the earl was not found; but the

forty knights and men-at-arms who had entered with him were all

captured and killed. No harm whatever was done to any of the

inhabitants of Bruges, or to any foreign merchants or others residing

there.

[Illustration: THE TWO YOUNG KNIGHTS CHARGE DOWN UPON THE

PANIC-STRICKEN CROWD.]

On the following night the Earl of Flanders managed to effect his

escape in disguise. That day being Sunday the men of Ghent repaired to

the cathedral, where they had solemn mass celebrated, and a

thanksgiving for their victory and for their relief from their sore

strait. The young knights were not present, for as soon as the city was

captured, Van Artevelde said to them:

"Brave knights, to you it is chiefly due that we are masters here

to-day, instead of being men exhausted, without hope, and at the mercy

of our enemies. It was you who found and brought us food, and so

enabled us to hold out for two days, and to meet the enemy strong and

in good heart. Then, too, I marked how you clove a way for our men to

follow you through the ranks of the foe, spreading death and dismay

among them. Sirs, to you, then, I give the honour of bearing the news

to Ghent. I have ordered that fresh horses shall be brought you from

the prince's stable. Councillor Moens will ride with you to act as

spokesman; but before starting, take, I pray you, a goblet of wine and

some bread. It were well that you took your men-at-arms with you, for

you might be beset on the road by some of the people who did not

succeed in entering the gates, or by some of the cowardly knights who

stood by and saw the citizens being defeated without laying lance in

rest to aid them. Fresh horses shall be prepared for your men also, and

they shall sup before they start. There is no lack of food here."

Much gratified at the mission intrusted to them, the young knights at

once ordered their men-at-arms to prepare for the ride.

"When you have supped," Albert said, "see that you stuff your

saddle-bags and ours with food for Van Voorden's household first, and

then for those who most need it."

The meals were soon eaten. As they were about to mount Van Artevelde

said to them:

"There will be no lack of provisions to-morrow, for in two hours a

great train of waggons, loaded with provisions, will start under a

strong guard, and to-morrow at daybreak herds of cattle will be brought

in and driven there; you may be sure also that the rivers will be open

as soon as the news is known, for none will now venture to interfere

with those bringing food into Ghent."

The councillor was ready, and in a few minutes they had passed out of

the city, and were galloping along the road to Ghent, just as the bell

of the cathedral tolled the hour of ten. Two hours later, without having

once checked the speed of their horses, they heard the bells ringing

midnight in Ghent. In ten minutes they approached the gate, and were

challenged from the walls.

"I am the Councillor Moens," the knights' companion shouted. "I come

from Philip Van Artevelde with good news. We have defeated the enemy

and captured Bruges."

There was a shout of delight from the walls, and in a minute the

drawbridge was lowered and the great gate opened. The councillor rode

straight to the town-hall. The doors were open, and numbers of the

citizens were still gathered there. Moens did not wait to speak to

them, but, running into the belfry, ordered the men there to ring their

most joyous peal. The poor fellows had been lying about, trying to

deaden their hunger by sleep, but at the order they leapt to their

feet, seized the ropes, and Ghent was electrified by hearing the

triumphal peal bursting out in the stillness of the night.

In the meantime those in the hall had crowded round the young knights

and their followers, but these, beyond saying that the news was good,

waited until Moens' return. It was but a minute, and he at once shouted:

"The enemy have been beaten! We have taken Bruges! By the morning food

will be here!"

Now from every belfry in the city the notes from the town-hall had been

taken up, the clanging of the bells roused every sleeper, and the whole

town poured into the street shouting wildly, for though they knew not

yet what had happened, it was clear that some great news had arrived.

All the councillors and the principal citizens had made for the

town-hall, which was speedily thronged. Moens took his place with the

two young knights upon the raised platform at the end, and lifted his

hand for silence. The excited multitude were instantly still, and those

near the doors closed them, to keep out the sound of the bells. Then

Moens, speaking at the top of his voice that all might hear him, said:

"I am now but the mouthpiece of these English knights, to whom Van

Artevelde has given the honour of bearing the news to you, but since

they are ignorant of our language I have come with them as interpreter.

First, then, we have met the army of Bruges and the earl, forty

thousand strong; we have defeated them with great slaughter, and with

but small loss to ourselves."

A mighty shout rose from the crowd, and it was some minutes before the

speaker could continue.

"Following on the heels of our flying foes, we entered the city, and

Bruges is ours."

Another shout, as enthusiastic as the first, again interrupted him.

"A great train of waggons filled with wine and provisions was to start

at midnight, and will be here to-morrow morning at daybreak. Herds will

be driven in, and dispatched at once. By to-morrow night, therefore,

the famine will be at an end, and every man, woman, and child in Ghent

will be able to eat their fill."

Those at the door shouted the glad news to the multitude in the square,

and a roar like that of the sea answered, and echoed the shouts in the

hall.

"Tell us more, tell us more!" the men cried, when the uproar ceased.

"We have seven or eight hours to wait for food; tell us all about it."

"I will tell you first, citizens, why I am speaking to you in the name

of these English knights, and why they have been chosen to have the

honour of bringing these good tidings hither."

He then told them how, the force being without horsemen, and bound to

keep straight along by the road, the two knights had volunteered to

ride out to see if any hostile force was approaching, and also to

endeavour to find provisions.

"The latter seemed hopeless," the councillor went on. "Every village

had long since been deserted, and no living soul met the eye on the

plain. They had been gone but three hours when one of their men-at-arms

rode in, asking that all the bakers should be sent forward at once, for

that, in a mill less than two miles from the road, they had discovered

fifteen sacks of flour left behind. The bakers started at once with

five hundred men to bring on the bread as fast as it was baked to the

spot where we were to halt.

"This was not all, for, later on, the knights with some of the men

joined us at the camp with sufficient cattle, sheep, and horses, that

the knights had found straying, to give every man a meal that night,

and one the following morning. The next day they drove in a few more,

and so it was not until to-day that we touched the store we took with

us. It was the food that saved us. Had we been forced to eat our scanty

supply that first night, we should have been fasting for well-nigh

forty-eight hours, and when the earl, with his knights and men-at-arms

and the townsmen of Bruges, in all forty thousand men, marched out to

meet us, what chance would five thousand famished men have had against

them? As it was, the food we got did wonders for us; and every man

seemed to have regained his full strength and courage. When they came

nigh to us we poured in one volley with all our guns, which put them

into confusion. The sun was in their eyes, and almost before they knew

that we had moved, we were upon them.

"These two knights and their four men-at-arms flung themselves into the

crowd and opened the way for our footmen, and in five minutes the fight

was over. It may be that many of the craftsmen of Bruges were there

unwillingly, and that these were among the first to throw down their

arms and fly. However it was, in five minutes the whole force was in

full flight. The earl's knights and their men-at-arms struck not a

single blow, but seeming panic-struck, scattered and fled in all

directions, the earl and forty men alone gaining Bruges. There they

closed the gate against the fugitives, but these fled to other gates,

and so hotly did we pursue them that we entered mixed up with them.

"Van Artevelde committed to the two English knights the task of seizing

all the gates, and of setting a guard to prevent any man from leaving,

while the rest of us under him pushed forward to the market-place.

There was no resistance. Thousands of the men had fallen in the battle

and flight. Thousands had failed to enter the gates. All who did so

were utterly panic-stricken and terrified. Thus the five thousand men

you sent out have defeated forty thousand, and have captured Bruges,

and I verily believe that not more than a score have fallen. Methinks,

my friends, you will all agree with me that your governor has done well

to give these knights the honour of carrying the good news to Ghent."

A mighty shout answered the question. The crowd rushed upon the two

young knights, each anxious to speak to them, and praise them. With

difficulty the councillor, aided by some of his colleagues, surrounded

them, and made a way to a small door at the end of the platform. Once

beyond the building, they hurried along by-streets to Van Voorden's

house, to where, on entering the hall, they had charged the men-at-arms

at once to take the horses, to hand over as much of the provisions as

were needed for the immediate wants of the household, and then to carry

the rest to the nuns of a convent hard by--for these were, they knew,

reduced to the direst straits before the expedition started.

"Welcome back, welcome back!" the Fleming exclaimed, as they entered,

and the words were repeated by wife and daughter. "Your men-at-arms

told my wife what had happened, and I myself heard it from the lower

end of the town-hall, where I arrived just as Moens began to speak. I

saw you escape from the platform, and hurried off, but have only this

instant arrived. The crush was so great in the square that it was

difficult to make my way through it, but forgive us if we say nothing

further until we have eaten that food upon the table, for indeed we

have had but one regular meal since you left the town. Tell me first,

though, for all were too excited to ask Moens the question--has the

earl been captured?"

"He had not, up to the moment when we left. The strictest search is

being made for him. It is known that he must be somewhere in the town,

for he and a party, not knowing that Van Artevelde was in the

market-place, well-nigh fell into his hands, and he certainly could not

have got through any of the gates before we had closed them and had

placed a strong guard over them. Van Artevelde has given strict orders

that he is to be taken uninjured, and he purposes to bring him here,

and to make him sign a peace with us."

"I trust that he will be caught," Van Voorden said; "but as for the

peace, I should have no faith in it, for be sure that as soon as he is

once free again he would repudiate it, and would at once set to work to

gather, with the aid of Burgundy, a force with which he could renew the

war, wipe out the disgrace that has befallen him, and take revenge upon

the city that inflicted it. Now, let us to supper."

"We will but look on," Albert said, with a smile. "We supped at Bruges

at half-past nine, but it will be a pleasure indeed to see you eat it."

"We must not eat much," the merchant said to his wife and daughter.

"Let us take a little now, and to-morrow we can do better. It might

injure us to give rein to our appetite after well-nigh starving for the

last two days."

As soon as the meal was eaten all sallied out into the streets, the

young knights first laying aside their armour, as they did not wish to

attract attention. The bells were still ringing out with joyous

clamour; at every house flags, carpets, and curtains had been hung out;

torches were fixed to every balcony, and great bonfires had been

lighted in the middle of the streets, and in the open spaces and

markets. The people were well-nigh delirious with joy; strangers shook

hands and embraced in the streets; men and women forgot their weakness

and hunger, though many were so feeble but an hour before that they

could scarcely drag themselves along. The cathedral and churches were

all lighted up and crowded with worshippers, thanking God for having

preserved them in their hour of greatest need.

"Then, in truth, Sir Edgar," the Fleming said, as they went along, "the

people of Bruges showed themselves to be but a cowardly rabble, and the

fighting was poor indeed."

"It could scarce be called fighting at all," Edgar said. "A few blows

from halbert and bill, and a few thrusts of the pike struck my armour

as I charged among them, but after that, it was but a matter of cutting

down fugitives. The rabble down in Kent fought with far greater

courage, for we had to charge through and through them several times

before they broke. I doubt not that very many were outside Bruges

against their wills; they had not dared disobey the summons to arms. It

was a panic, and a strange one. They had doubtless made up their minds

that when we saw their multitude, we should surrender without a blow

being struck. The sudden discharge of the guns shook them, and at our

first charge they bolted away panic-struck. The strangest part of the

affair was that the earl, who had a strong following of knights and

men-at-arms, made no effort to retrieve the battle. Had they but

charged down upon our flank when we had become disordered in the

pursuit, they could have overthrown us without difficulty.

"How it came about that they did not do so is more than I can say. It

is clear that the earl showed himself to be a great coward, and his

disgrace this day is far greater than that of the burghers of Bruges,

since he and his party fled without the loss of a single drop of blood,

while thousands of the citizens have lost their lives."

"'Tis good that he so behaved," Van Voorden said. "The story that he so

deserted the men of Bruges, who went to fight in his quarrel, will

speedily be known throughout Flanders, and that, with the news of our

great victory, will bring many cities to our side. I trust that Van

Artevelde will treat Bruges with leniency."

"He has already issued a proclamation that none of the small craftsmen

of Bruges shall be injured, but exception is made in the case of the

four guilds that have always been foremost against Ghent; members of

which are to be killed when found."

"'Tis a pity, but one can scarce blame him. And now, my friends, that

we have seen Ghent on this wonderful night, it will be well that we get

home to bed. My wife and daughter are still weak from fasting, and I

myself feel the strain. As to you, you have done a heavy day's work

indeed, especially having to carry the weight of your armour."

The young knights were indeed glad to throw themselves upon their

pallets. They slept soundly until awakened by a fresh outburst of the

bells. They sat up; daylight was beginning to break.

"'Tis the train of provisions," Edgar said. "We may as well go out and

see the sight, and give such aid as we can to the council, for the

famishing people may well be too eager to await the proper division of

the food."

In a few days there was an abundance of everything in Ghent, for Damme

and Sluys opened their gates at once. In the former there were vast

cellars of wine, of which 6,000 tuns were sent by ships and carts to

Ghent, while at Sluys there was a vast quantity of corn and meal in the

ships and storehouses of foreign merchants. All this was bought and

paid for at fair prices and sent to the city. Besides food and wine,

Ghent received much valuable spoil. All the gold and silver vessels of

the earl were captured at Bruges, with much treasure, and a great store

of gold and jewels was taken at his palace at Male, near Bruges.

Philip Van Artevelde at once sent messages to all the towns of Flanders

summoning them to send the keys of their gates to Ghent, and to

acknowledge her supremacy. The news of the victory had caused great

exultation in most of these cities, and with the exception of

Oudenarde, all sent deputations at once to Ghent to congratulate her,

and to promise to support her in all things. In the meantime the gates

and a portion of the wall of Bruges had been beaten down, and five

hundred of the burgesses were taken to Ghent as hostages. The young

knights remained quietly there until Philip Van Artevelde returned. He

was received with frantic enthusiasm. He had assumed the title of

Regent of Flanders, and now assumed a state and pomp far greater than

that which the earl himself had held. He had an immense income, for not

only were his private estates large, but a sort of tribute was paid by

all the towns of Flanders, and Ghent for a time presented a scene of

gaiety and splendour equal to that of any capital in Europe.

Siege was presently laid to Oudenarde, where the garrison had been

strongly reinforced by a large party of men-at-arms and cross-bowmen,

sent by the earl. Every city in Flanders sent a contingent of fighting

men to join those of Ghent, and no less than a hundred thousand men

were assembled outside Oudenarde. Thither went the two young friends as

soon as the siege began. They had come out to see fighting and not

feasting, and they had lost the society of Van Voorden, he having been

requested by Van Artevelde to return to England, to conclude a treaty

between her and Ghent. Flanders was indeed master of itself, for the

earl was a fugitive at the Court of his son-in-law, the Duke of

Burgundy, who was endeavouring to induce France to join him against

Flanders.

For a time he failed, for the king was much better disposed to the

Flemings than he was to the earl, but when, some time later, Charles

died, and Burgundy became all-powerful with the young king, his

successor, France also prepared to take the field against Flanders.

Thus a close alliance between the latter and England became of great

importance to both, and had it not been for the extreme unpopularity of

the Duke of Lancaster and his brother Gloucester, the course of events

might have been changed. For war with France was always popular in

England, and the necessary supplies would at once have been voted by

parliament had it not been thought that when an army was raised

Lancaster would, instead of warring with France, use it for furthering

his own claims in Spain. Many English knights, however, came over on

their own account to aid the Flemings, and no less than two hundred

archers at Calais quietly left the town, with the acquiescence, if not

with the encouragement, of the authorities, to take service with Van

Artevelde.

One day, the two friends returned to camp after being away for some

time watching what was going on. On entering their tent, Albert, who

was the first to enter, gave a shout of surprise and pleasure. Edgar

pushed in to see what could have thus excited his friend, and so moved

him from his usual quiet manner. He, too, was equally surprised, and

almost equally pleased, when he saw Albert standing with his hand

clasped in that of his father.

"I thought that I should surprise you," Sir Ralph said, "by coming over

both to see this great gathering, and also to have a look at you. We

heard of your doings from Van Voorden. He was good enough, after his

first interview with the king and council, to ride down to tell us how

it fared with you, and it gave us no small pleasure, as you may well

suppose, to hear that you had already gained so much credit, and that

you both were well in health, I went back to town with him, and stayed

three weeks there. There was much talk in the council. All were well

content that there should be an alliance with the Flemings, but it

seems to me there is not much chance of an English army taking the

field to help them at present.

"The king is altogether taken up with his marriage, and is thinking

much more of fêtes and pageants than of war. Then 'tis doubtful whether

the commons would grant the large sum required. The present is a bad

time; the rebellion has cost much money, and what with the destruction

of property, with the fields standing untilled, and the expenses of the

Court, which are very heavy, in truth the people have reasonable cause

for grumbling thereat. Then, again, if an army were sent to Flanders,

Lancaster would most surely have the command, and you know how much he

is hated, and, I may say, feared. Naught will persuade men that he has

not designs upon the crown. For this I can see no warrant, but

assuredly he loves power, and he and Gloucester overshadow the king.

"Then, again, his wishes are, certainly, to lead a great army into

Spain, and he would oppose money being spent on operations in Flanders.

Thus, I fear, our alliance is like to be but of little use to Ghent or

Flanders. Were but the Black Prince or his father upon the throne

things would be different indeed, and we should have a stout army here

before many weeks are over. We of the old time feel it hard indeed to

see England playing so poor a part. There is another reason, moreover,

why our barons do not press matters on. In the first place, they are

jealous of the influence that the king's favourites have with him, and

that those who, by rank and age, should be his councillors meet with

but a poor reception when they come to Court.

"But methinks that even these things hinder much less than the conduct

of the people of Ghent. Since Bruges was captured there have been, as

you know, parties going through the land as far as the frontiers of

France, plundering and destroying all the houses and castles of the

knights and nobles, under the complaint that they were favourable to

the earl, but in truth chiefly because these knaves hate those of

gentle blood and are greedy of plunder. Our nobles deem it--and

methinks that they have some reason for doing so--to be a business

something like that which we have had in England, save that with us it

was the country people, while here it is those of the towns who would

fain pull down and destroy all those above them in station. Certainly,

their acts are not like to win the friendship and assistance of our

English nobles and knights."

"Indeed, I see that, Sir Ralph," Edgar said. "At first we were greatly

in favour of Ghent, seeing that they were in a desperate strait and

that all reasonable terms were refused them, but of late we have not

been so warm in their cause. Van Artevelde himself is assuredly honest

and desirous of doing what is right, but methinks he does wrong in

keeping up the state of a king and bearing himself towards all those of

the other cities of Flanders as if Ghent were their conqueror, and

laying heavy taxes upon them, while he himself is swayed by the

councils of the most violent of the demagogues of Ghent."

"But now tell me--how goes on the siege?"

"It goes not on at all. Oudenarde is a strong place; it is defended by

many broad ditches, and has a garrison of knights and men-at-arms of

the earl, who, as we know, take upon themselves all the defence,

knowing that there are men in the town who would fain surrender, and

fearing that these would throw open the gates to us, or give us such

aid as they could, were there a chance. Still more, the siege goes on

but slowly, or rather we may say goes on not at all, for want of a

leader. Van Artevelde himself knows nothing whatever of the business of

war, nor do any of those about him.

"The men of the towns will all fight bravely in a pitched field, as

they have often shown, but as to laying a siege, they know naught of

it, and it seems to us that the matter might go on for a year and yet

be no nearer its end. They are far more occupied in making ordinances

and collecting contributions, and in doing all they can for the honour

and glory of Ghent, than in thinking of taking Oudenarde, which,

indeed, when captured, would be of no great consequence to them."

Sir Ralph nodded. "Methinks you are right, Edgar. I arrived here just

as you went out this morning, and hearing from your men that you were

not like to return till midday, I have ridden round to see what was

being done, and to my surprise saw that, in the three months since this

great host sat down before Oudenarde, naught of any use whatever has

been accomplished. With such an army, if Flanders wishes to maintain

her freedom, she should have summoned Burgundy to abstain from giving

aid to the earl, and on his refusal should have marched with her whole

force against him, captured some of his great towns, and met his host

in a fair field. Methinks you two are doing no good to yourselves here,

and that it will be just as well for you both to go back to England for

a time, until you see how matters shape themselves."

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