CHAPTER VII

THE BATTLE OF EVESHAM

_When the barons in armes did King Henrye oppose,_

_Sir Simon de Montfort their leader they chose;_

_A leader of courage undaunted was hee,_

_And oft-times he made their enemyes flee._

_At length in the battle on Eveshame plaine_

_The barons were routed and Montfort was slaine._

--THE BEGGAR'S DAUGHTER OF BEDNALL GREEN.

One of the treasures of the Abbey of Saint Mary and Saint Egwin at

Evesham was the tomb of the great and popular hero Simon de Montfort.

Such tombs were a source of much profit to the ecclesiastical

institutions of those days. Hither pilgrims flocked in great numbers,

particularly on the day specially devoted to the memory of the saint

or martyr, and offerings were made proportionate to the wealth of the

devotee. Not only was it supposed that spiritual advantages could be

gained by devotion at these holy places, but cures innumerable were

believed to have been worked through the intercession of the departed

spirit. Hence the great monasteries often partook of the nature of our

present-day hospitals, "the maimed, and the halt, and the blind"

thronging thither; and, if at first unsuccessful, trying shrine after

shrine in the hope of eventual restoration to health.

Though de Montfort was not canonised as a saint and martyr, yet he

appears to have been regarded in such a light by the common people,

and among the archives of the Monastery was preserved a long list of

accredited cures and miracles reported to have been worked at his

tomb.

It was on the morning of Tuesday, August 4th, 1265, that the memorable

battle, ending in the death of Simon de Montfort, was fought. Earl

Simon was travelling on the previous day from the neighbourhood of

Worcester to join his eldest son, also named Simon, at Kenilworth.

With the Earl was King Henry the Third as prisoner or hostage, and on

the night of Monday, the 3rd of August, the Earl and his retinue were

received as guests in the Abbey, his army being quartered or encamping

in the town.

Prince Edward, King Henry's eldest son, was in the neighbourhood with

a large army, but his movements for some days past were unknown to de

Montfort. On the Saturday before the arrival of the Barons' army at

Evesham the Prince had surprised the younger Simon at Kenilworth,

killed or taken as prisoners the greater part of his army, and seized

all the baggage and standards. The same day he had returned to

Worcester and joined the Earl of Gloucester and Roger Mortimer, both

leading considerable forces.

Thus we see the Earl, with his adherents, resting at Evesham,

unconscious of the fact that, unaided, he must soon face three

powerful foes. Next day saw his fate decided.

Early on Tuesday morning all was stir and bustle in the Monastery and

in the little town. The troops were preparing to depart at daybreak

towards Kenilworth, where father and son were to meet and arrange

their future tactics. In the early dawn Nicholas, the Earl's barber,

ascended one of the towers of the Abbey, and, gazing northwards, over

Green Hill he descried soldiers bearing standards which were evidently

those of the younger Simon. For a few moments joy prevailed at the

thought of so happy a meeting; but this feeling soon gave place to

anxiety and dread. Closer examination showed that though the standards

were those of the Earl's son the soldiers who carried them were not

Simon's but Prince Edward's followers. In a moment all was clear: the

younger Simon had been defeated, perhaps slain, and de Montfort must

fight single-handed or yield his cause ingloriously. Retreat over the

bridge by which the army had entered the town was useless, for soon

it became known that Roger Mortimer was following the route the barons

had taken the day before, and would soon be on their rear. With the

river on both sides of them, and both ways blocked by enemies, two

alternatives alone presented themselves, to fight or to yield. To add

to the hopelessness of their position the Earl of Gloucester, with his

army, was now joining Prince Edward by the upper Worcester road. De

Montfort knew that against such odds the fight would be a hopeless

one, and urged his supporters to flee while there was yet time, and

not to lose their lives in an unavailing struggle; but none would

desert their leader in the hour of peril. "Then," exclaimed the Earl,

"may the Lord have mercy on our souls for our bodies are in the power

of our enemies."

* * * * *

It is recorded that on this fatal Tuesday all the elements seemed to

unite in adding horror to the scene of carnage. Shortly before this a

great comet had made men fear and wonder; and now, on this morning the

sky was overcast with such dense clouds that the land was in darkness;

so black were the heavens that nothing like it had been known within

the memory of man. A violent tempest, with a deluge of rain and

terrific thunder and lightning, swept over the country. The terrified

monks could not see their books as they chanted the Psalms in the

darkened choir, and as they sat in the refectory they could not tell

what food lay upon their trenchers.

Meanwhile the battle raged on the hill above the town; desperately the

barons fought, but, one by one, they fell overpowered by numbers.

Though the earl was sixty-five years of age he fought "stoutly, like a

giant, for the liberties of England" to the end.

We will not dwell on the horror of the battle. Popular tradition still

points to the spot where the great leader was slain, and there, beside

a spring called Battlewell, was placed a sacred rood. Two young de

Montforts fell by their father's side, and many barons, knights, and

common soldiers; but few fled. The stragglers from the defeated army

were, many of them, slaughtered, as they attempted their escape; and

by Offenham Ferry, where in those times probably stood a bridge, there

is a meadow, once an island, which to this day bears the name of

"Deadman's Ait." The chroniclers tell of the shameful mutilation of

the earl's corpse, and how the limbs were distributed through the

country, but the dismembered body was buried reverently by the monks

in the most sacred part of their church, even before the High Altar.

The severed hands were sent by a servant to the wife of Roger

Mortimer, at Wigmore Castle in Shropshire. They arrived, so says the

legend, while the Mass was being celebrated, and, at the raising of

the Host, they were seen, before the bag containing them was opened,

clasped in the attitude of prayer above the head of the messenger. In

fear and trembling, Lady Mortimer returned the bloody trophy.

Prince Edward himself attended the funeral of Henry de Montfort, his

cousin and friend, in the Abbey church.

"Such," sings Robert of Gloucester, "was the murder of Evesham, for

battle none it was."

As in the case of other national heroes of old times, popular fancy

was allowed to play unfettered round the memory of this noble family.

In the well-known ballad preserved by Bishop Percy, of "The Beggar's

Daughter of Bednall Green," it is imagined that Henry de Montfort was

rescued at night from the field of battle while still living, by "a

baron's faire daughter," in search of her father's body; that she

nursed him, and that, on his recovery they married, their daughter

being "prettye Bessee."

The miracles we read of, and to which reference has been made, are

many and varied. For some time the fear of royal censure and

punishment prevented cures being openly attributed to "Saint Simon,"

but it was not long before the fame of his healing power spread, and

persons were brought from all parts of the country to "be measured by"

Earl Simon and restored to health. The process of "measuring" was as

simple as it appears to have been effective. It merely consisted in a

cord which had previously been placed round the relics being made to

meet round the body of the invalid whether man or animal.

The first "miracle" we hear of concerns a dumb boy who fell asleep at

the shrine of Saint Robert at Lincoln, whither he had been taken to be

cured, and in this state he remained from the Saturday preceding the

battle until the Monday, when, suddenly awaking, gifted with the power

not only of speech but prophecy, he informed those who stood around

that Saint Robert had gone to Evesham to aid Earl Simon who would be

slain in the battle there on the morrow! The monkish manuscript goes

on to relate cures of various diseases performed on man and beast,

personal apparitions, "judgements" falling on scoffers, accounts of

the dead restored to life and many other marvels credible or

incredible according to the inclination of the reader. One of the

"judgements" may be given as an example, showing, by the way, the

manners of some of the clergy of that date.

A certain chaplain named Philip had been openly abusing the Earl, and

by way of an oath exclaimed, "If he is a saint, as reported, I wish

the devil may break my neck, or some miracle may befall me before I

reach home." As he returned homewards, being on horseback, and a

servant with him, he saw a hare on the road, and spurring onward in

chase fell headlong from his horse. His manservant who had likewise

abused Earl Simon "was seized by the devil" and remained insane "from

the Feast of St. John the Baptist to the translation of St. Benedict."

In 1279 it is reported how, at Whitsuntide a man wheeled his wife,

whose life was despaired of, from the parish of Saint Bride's in Fleet

Street, London, all the way to Evesham in a wheelbarrow, to visit

"Saint Simon's" relics.

For this brief account of the de Montfort miracles I am indebted to a

paper by Mr. Oswald G. Knapp, and from the same source I transcribe

the following translation of a hymn written in honour of the reputed

"saint and martyr" which concludes the ancient chronicle:--

"Hail, de Montfort, martyr glorious!

Noblest flower of chivalry!

O'er the pains of death victorious,

England's saviour, praise to thee.

More than all the saints in story,

Ere they gained their rest in glory,

Thou of cruel wrongs hast borne;

Foully foes thy corpse insulted,

O'er thy head and limbs exulted

From thy mangled body torn.

Once of wrongs the great redresser

Be thou now our intercessor,

Pray for us with God on high."

"Pray for us, blessed Simon, that we may be made worthy to obtain the

promises of Christ."

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