"I will not see him," said the king.
"My liege," exclaimed Athelwold, the old grey-headed counsellor we have mentioned, "permit one who loves you, as he loved your revered father, to entreat you to cease from this hopeless resistance. If you refuse to see him you are no longer a king."
"Then I will gladly abdicate."
"And become the scorn of Dunstan, and receive a retiring pension from Edgar, and put your hand between his, kneeling humbly and saying "I am your man.""
"No, no. Anything rather than that. Death first."
"All this may be averted with timely submission. Elgiva herself would not counsel you to sacrifice all for her."
"O Athelwold. my father, the only one of my father"s counsellors who has been faithful to his firstborn, what can I do? She is dearer to me than life."
"But not than honour. You have both erred, both disobeyed the law of the Church, both forgotten the example due from those in high places."
"Tell Odo to enter," exclaimed Edwy.
The archbishop was close at hand, patiently awaiting the answer to his demand, yet determined, in case of a refusal, to take his pastoral staff in his hand and enter the council room, announced or not. A more determined priest had never occupied the primacy, yet he was benevolent as determined, and, as we have mentioned, was known as Odo the Good amongst the poor. Stern and unyielding to the vices of the rich, he was gentle as a parent to the repentant sinner.
He had p.r.o.nounced, as we have seen, the lesser excommunication,[x.x.xi]
in consequence of Edwy"s refusal to put away Elgiva, immediately after the coronation; since which the guilty pair had never communicated at the altar, or even attended ma.s.s. Their lives had been practically irreligious, nay idolatrous, for they had been G.o.ds to each other.
And now, in the full pomp of the archiepiscopal attire, with the mitre of St. Augustine on his head and the crozier in his hand, Odo advanced, like one who felt his divine mission, to the centre of the room. His cross bearer and other attendants remained in the antechamber.
"What dost thou seek, rude priest?" said Edwy.
"I am come in the Name of Him Whose laws thou hast broken, and speak to thee as the Baptist to Herod. Put away this woman, for it is not lawful for thee to have her."
"And would I could reply to thee as the holy fox Dunstan once informed me Herod replied to the insolent Baptist, and send thine head on a charger to Elgiva."
"My lord! my liege! my king! Remember his sacred office," remonstrated the counsellors.
"Peace, my lords. His threats or his blandishments would alike fail to move me. The blood of Englishmen slain in civil war--if indeed any are found to fight for an excommunicate king--is that which I seek to avert.
"In the Name of my Master, Whom thou hast defied, O king, I offer thee thy choice. Thou must put away thy concubine, or thou shalt sustain the greater excommunication, when it will become unlawful for Christian people even to speak with thee, or wish thee G.o.d speed, lest they be partakers of thy evil deeds."
"My lord, you must yield," whispered Cynewulf.
"Son of the n.o.ble Edmund, thou must save thy father"s name from disgrace."
"I cannot, will not, do Elgiva this foul wrong. I tell thee, priest, that if thy benediction has never been p.r.o.nounced upon our union, we are man and wife before heaven."
"I await your answer," said Odo. "Am I to understand you choose the fearful penalty of excommunication?"
"Nay! nay! he does not; he cannot," cried the counsellors. "Your holiness!--father!--in the king"s name we yield!"
"You are all cowards and traitors! Let him do what he will, I cannot yield."
"Then, my lord king, I must proceed," said Odo. "You have not only acted wickedly in this matter, but you have misgoverned the people committed to your charge, and broken every clause of your coronation oath. First, you have not given the Church of G.o.d peace, or preserved her from molestation, but have yourself ravaged her lands, and even slain her servants with the sword; one, specially honoured of G.o.d, you sought to slay, sending that wicked man, who has been called by fire to his judgment, to execute your impious will."
"That holy fox Dunstan! Would Redwald had slain him!" muttered Edwy.
"Secondly," continued Odo, not heeding the interruption, "so far from preventing thefts and fraud in all manner of men, you have maintained notorious oppressors amongst your officers, and in your own person you have broken the oath; for did you not even rob your aged grandmother, and consume her substance in riotous living?"
"What could the old woman do with it all?"
"Thirdly, you have not maintained justice in your judicial proceedings, but have spent all your time, like Rehoboam of old, with the young and giddy, and in chastising your people with scorpions."
"Would I had a scorpion to chastise you! This is unbearable.
"My lords and counsellors, have you not a word to say for me?"
"Alas!" said Athelwold, "it is all too true; but give up Elgiva now, and all will be well!"
"It will be at least the beginning of reformation," said Odo.
"And the end, I suppose," said Edwy, "will be that I shall shave my head like a monk, banquet sumptuously upon herbs and water, spend three-fourths of the day singing psalms through my nose, wear a hair shirt, look as starved as a weasel, and at last, after sundry combats with the devil, pinch his nose, and go off to heaven in all the odour of sanct.i.ty. Go and preach all this to Edgar; I am not fool enough to listen to it. You have got him to be your obedient slave and va.s.sal; you have bought him, body and soul, and the price has been Mercia, and now you want to add Wess.e.x. Well, I wish you joy of him, and him of you all; for my part, if I could do it, I would restore the worship of Odin and Thor, and offer you priests as b.l.o.o.d.y sacrifices to him: I would!"
"Peace, my lord and king! peace! this is horrible." said Athelwold.
"Horrible!" said another. "He is possessed. My lord Odo, you had better exorcise him."
But Edwy had given way--he was young--and burst into a pa.s.sionate fit of weeping, his royal dignity all forgotten.
"Give him time! give him time, father!" said they all.
"One day; he must then submit, or I must do my duty; I have no choice-- none," replied the archbishop.
And the council sadly broke up; but Athelwold sought a private interview with Elgiva.
It was the evening of the same day, and the fair Elgiva sat alone in her apartment, into which the westering sun was casting his last beams of liquid light; tears had stained her cheeks and reddened her eyes, but she looked beautiful as ever, like the poet"s or painter"s conception of the G.o.ddess of love. Around her were numerous evidences of a woman"s delicate tastes, of tastes too in advance of her day. The harp, which Edwy had given her the day of their inauspicious union, stood in one corner of the apartment; richly ornamented ma.n.u.scripts lay scattered about--not, as usual, legends of the saints, and breviaries, but the writings of the heathen poets, especially those who sang most of love: for she was learned in such lore.
At last the well-known step was heard approaching, and her heart beat violently. Edwy entered, his face bearing the traces of his mental struggle; he threw himself down upon a couch, and did not speak for some few moments. She arose and stood beside him.
"Edwy, my lord, you are ill at ease."
"I am indeed, Elgiva; oh! if you knew what I have had to endure this day!"
"I know it all, my Edwy; you cannot sacrifice your Elgiva, but she can sacrifice herself."
"Elgiva! what do you mean?"
"You have to choose between your country and your wife; she has made the choice for you."
Here she strove violently to repress her emotion.
"Elgiva! you shall never go--never, never--it will break my heart."
"It will break mine; but better hearts should break than that civil war should desolate our country, or that you should be dethroned."