"The fiend forfend," said the grim Earl, "that a foreign prince should sway England"s King, or that thegn and earl should ask other backing than leal service and just cause. If Edward be the saint men call him, he will loose me on the h.e.l.l-wolf, without other cry than his own conscience."
The Duke turned inquiringly to Rolf; who, thus appealed to, said: "Siward urges my uncle to espouse the cause of Malcolm of c.u.mbria against the b.l.o.o.d.y tyrant Macbeth; and but for the disputes with the traitor G.o.dwin, the King had long since turned his arms to Scotland."
"Call not traitors, young man," said the Earl, in high disdain, "those who, with all their faults and crimes, have placed thy kinsman on the throne of Canute."
"Hush, Rolf," said the Duke, observing the fierce young Norman about to reply hastily. "But methought, though my knowledge of English troubles is but scant, that Siward was the sworn foe to G.o.dwin?"
"Foe to him in his power, friend to him in his wrongs," answered Siward. "And if England needs defenders when I and G.o.dwin are in our shrouds, there is but one man worthy of the days of old, and his name is Harold, the outlaw."
William"s face changed remarkably, despite all his dissimulation; and, with a slight inclination of his head, he strode on moody and irritated.
"This Harold! this Harold!" he muttered to himself, "all brave men speak to me of this Harold! Even my Norman knights name him with reluctant reverence, and even his foes do him honour;--verily his shadow is cast from exile over all the land."
Thus murmuring, he pa.s.sed the throng with less than his wonted affable grace, and pushing back the officers who wished to precede him, entered, without ceremony, Edward"s private chamber.
The King was alone, but talking loudly to himself, gesticulating vehemently, and altogether so changed from his ordinary placid apathy of mien, that William drew back in alarm and awe. Often had he heard indirectly, that of late years Edward was said to see visions, and be rapt from himself into the world of spirit and shadow; and such, he now doubted not, was the strange paroxysm of which he was made the witness. Edward"s eyes were fixed on him, but evidently without recognising his presence; the King"s hands were outstretched, and he cried aloud in a voice of sharp anguish: "Sanguelac, Sanguelac!--the Lake of Blood!--the waves spread, the waves redden! Mother of mercy--where is the ark?--where the Ararat?-- Fly--fly--this way--this--" and he caught convulsive hold of William"s arm. "No! there the corpses are piled--high and higher--there the horse of the Apocalypse tramples the dead in their gore."
In great horror, William took the King, now gasping on his breast, in his arms, and laid him on his bed, beneath its canopy of state, all blazoned with the martlets and cross of his insignia. Slowly Edward came to himself, with heavy sighs; and when at length he sate up and looked round, it was with evident unconsciousness of what had pa.s.sed across his haggard and wandering spirit, for he said, with his usual drowsy calmness: "Thanks, Guillaume, bien aime, for rousing me from unseasoned sleep. How fares it with thee?"
"Nay, how with thee, dear friend and king? thy dreams have been troubled."
"Not so; I slept so heavily, methinks I could not have dreamed at all. But thou art clad as for a journey--spur on thy heel, staff in thy hand!"
"Long since, O dear host, I sent Odo to tell thee of the ill news from Normandy that compelled me to depart."
"I remember--I remember me now," said Edward, pa.s.sing his pale womanly fingers over his forehead. "The heathen rage against thee. Ah! my poor brother, a crown is an awful head-gear. While yet time, why not both seek some quiet convent, and put away these earthly cares?"
William smiled and shook his head. "Nay, holy Edward, from all I have seen of convents, it is a dream to think that the monk"s serge hides a calmer breast than the warrior"s mail, or the king"s ermine. Now give me thy benison, for I go."
He knelt as he spoke, and Edward bent his hands over his head, and blessed him. Then, taking from his own neck a collar of zimmes (jewels and uncut gems), of great price, the King threw it over the broad throat bent before him, and rising, clapped his hands. A small door opened, giving a glimpse of the oratory within, and a monk appeared.
"Father, have my behests been fulfilled?--hath Hugoline, my treasurer, dispensed the gifts that I spoke of?"
"Verily yes; vault, coffer, and garde-robe--stall and meuse.-are well nigh drained," answered the monk, with a sour look at the Norman, whose native avarice gleamed in his dark eyes as he heard the answer.
"Thy train go not hence empty-handed," said Edward fondly. "Thy father"s halls sheltered the exile, and the exile forgets not the sole pleasure of a king--the power to requite. We may never meet again, William,--age creeps over me, and who will succeed to my th.o.r.n.y throne?" William longed to answer,--to tell the hope that consumed him,--to remind his cousin of the vague promise in their youth, that the Norman Count should succeed to that "th.o.r.n.y throne:" but the presence of the Saxon monk repelled him, nor was there in Edward"s uneasy look much to allure him on.
"But peace," continued the King, "be between thine and mine, as between thee and me!"
"Amen," said the Duke, "and I leave thee at least free from the proud rebels who so long disturbed thy reign. This House of G.o.dwin, thou wilt not again let it tower above thy palace?"
"Nay, the future is with G.o.d and his saints;" answered Edward, feebly. "But G.o.dwin is old--older than I, and bowed by many storms."
"Ay, his sons are more to be dreaded and kept aloof--mostly Harold!"
"Harold,--he was ever obedient, he alone of his kith; truly my soul mourns for Harold," said the King, sighing.
"The serpent"s egg hatches but the serpent. Keep thy heel on it," said William, sternly.
"Thou speakest well," said the irresolute prince, who never seemed three days or three minutes together in the same mind. "Harold is in Ireland--there let him rest: better for all."
"For all," said the Duke; "so the saints keep thee, O royal saint!"
He kissed the King"s hand, and strode away to the hall where Odo, Fitzosborne, and the priest Lanfranc awaited him. And so that day, halfway towards the fair town of Dover, rode Duke William, and by the side of his roan barb ambled the priest"s palfrey.
Behind came his gallant train, and with tumbrils and sumpter-mules laden with baggage, and enriched by Edward"s gifts; while Welch hawks, and steeds of great price from the pastures of Surrey and the plains of Cambridge and York, attested no less acceptably than zimme, and golden chain, and embroidered robe, the munificence of the grateful King. [68]
As they journeyed on, and the fame of the Duke"s coming was sent abroad by the bodes or messengers, despatched to prepare the towns through which he was to pa.s.s for an arrival sooner than expected, the more highborn youths of England, especially those of the party counter to that of the banished G.o.dwin, came round the ways to gaze upon that famous chief, who, from the age of fifteen, had wielded the most redoubtable sword of Christendom. And those youths wore the Norman garb: and in the towns, Norman counts held his stirrup to dismount, and Norman hosts spread the fastidious board; and when, at the eve of the next day, William saw the pennon of one of his own favourite chiefs waving in the van of armed men, that sallied forth from the towers of Dover (the key of the coast) he turned to the Lombard, still by his side, and said: "Is not England part of Normandy already?"
And the Lombard answered: "The fruit is well nigh ripe, and the first breeze will shake it to thy feet. Put not out thy hand too soon. Let the wind do its work."
And the Duke made reply: "As thou thinkest, so think I. And there is but one wind in the halls of heaven that can waft the fruit to the feet of another."
"And that?" asked the Lombard.
"Is the wind that blows from the sh.o.r.es of Ireland, when it fills the sails of Harold, son of G.o.dwin."
"Thou fearest that man, and why?" asked the Lombard with interest.
And the Duke answered: "Because in the breast of Harold beats the heart of England."
BOOK III.
THE HOUSE OF G.o.dWIN.
CHAPTER I.
And all went to the desire of Duke William the Norman. With one hand he curbed his proud va.s.sals, and drove back his fierce foes. With the other, he led to the altar Matilda, the maid of Flanders; and all happened as Lanfranc had foretold. William"s most formidable enemy, the King of France, ceased to conspire against his new kinsman; and the neighbouring princes said, "The b.a.s.t.a.r.d hath become one of us since he placed by his side the descendant of Charlemagne." And Mauger, Archbishop of Rouen, excommunicated the Duke and his bride, and the ban fell idle; for Lanfranc sent from Rome the Pope"s dispensation and blessing [69], conditionally only that bride and bridegroom founded each a church. And Mauger was summoned before the synod, and accused of unclerical crimes; and they deposed him from his state, and took from him abbacies and sees. And England every day waxed more and more Norman; and Edward grew more feeble and infirm, and there seemed not a barrier between the Norman Duke and the English throne, when suddenly the wind blew in the halls of heaven, and filled the sails of Harold the Earl.
And his ships came to the mouth of the Severn. And the people of Somerset and Devon, a mixed and mainly a Celtic race, who bore small love to the Saxons, drew together against him, and he put them to flight. [70]
Meanwhile, G.o.dwin and his sons Sweyn, Tostig, and Gurth, who had taken refuge in that very Flanders from which William the Duke had won his bride,--(for Tostig had wed, previously, the sister of Matilda, the rose of Flanders; and Count Baldwin had, for his sons-in-law, both Tostig and William,)--meanwhile, I say, these, not holpen by the Count Baldwin, but helping themselves, lay at Bruges, ready to join Harold the Earl. And Edward, advised of this from the anxious Norman, caused forty ships [71] to be equipped, and put them under command of Rolf, Earl of Hereford. The ships lay at Sandwich in wait for G.o.dwin. But the old Earl got from them, and landed quietly on the southern coast. And the fort of Hastings opened to his coming with a shout from its armed men.
All the boatmen, all the mariners, far and near, thronged to him, with sail and with shield, with sword and with oar. All Kent (the foster- mother of the Saxons) sent forth the cry, "Life or death with Earl G.o.dwin." [72] Fast over the length and breadth of the land, went the bodes [73] and riders of the Earl; and hosts, with one voice, answered the cry of the children of Horsa, "Life or death with Earl G.o.dwin." And the ships of King Edward, in dismay, turned flag and prow to London, and the fleet of Harold sailed on. So the old Earl met his young son on the deck of a war-ship, that had once borne the Raven of the Dane.
Swelled and gathering sailed the armament of the English men. Slow up the Thames it sailed, and on either sh.o.r.e marched tumultuous the swarming mult.i.tudes. And King Edward sent after more help, but it came up very late. So the fleet of the Earl nearly faced the Julliet Keape of London, and abode at Southwark till the flood-tide came up. When he had mustered his host, then came the flood tide. [74]
CHAPTER II.
King Edward sate, not on his throne, but on a chair of state, in the presence-chamber of his palace of Westminster. His diadem, with the three zimmes shaped into a triple trefoil [75] on his brow, his sceptre in his right hand. His royal robe, tight to the throat, with a broad band of gold, flowed to his feet; and at the fold gathered round the left knee, where now the kings of England wear the badge of St. George, was embroidered a simple cross [76]. In that chamber met the thegns and proceres of his realm; but not they alone. No national Witan there a.s.sembled, but a council of war, composed at least one third part of Normans--counts, knights, prelates, and abbots of high degree.
And King Edward looked a king! The habitual lethargic meekness had vanished from his face, and the large crown threw a shadow, like a frown, over his brow. His spirit seemed to have risen from the weight it took from the sluggish blood of his father, Ethelred the Unready, and to have remounted to the brighter and earlier sources of ancestral heroes. Worthy in that hour he seemed to boast the blood and wield the sceptre of Athelstan and Alfred. [77]
Thus spoke the King: "Right worthy and beloved, my ealdermen, earls, and thegns of England; n.o.ble and familiar, my friends and guests, counts and chevaliers of Normandy, my mother"s land; and you, our spiritual chiefs, above all ties of birth and country, Christendom your common appanage, and from Heaven your seignories and fiefs,--hear the words of Edward, the King of England under grace of the Most High. The rebels are in our river; open yonder lattice, and you will see the piled shields glittering from their barks, and hear the hum of their hosts. Not a bow has yet been drawn, not a sword left its sheath; yet on the opposite side of the river are our fleets of forty sail--along the strand, between our palace and the gates of London, are arrayed our armies. And this pause because G.o.dwin the traitor hath demanded truce and his nuncius waits without. Are ye willing that we should hear the message? or would ye rather that we dismiss the messenger unheard, and pa.s.s at once, to rank and to sail, the war-cry of a Christian king, "Holy Crosse and our Lady!""
The King ceased, his left hand grasping firm the leopard head carved on his throne, and his sceptre untrembling in his lifted hand.
A murmur of Notre Dame, Notre Dame, the war-cry of the Normans, was heard amongst the stranger-knights of the audience; but haughty and arrogant as those strangers were, no one presumed to take precedence, in England"s danger, of men English born.
Slowly then rose Alred, Bishop of Winchester, the worthiest prelate in all the land. [78]
"Kingly son," said the bishop, "evil is the strife between men of the same blood and lineage, nor justified but by extremes, which have not yet been made clear to us. And ill would it sound throughout England were it said that the King"s council gave, perchance, his city of London to sword and fire, and rent his land in twain, when a word in season might have disbanded yon armies, and given to your throne a submissive subject, where now you are menaced by a formidable rebel. Wherefore, I say, admit the nuncius."
Scarcely had Alred resumed his seat, before Robert the Norman prelate of Canterbury started up,--a man, it was said, of worldly learning-- and exclaimed: "To admit the messenger is to approve the treason. I do beseech the King to consult only his own royal heart and royal honour. Reflect-- each moment of delay swells the rebel hosts, strengthens their cause; of each moment they avail themselves to allure to their side the misguided citizens. Delay but proves our own weakness; a king"s name is a tower of strength, but only when fortified by a king"s authority. Give the signal for--war I call it not--no--for chastis.e.m.e.nt and justice."
"As speaks my brother of Canterbury, speak I," said William, Bishop of London, another Norman.
But then there rose up a form at whose rising all murmurs were hushed.
Grey and vast, as some image of a gone and mightier age towered over all, Siward, the son of Beorn, the great Earl of Northumbria.
"We have naught to do with the Normans. Were they on the river, and our countrymen, Dane or Saxon, alone in this hall, small doubt of the King"s choice, and niddering were the man who spoke of peace; but when Norman advises the dwellers of England to go forth and slay each other, no sword of mine shall be drawn at his hest. Who shall say that Siward of the Strong Arm, the grandson of the Berserker, ever turned from a foe? The foe, son of Ethelred, sits in these halls; I fight thy battles when I say Nay to the Norman! Brothers-in-arms of the kindred race and common tongue, Dane and Saxon long intermingled, proud alike of Canute the glorious and Alfred the wise, ye will hear the man whom G.o.dwin, our countryman, sends to us; he at least will speak our tongue, and he knows our laws. If the demand he delivers be just, such as a king should grant, and our Witan should hear, woe to him who refuses; if unjust be the demand, shame to him who accedes. Warrior sends to warrior, countryman to countryman; hear we as countrymen, and judge as warriors. I have said."
The utmost excitement and agitation followed the speech of Siward,-- unanimous applause from the Saxons, even those who in times of peace were most under the Norman contagion; but no words can paint the wrath and scorn of the Normans. They spoke loud and many at a time; the greatest disorder prevailed. But the majority being English, there could be no doubt as to the decision; and Edward, to whom the emergence gave both a dignity and presence of mind rare to him, resolved to terminate the dispute at once. He stretched forth his sceptre, and motioning to his chamberlain, bade him introduce the nuncius. [79]
A blank disappointment, not unmixed with apprehensive terror, succeeded the turbulent excitement of the Normans; for well they knew that the consequences, if not condition, of negotiations, would be their own downfall and banishment at the least;--happy, it might be, to escape ma.s.sacre at the hands of the exasperated mult.i.tude.
The door at the end of the room opened, and the nuncius appeared. He was a st.u.r.dy, broad-shouldered man, of middle age, and in the long loose garb originally national with the Saxon, though then little in vogue; his beard thick and fair, his eyes grey and calm--a chief of Kent, where all the prejudices of his race were strongest, and whose yeomanry claimed in war the hereditary right to be placed in the front of battle.
He made his manly but deferential salutation to the august council as he approached; and, pausing midway between the throne and door, he fell on his knees without thought of shame, for the King to whom he knelt was the descendant of Woden, and the heir of Hengist. At a sign and a brief word from the King, still on his knees, Vebba, the Kentman, spoke.
"To Edward, son of Ethelred, his most gracious king and lord, G.o.dwin, son of Wolnoth, sends faithful and humble greeting, by Vebba, the thegn-born. He prays the King to hear him in kindness, and judge of him with mercy. Not against the King comes he hither with ships and arms; but against those only who would stand between the King"s heart and the subject"s: those who have divided a house against itself, and parted son and father, man and wife."
At those last words Edward"s sceptre trembled in this hand, and his face grew almost stern.
"Of the King, G.o.dwin but prays with all submiss and earnest prayer, to reverse the unrighteous outlawry against him and his; to restore him and his sons their just possessions and well-won honours; and, more than all, to replace them where they have sought by loving service not unworthily to stand, in the grace of their born lord and in the van of those who would uphold the laws and liberties of England. This done-- the ships sail back to their haven; the thegn seeks his homestead and the ceorl returns to the plough; for with G.o.dwin are no strangers; and his force is but the love of his countrymen."
"Hast thou said?" quoth the King.
"I have said."
"Retire, and await our answer."
The Thegn of Kent was then led back into an ante-room, in which, armed from head to heel in ring-mail, were several Normans whose youth or station did not admit them into the council, but still of no mean interest in the discussion, from the lands and possessions they had already contrived to gripe out of the demesnes of the exiles;--burning for battle and eager for the word. Amongst these was Mallet de Graville.
The Norman valour of this young knight was, as we have seen, guided by Norman intelligence; and he had not disdained, since William"s departure, to study the tongue of the country in which he hoped to exchange his mortgaged tower on the Seine, for some fair barony on the Humber or the Thames.
While the rest of his proud countrymen stood aloof, with eyes of silent scorn, from the homely nuncius, Mallet approached him with courteous bearing, and said in Saxon: "May I crave to know the issue of thy message from the reb--that is from the doughty Earl?"
"I wait to learn it," said Vebba, bluffly.
"They heard thee throughout, then?"
"Throughout."
"Friendly Sir," said the Sire de Graville, seeking to subdue the tone of irony habitual to him, and acquired, perhaps, from his maternal ancestry, the Franks. "Friendly and peace-making Sir, dare I so far venture to intrude on the secrets of thy mission as to ask if G.o.dwin demands, among other reasonable items, the head of thy humble servant --not by name indeed, for my name is as yet unknown to him--but as one of the unhappy cla.s.s called Normans?"
"Had Earl G.o.dwin," returned the nuncius, "thought fit to treat for peace by asking vengeance, he would have chosen another spokesman. The Earl asks but his own; and thy head is not, I trow, a part of his goods and chattels."
"That is comforting," said Mallet. "Marry, I thank thee, Sir Saxon; and thou speakest like a brave man and an honest. And if we fall to blows, as I suspect we shall, I should deem it a favour of our Lady the Virgin if she send thee across my way. Next to a fair friend I love a bold foe."
Vebba smiled, for he liked the sentiment, and the tone and air of the young knight pleased his rough mind, despite his prejudices against the stranger.
Encouraged by the smile, Mallet seated himself on the corner of the long table that skirted the room, and with a debonnair gesture invited Vebba to do the same; then looking at him gravely, he resumed: "So frank and courteous thou art, Sir Envoy, that I yet intrude on thee my ignorant and curious questions."
"Speak out, Norman."
"How comes it, then, that you English so love this Earl G.o.dwin?--Still more, why think you it right and proper that King Edward should love him too? It is a question I have often asked, and to which I am not likely in these halls to get answer satisfactory. If I know aught of your troublous history, this same Earl has changed sides oft eno"; first for the Saxon, then for Canute the Dane--Canute dies, and your friend takes up arms for the Saxon again. He yields to the advice of your Witan, and sides with Hardicanute and Harold, the Danes--a letter, nathless, is written as from Emma, the mother to the young Saxon princes, Edward and Alfred, inviting them over to England, and promising aid; the saints protect Edward, who continues to say aves in Normandy--Alfred comes over, Earl G.o.dwin meets him, and, unless belied, does him homage, and swears to him faith. Nay, listen yet. This G.o.dwin, whom ye love so, then leads Alfred and his train into the ville of Guildford, I think ye call it,--fair quarters enow. At the dead of the night rush in King Harold"s men, seize prince and follower, six hundred men in all; and next morning, saving only every tenth man, they are tortured and put to death. The prince is born off to London, and shortly afterwards his eyes are torn out in the Islet of Ely, and he dies of the anguish! That ye should love Earl G.o.dwin withal may be strange, but yet possible. But is it possible, cher Envoy, for the King to love the man who thus betrayed his brother to the shambles?"
"All this is a Norman fable," said the Thegn of Kent, with a disturbed visage; "and G.o.dwin cleared himself on oath of all share in the foul murder of Alfred."
"The oath, I have heard, was backed," said the knight drily, "by a present to Hardicanute, who after the death of King Harold resolved to avenge the black butchery; a present, I say, of a gilt ship, manned by fourscore warriors with gold-hilted swords, and gilt helms.--But let this pa.s.s."
"Let it pa.s.s," echoed Vebba with a sigh. "b.l.o.o.d.y were those times, and unholy their secrets."
"Yet answer me still, why love you Earl G.o.dwin? He hath changed sides from party to party, and in each change won lordships and lands. He is ambitious and grasping, ye all allow; for the ballads sung in your streets liken him to the thorn and the bramble, at which the sheep leaves his wool. He is haughty and overbearing. Tell me, O Saxon, frank Saxon, why you love G.o.dwin the Earl? Fain would I know; for, please the saints (and you and your Earl so permitting), I mean to live and die in this merrie England; and it would be pleasant to learn that I have but to do as Earl G.o.dwin, in order to win love from the English."
The stout Vebba looked perplexed; but after stroking his beard thoughtfully, he answered thus: "Though of Kent, and therefore in his earldom, I am not one of G.o.dwin"s especial party; for that reason was I chosen his bode. Those who are under him doubtless love a chief liberal to give and strong to protect. The old age of a great leader gathers reverence, as an oak gathers moss. But to me, and those like me, living peaceful at home, shunning courts, and tempting not broils, G.o.dwin the man is not dear-- it is G.o.dwin the thing."
"Though I do my best to know your language," said the knight, "ye have phrases that might puzzle King Solomon. What meanest thou by "G.o.dwin the thing"?"
"That which to us G.o.dwin only seems to uphold. We love justice; whatever his offences, G.o.dwin was banished unjustly. We love our laws; G.o.dwin was dishonoured by maintaining them. We love England, and are devoured by strangers; G.o.dwin"s cause is England"s, and-- stranger, forgive me for not concluding."
Then examining the young Norman with a look of rough compa.s.sion, he laid his large hand upon the knight"s shoulder and whispered: "Take my advice--and fly."
"Fly!" said De Graville, reddening. "Is it to fly, think you, that I have put on my mail, and girded my sword?"
"Vain--vain! Wasps are fierce, but the swarm is doomed when the straw is kindled. I tell you this--fly in time, and you are safe; but let the King be so misguided as to count on arms, and strive against yon mult.i.tude, and verily before nightfall not one Norman will be found alive within ten miles of the city. Look to it, youth! Perhaps thou hast a mother--let her not mourn a son!"
Before the Norman could shape into Saxon sufficiently polite and courtly his profound and indignant disdain of the counsel, his sense of the impertinence with which his shoulder had been profaned, and his mother"s son had been warned, the nuncius was again summoned into the presence-chamber. Nor did he return into the ante-room, but conducted forthwith from the council--his brief answer received--to the stairs of the palace, he reached the boat in which he had come, and was rowed back to the ship that held the Earl and his sons.