CHAPTER XVI

A WAR OF THE CHURCH

"You have been but a short time absent this voyage," Sir Ralph said as

his son and Edgar rode up to the castle.

"Truly we have been but a short time, father," Albert said, "but we

have seen much. Of course the news has not yet reached you, but the

army of Flanders has been utterly broken by the French. Whether Van

Artevelde was killed we know not, but of the fifty thousand men who

marched to battle, we doubt whether half ever returned to their homes."

"That was indeed a terrible defeat. And how bore you yourselves in the

battle?"

"It was rough work, though short, father. Five other English knights

were with us; four of these were killed, and one we left behind at a

farm, grievously wounded. Each of us had two men-at-arms, and of the

fourteen two were left behind wounded sorely, one remained in charge of

his master and them, and Edgar's man here is the only one who rode to

Sluys with us; the rest are dead. So, too, might we have been but for

the strength and temper of our armour."

"Did not the Flemings fight sturdily, then?"

"They fought sturdily for a time, but altogether without leader or

order. They took up a strong position, but impatient of an hour's

delay, marched from it to give battle, and being attacked on both

flanks, as well as in front, were driven into a close mass, so that few

could use their arms, and, were it only to find breathing space, they

had to fly."

"'Tis bad news, indeed. Had they prevailed, their alliance with us

would have brought about great things, for Artevelde would have put

Flanders under English protection, and between us we could have

withstood all the attacks of France and Burgundy."

"Think you that Ghent will be taken, Edgar?"

"That I cannot say, Sir Ralph. However great their loss may be, the

Ghentois are like to make an obstinate defence, judging from the way in

which they withstood their earl with all Flanders at his back. They

will know that they have no mercy to expect if they yield, and I

believe that so long as there is a man left to wield arms the city will

hold out. As to the other towns of Flanders, they are as fickle as the

wind, and will all open their gates to the King of France, who, seeing

that it is by his power alone that Flanders has been taken, will

assuredly hold it as his own in the future."

"Now that you have returned, it would be well, Edgar, that you and my

son should practise with the lance. 'Tis a knightly weapon, and a

knight should at least know how to use it well. There is a piece of

ground but a quarter of a mile away that I have been looking at, and

find that it will make a good tilting-ground, and I will teach you all

that I know in the matter."

Edgar thankfully embraced the offer and, after going into the castle to

pay his respects to the dame and her daughter, went home with Hal

Carter, whose wounds were still sore.

The news that came from Flanders to England from time to time was bad.

It was first heard how terrible had been the slaughter of the Flemings

after the victory, and that in all thirty-four thousand had been

killed. Then the news came that Courtray, although it opened its gates

without resistance, had been first pillaged and then burnt, and that

Bruges had surrendered, but had been only spared from pillage by the

payment of a great sum of money. None of the other towns had offered

any resistance, but Ghent had shut her gates, and the French, deeming

that the operations of the siege would be too severe to be undertaken

in winter, had marched away, their return being hastened by the news of

an insurrection in France.

The king, however, had declared Flanders to be a portion of France, and

the Earl of Flanders had done homage to him as his liege lord. The news

of the merciless slaughter of the Flemings, and of the cruel treatment

of Courtray, aroused great indignation in England, which was increased

when it was heard that all the rich English merchants in Bruges had

been obliged to fly for their lives, and that all other Englishmen

found in the towns had been seized by the Earl of Flanders, and thrown

into prison, and their goods confiscated.

The young knights practised at tilting daily under the eye of Sir

Ralph, and at the end of three months could carry off rings skilfully,

and could couch their lances truly, whether at breast-piece or helm. It

was nigh two years since they had first ridden to London, and both had

grown tall and greatly widened. Edgar was still by far the taller and

stronger, and was now an exceptionally powerful young man. Albert was

of a fair strength and stature, and from his constant practice with

Edgar, had attained almost as great a skill with his weapons. When they

jousted they always used lighter spears than when they practised at the

ring, for in a charge, Edgar's weight and strength would have carried

Albert out of his saddle, and that with such force as might have caused

him serious injury; the lances therefore were made so slight as to

shiver at the shock.

"You are like to be employing your weapons to better advantage soon,"

Sir Ralph said one day on his return from London. "You know of the

rivalry between the two popes, and that we hold for Urban while France

champions Clement."

"Yes, sir," Edgar said; "but how is that likely to give occasion for us

to betake ourselves to arms again?"

"Urban is going to use us as his instrument against France and Spain. A

bull was received yesterday, of which copies have also been sent to all

the bishops, calling upon Richard to engage in a sort of Holy War to

this end. He has ordered that all church property throughout England

shall be taxed, and that the bishops shall exhort all persons to give

as much as they can afford for the same purpose. To all those who take

part in the war he gives absolution from all sins, and the same to

those who, staying at home, contribute to the Church's need.

"The sum of money thus raised, which, I doubt not, will be great, is to

be devoted partly to an expedition against France, and partly to one

under Lancaster against Spain. As it is a church war, the expedition to

France is to be led by a churchman, and Urban has chosen Sir Henry

Spencer, Bishop of Norwich, who, if you will remember, bore himself so

stoutly against the insurgents in his diocese, as the nominal leader.

The king has taken the matter up heartily, and many of the knights whom

I met at Court are also well content, seeing that the war is to be

conducted at the expense of the Church and not of themselves; and I

doubt not that a large number of knights and gentlemen will take part

in the expedition, which is of the nature of a crusade.

"More than that, I met an old friend, Sir Hugh Calverley, with whom I

have fought side by side a score of times, and whose name is, of

course, well known to you. He is minded also to go, partly because he

hates the French, and partly because of the pope's blessing and

absolution. Seeing that, I said to him, 'As you are going, Sir Hugh, I

pray you to do me a favour.'

"'There is no one I would more willingly oblige, old friend,' he said.

"'My son,' I went on, 'and a friend of his whom I regard almost as a

son, were knighted more than a year since, as you may have heard, for

their valiant conduct in the time of the troubles here.'

"'I have heard the story,' he said. 'It is well known to all at Court.'

"'Since then, Sir Hugh, they have been over in Flanders, where they

gained the approbation of Van Artevelde by their conduct, and fought

stoutly at the grievous battle of Rosbecque. But hitherto they have had

no knightly leader. They have gained such experience as they could by

themselves, but I would that they should campaign in the train of a

valiant and well-known knight like yourself, under whose eyes they

could gain distinction as well as a knowledge of military affairs.'

"'I will take them with me gladly,' he said. 'They must be young

knights of rare mettle, and even apart from my regard for you I should

be right glad to have them ride with me.'"

Both the young knights gave exclamations of pleasure. It was hard for a

knight unattached to the train of some well-known leader to rise to

distinction, and there was no English knight living who bore a higher

reputation than Sir Hugh Calverley, so that to ride under him would be

an honour indeed. But some months passed before the preparations were

complete. Throughout England the bishops and priests preached and

incited the people to what they considered a Holy War. The promises of

absolution of past and future sins were in proportion to the money

given. In the diocese of London alone, a tun full of gold and silver

was gathered, and by Lent the total amounted to what at that time was

the fabulous sum of 2,500,000 francs. Thomas, Bishop of London, and

brother to the Earl of Devonshire, was appointed by Urban to go with

the Duke of Lancaster to Spain, as chief captain, with two thousand

spears and four thousand archers, and half the money gathered was to be

spent on this expedition, and the other half on that of the Bishop of

Norwich.

The expeditions were to set out together, but one progressed far more

rapidly than the other. The Bishop of Norwich was very popular. He was

of ancient lineage, had personally shown great bravery, and was highly

esteemed. Upon the other hand, the Duke of Lancaster was hated. Thus

great numbers of knights and others enlisted eagerly under the bishop,

while very few were willing to take service under the duke. Five

hundred spearmen, and fifteen hundred men-at-arms and archers were soon

enrolled under the bishop's banner. A great number of priests, too,

followed the example of the bishop, threw aside the cassock and clad

themselves in armour to go to the war in the spirit of crusaders.

Great numbers passed over from Dover and Sandwich in parties to wait at

Calais for the arrival of their leaders. At Easter, the bishop, Sir

Hugh Calverley, and two of the principal knights attended the king and

his council, and swore to do their best to bring to an end the matter

on which they were engaged, and to war only against the supporters of

Clement. The king begged them to wait for a month at Calais, promising

that he would send them over many men-at-arms and archers, and Sir

William Beauchamp as marshal to the army. The bishop promised the king

to do this, and he and his party sailed from Dover and arrived at

Calais on April 23, 1383.

The young knights had gone up to town a month before by invitation of

Sir Robert Gaiton, and had stayed with him for a week. At the end of

that time he presented each of them with a superb suit of Milan steel,

richly inlaid with gold, and two fine war-horses.

"It is a gift that I have long promised you," he said. "I gave orders

to my agents in Italy a year since to spare neither time nor trouble to

obtain the best that the armourers of Milan could turn out. The horses

are of Yorkshire breed, and are warranted sound at every point."

"It is a princely present, Sir Robert," Edgar said, "and, indeed, a

most timely one, for truly we have well-nigh grown out of the other

suits, although when we got them it seemed to us that we should never

be able to fill them properly; but of late we have been forced to ease

the straps, and to leave spaces between the pieces, by which lance or

arrow might well find entrance."

Sir Ralph had gone up with them and introduced them to Sir Hugh, who

promised to give them two days' warning when they were to join him at

Sandwich or Dover. During this week Edgar for the most part went about

alone, Albert, at first to his surprise, and then to his amusement,

always making some pretext or other for not accompanying him, but

passing, as he found on his return, the greater portion of the time in

the house, in discourse, as he said, with Dame Gaiton, but as Edgar

shrewdly guessed, chiefly with Ursula, who, he found, obligingly kept

his friend company while the dame was engaged in her household duties.

It seemed to him, too, that on the ride back to St. Alwyth Albert was

unusually silent and depressed in spirits.

Edgar himself, however, experienced something of the same feeling when

he took his last farewell from the De Courcys before starting for

Dover. On this occasion each took with him four men-at-arms, stout

fellows, Albert's being picked men from among the De Courcy retainers,

while Hal Carter had selected his three mates from among the villagers,

and had, during the last three months, trained them assiduously in the

use of their arms.

"How long do you think that you are likely to be away, Edgar?" his

father asked, the evening before the party started.

"I cannot tell you, father, but I do not think that it will be long. If

the expedition had started six months ago, it would have arrived in

Flanders in time to have helped the Flemings, and with their aid the

French might have been driven flying over the frontier; but I cannot

see what two or three thousand men can do. We cannot fight the whole

strength of France by ourselves."

"It seems to me a hare-brained affair altogether," Mr. Ormskirk said;

"almost as mad, only in a different way, as the crusade of Peter the

Hermit. The Church has surely trouble enough in these days, what with

men like Wickliffe, who denounce her errors, and point out how far she

has fallen back from the simple ways of old times, what with the

impatience or indifference of no small part of the people, the pomp and

wasteful confusion of the prelates, and the laziness of the monks--she

has plenty of matters to look after without meddling in military

affairs.

"What would she say if a score of nobles were to take upon themselves

to tell her to set her house in order, to adopt reforms, and to throw

aside sloth and luxury; and yet the Church is stirring up a war, and

raising and paying an army of fighting men--and for what? To settle

which of two men shall be pope. The simple thing would be to hold a

high tournament, and to let Urban and Clement don armour and decide

between themselves, in fair fight, who should be pope. They might as

well do that as set other men to fight for them. I see not what good

can come of it, Edgar."

"Albert and myself are of the same opinion, father. Certainly with two

or three thousand men we can hardly expect to march to Paris and force

the King of France to declare for our pope. Still, we shall march in

good company, and shall both be proud to do so under the banner of so

distinguished a knight as Sir Hugh Calverley."

"I say naught against that, Edgar; but I would rather see you start

with him as knights-errant, willing at all times to couch a lance for

damsels in distress. The day has passed for crusades. Surely we have

had experience enough to see that solid advantages are not to be won by

religious enthusiasm. Men may be so inspired to deeds of wondrous

valour, but there is no instance of permanent good arising out of such

expeditions. As for this in which you are going to embark, it seems to

me to be the height of folly."

The next day the two young knights rode to Canterbury, and thence to

Dover. The following evening the Bishop of Norwich, with his train, Sir

Hugh Calverley, and other knights, arrived, and the next morning

embarked with their following and horses on board three ships, and

sailed to Calais. Those who had preceded them were already impatient to

take the field. The news that there was to be a further delay of a

month until Sir William Beauchamp with reinforcements should arrive,

caused much disappointment and vexation.

"'Tis unfortunate," Sir Hugh said, one evening a few days later to the

knights of his party, "that there are not more men here accustomed to

war, and who have learned that patience and obedience are as needful as

strong arms, if a campaign is to be carried out successfully. The

Bishop of Norwich is young and fiery, and he hath many like himself

round him, so that he frets openly at this delay. Moreover, Sir Thomas

Trivet and Sir William Helmon are too full of ardour to act with

discretion, and are ready enough to back up the bishop in his hot

desire to be doing something. I regret that this army is not, like the

army which fought at Crécy and Poictiers, composed of men well inured

to war, with a great number of good archers and led by experienced

warriors, instead of a hasty gathering of men, who have been fired by

the exhortations of the priests and the promises of the pope.

"We are but a small gathering. We may take some castles, and defeat the

forces that the nobles here gather against us, but more than that we

cannot do unless England arms in earnest. I foresaw this, and spoke to

the council when they prayed me to go with the bishop; but when they

pointed out that what I said made it all the more needful that one of

grave experience and years should go with him, and prayed me to accept

the office, I consented."

On the 4th of May the Bishop of Norwich took advantage of Sir Hugh's

absence--he having gone for two days to see a cousin who was commander

of Guines--to call the other leaders together, and said that it was

time they did some deed of arms, and rightly employed the money with

which the Church had furnished them. All agreed with him, and the

bishop then proposed that instead of entering France they should march

to Flanders, which was now a portion of France. To this Sir Thomas

Trivet and Sir William Helmon cordially agreed.

When Sir Hugh returned another council was called, and the matter was

laid before him. Sir Hugh opposed it altogether. In the first place,

they had given their word to the king to wait for a month for the

promised reinforcements; in the second place, they had not come over as

Englishmen to fight the French, but as followers of Pope Urban to fight

those of Clement, and the men of Flanders were, like themselves,

followers of Urban. The bishop answered him very hotly, and as the

other knights and all present agreed with the bishop, Sir Hugh

reluctantly gave way, and said that if they were determined upon going

to Flanders he would ride with them. Accordingly notice was given

through the town that the force would march the next morning. All

assembled at the order to the number of three thousand, and marched

from Calais to Gravelines.

No preparations for defence had been made there, for there was no war

between England and Flanders. However, the burghers defended the place

for a short time, and then withdrew, with their wives and families, to

the cathedral, which was a place of strength. Here they defended

themselves for two days. The church was then stormed, and all its

defenders put to the sword. The news excited the greatest surprise and

indignation in Flanders, and the earl at once sent two English knights

who were with him to Gravelines to protest, and with orders to obtain

from the bishop a safe-conduct to go to England to lay the matter

before the English king and his council.

When they arrived at Gravelines the bishop refused their request for a

safe-conduct, but told them to tell the earl that he was not warring

against Flanders, nor was his army an army of England, but of Pope

Urban, and that, although the greater portion of Flanders was Urbanist,

the Lord of Bar--in whose dominion Gravelines stood--was for Clement,

and so were his people. If he and they would acknowledge Pope Urban, he

would march away without doing damage and paying for all he took, but

unless they did so he would force them to submit. The people of Artois,

however, who were French rather than Flemings, took the matter in their

own hands, and twelve thousand men, under some knights from Nieuport

and other towns, marched to Dunkirk and then to Mardyck, a large

village not far from Gravelines.

Edgar and Albert had taken no part in the attack upon the cathedral,

but remained with Sir Hugh Calverley in the house that he occupied as

soon as resistance of the entry to the town had ended.

"On the field I will fight with the rest," he said, "but I will have no

hand in this matter. There has been no defiance sent to the Earl of

Flanders nor received from him, and 'tis not my habit to fight burghers

against whom we have no complaint, and who are but defending their

homes against us."

The two young knights were well pleased with this decision. It was an

age when quarter was but seldom given, and wholesale slaughters

followed battles, so that they had, naturally, the ideas common to the

time. Still, they both felt that this attack was wholly unprovoked and

altogether beyond the scope of the expedition, and were well pleased

that their leader would have naught to do with it. It was, however, a

different matter when they heard that an army twelve thousand strong

was coming out against them, and they were quite ready to take their

share in the fight.

While waiting at Gravelines several other knights had joined the army,

among them Sir Nicholas Clifton and Sir Hugh's cousin, the commander of

Guines, Sir Hugh Spencer, nephew of the bishop, and others.

The force consisted of six hundred mounted men, sixteen hundred

archers, and the rest foot-men. They found that the Flemings had fallen

back to Dunkirk, and had taken up a position in front of that town. The

bishop, on approaching them, sent forward a herald, to ask them whether

they were for Pope Urban or Clement, and that if they were for Urban he

had no quarrel with them. As soon, however, as the herald approached,

the Flemings fell upon him and killed him. This excited the most lively

indignation among the English, for among all civilized people the

person of a herald was held to be sacred.

The bishop and knights at once drew up the force in order of battle.

The men on foot were formed into a wedge. The archers were placed on

the two flanks of the unmounted men-at-arms, while the cavalry prepared

to charge as soon as opportunity offered. The army was preceded by the

standard of the Church. The trumpets on both sides sounded, and as they

came within range the English archers poured flights of arrows among

the Flemings. These advanced boldly to the attack of the foot-men.

Again and again the horsemen charged down upon them, but were unable to

break their solid lines, and for a time the battle was doubtful, but

the English archers decided the fate of the day. The Flemings, although

they resisted firmly the charge of the men-at-arms, were unable to

sustain the terrible and continuous rain of arrows, and their front

line fell back.

As soon as they did so the second line wavered and broke. Then the

bishop with his knights and men-at-arms charged furiously down upon

them, and the battle was over. The Flemings broke and fled in wild

disorder, but the English pursued them so hotly that they entered

Dunkirk with them. Here again and again they attempted to make a stand,

but speedily gave way before the onslaught of the English. No one

distinguished themselves in the battle more than did the priests and

monks who were fighting on the side of the bishop, and it was said

among the others that these must have mistaken their vocation, and that

had they entered the army instead of the Church they would have made

right valiant knights.

The English loss was four hundred, that of the Flemings was very much

heavier. There died, however, among them no knights or persons of

quality, for the rising was one of the people themselves, and as yet

the Earl of Flanders was waiting for the King of England's reply to the

message he had sent by the two knights from Sluys. The English,

however, considered that the absence of any horsemen or knights was due

to the fact that these remembered what terrible havoc had been made

among the chivalry of France at Crécy and Poictiers, and cared not to

expose themselves to that risk.

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