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    Ch. 15 - Henry the Third

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    ENGLAND UNDER HENRY THE THIRD, CALLED, OF WINCHESTER

    IF any of the English Barons remembered the murdered Arthur's
    sister, Eleanor the fair maid of Brittany, shut up in her convent
    at Bristol, none among them spoke of her now, or maintained her
    right to the Crown. The dead Usurper's eldest boy, HENRY by name,
    was taken by the Earl of Pembroke, the Marshal of England, to the
    city of Gloucester, and there crowned in great haste when he was
    only ten years old. As the Crown itself had been lost with the
    King's treasure in the raging water, and as there was no time to
    make another, they put a circle of plain gold upon his head
    instead. 'We have been the enemies of this child's father,' said
    Lord Pembroke, a good and true gentleman, to the few Lords who were
    present, 'and he merited our ill-will; but the child himself is
    innocent, and his youth demands our friendship and protection.'
    Those Lords felt tenderly towards the little boy, remembering their
    own young children; and they bowed their heads, and said, 'Long
    live King Henry the Third!'

    Next, a great council met at Bristol, revised Magna Charta, and
    made Lord Pembroke Regent or Protector of England, as the King was
    too young to reign alone. The next thing to be done, was to get
    rid of Prince Louis of France, and to win over those English Barons
    who were still ranged under his banner. He was strong in many
    parts of England, and in London itself; and he held, among other
    places, a certain Castle called the Castle of Mount Sorel, in
    Leicestershire. To this fortress, after some skirmishing and
    truce-making, Lord Pembroke laid siege. Louis despatched an army
    of six hundred knights and twenty thousand soldiers to relieve it.
    Lord Pembroke, who was not strong enough for such a force, retired
    with all his men. The army of the French Prince, which had marched
    there with fire and plunder, marched away with fire and plunder,
    and came, in a boastful swaggering manner, to Lincoln. The town
    submitted; but the Castle in the town, held by a brave widow lady,
    named NICHOLA DE CAMVILLE (whose property it was), made such a
    sturdy resistance, that the French Count in command of the army of
    the French Prince found it necessary to besiege this Castle. While
    he was thus engaged, word was brought to him that Lord Pembroke,
    with four hundred knights, two hundred and fifty men with cross-
    bows, and a stout force both of horse and foot, was marching
    towards him. 'What care I?' said the French Count. 'The
    Englishman is not so mad as to attack me and my great army in a
    walled town!' But the Englishman did it for all that, and did it -
    not so madly but so wisely, that he decoyed the great army into the
    narrow, ill-paved lanes and byways of Lincoln, where its horse-
    soldiers could not ride in any strong body; and there he made such
    havoc with them, that the whole force surrendered themselves
    prisoners, except the Count; who said that he would never yield to
    any English traitor alive, and accordingly got killed. The end of
    this victory, which the English called, for a joke, the Fair of
    Lincoln, was the usual one in those times - the common men were
    slain without any mercy, and the knights and gentlemen paid ransom
    and went home.

    The wife of Louis, the fair BLANCHE OF CASTILE, dutifully equipped
    a fleet of eighty good ships, and sent it over from France to her
    husband's aid. An English fleet of forty ships, some good and some
    bad, gallantly met them near the mouth of the Thames, and took or
    sunk sixty-five in one fight. This great loss put an end to the
    French Prince's hopes. A treaty was made at Lambeth, in virtue of
    which the English Barons who had remained attached to his cause
    returned to their allegiance, and it was engaged on both sides that
    the Prince and all his troops should retire peacefully to France.
    It was time to go; for war had made him so poor that he was obliged
    to borrow money from the citizens of London to pay his expenses
    home.

    Lord Pembroke afterwards applied himself to governing the country
    justly, and to healing the quarrels and disturbances that had
    arisen among men in the days of the bad King John. He caused Magna
    Charta to be still more improved, and so amended the Forest Laws
    that a Peasant was no longer put to death for killing a stag in a
    Royal Forest, but was only imprisoned. It would have been well for
    England if it could have had so good a Protector many years longer,
    but that was not to be. Within three years after the young King's
    Coronation, Lord Pembroke died; and you may see his tomb, at this
    day, in the old Temple Church in London.

    The Protectorship was now divided. PETER DE ROCHES, whom King John
    had made Bishop of Winchester, was entrusted with the care of the
    person of the young sovereign; and the exercise of the Royal
    authority was confided to EARL HUBERT DE BURGH. These two
    personages had from the first no liking for each other, and soon
    became enemies. When the young King was declared of age, Peter de
    Roches, finding that Hubert increased in power and favour, retired
    discontentedly, and went abroad. For nearly ten years afterwards
    Hubert had full sway alone.

    But ten years is a long time to hold the favour of a King. This
    King, too, as he grew up, showed a strong resemblance to his
    father, in feebleness, inconsistency, and irresolution. The best
    that can be said of him is that he was not cruel. De Roches coming
    home again, after ten years, and being a novelty, the King began to
    favour him and to look coldly on Hubert. Wanting money besides,
    and having made Hubert rich, he began to dislike Hubert. At last
    he was made to believe, or pretended to believe, that Hubert had
    misappropriated some of the Royal treasure; and ordered him to
    furnish an account of all he had done in his administration.
    Besides which, the foolish charge was brought against Hubert that
    he had made himself the King's favourite by magic. Hubert very
    well knowing that he could never defend himself against such
    nonsense, and that his old enemy must be determined on his ruin,
    instead of answering the charges fled to Merton Abbey. Then the
    King, in a violent passion, sent for the Mayor of London, and said
    to the Mayor, 'Take twenty thousand citizens, and drag me Hubert de
    Burgh out of that abbey, and bring him here.' The Mayor posted off
    to do it, but the Archbishop of Dublin (who was a friend of
    Hubert's) warning the King that an abbey was a sacred place, and
    that if he committed any violence there, he must answer for it to
    the Church, the King changed his mind and called the Mayor back,
    and declared that Hubert should have four months to prepare his
    defence, and should be safe and free during that time.

    Hubert, who relied upon the King's word, though I think he was old
    enough to have known better, came out of Merton Abbey upon these
    conditions, and journeyed away to see his wife: a Scottish
    Princess who was then at St. Edmund's-Bury.

    Almost as soon as he had departed from the Sanctuary, his enemies
    persuaded the weak King to send out one SIR GODFREY DE CRANCUMB,
    who commanded three hundred vagabonds called the Black Band, with
    orders to seize him. They came up with him at a little town in
    Essex, called Brentwood, when he was in bed. He leaped out of bed,
    got out of the house, fled to the church, ran up to the altar, and
    laid his hand upon the cross. Sir Godfrey and the Black Band,
    caring neither for church, altar, nor cross, dragged him forth to
    the church door, with their drawn swords flashing round his head,
    and sent for a Smith to rivet a set of chains upon him. When the
    Smith (I wish I knew his name!) was brought, all dark and swarthy
    with the smoke of his forge, and panting with the speed he had
    made; and the Black Band, falling aside to show him the Prisoner,
    cried with a loud uproar, 'Make the fetters heavy! make them
    strong!' the Smith dropped upon his knee - but not to the Black
    Band - and said, 'This is the brave Earl Hubert de Burgh, who
    fought at Dover Castle, and destroyed the French fleet, and has
    done his country much good service. You may kill me, if you like,
    but I will never make a chain for Earl Hubert de Burgh!'

    The Black Band never blushed, or they might have blushed at this.
    They knocked the Smith about from one to another, and swore at him,
    and tied the Earl on horseback, undressed as he was, and carried
    him off to the Tower of London. The Bishops, however, were so
    indignant at the violation of the Sanctuary of the Church, that the
    frightened King soon ordered the Black Band to take him back again;
    at the same time commanding the Sheriff of Essex to prevent his
    escaping out of Brentwood Church. Well! the Sheriff dug a deep
    trench all round the church, and erected a high fence, and watched
    the church night and day; the Black Band and their Captain watched
    it too, like three hundred and one black wolves. For thirty-nine
    days, Hubert de Burgh remained within. At length, upon the
    fortieth day, cold and hunger were too much for him, and he gave
    himself up to the Black Band, who carried him off, for the second
    time, to the Tower. When his trial came on, he refused to plead;
    but at last it was arranged that he should give up all the royal
    lands which had been bestowed upon him, and should be kept at the
    Castle of Devizes, in what was called 'free prison,' in charge of
    four knights appointed by four lords. There, he remained almost a
    year, until, learning that a follower of his old enemy the Bishop
    was made Keeper of the Castle, and fearing that he might be killed
    by treachery, he climbed the ramparts one dark night, dropped from
    the top of the high Castle wall into the moat, and coming safely to
    the ground, took refuge in another church. From this place he was
    delivered by a party of horse despatched to his help by some
    nobles, who were by this time in revolt against the King, and
    assembled in Wales. He was finally pardoned and restored to his
    estates, but he lived privately, and never more aspired to a high
    post in the realm, or to a high place in the King's favour. And
    thus end - more happily than the stories of many favourites of
    Kings - the adventures of Earl Hubert de Burgh.

    The nobles, who had risen in revolt, were stirred up to rebellion
    by the overbearing conduct of the Bishop of Winchester, who,
    finding that the King secretly hated the Great Charter which had
    been forced from his father, did his utmost to confirm him in that
    dislike, and in the preference he showed to foreigners over the
    English. Of this, and of his even publicly declaring that the
    Barons of England were inferior to those of France, the English
    Lords complained with such bitterness, that the King, finding them
    well supported by the clergy, became frightened for his throne, and
    sent away the Bishop and all his foreign associates. On his
    marriage, however, with ELEANOR, a French lady, the daughter of the
    Count of Provence, he openly favoured the foreigners again; and so
    many of his wife's relations came over, and made such an immense
    family-party at court, and got so many good things, and pocketed so
    much money, and were so high with the English whose money they
    pocketed, that the bolder English Barons murmured openly about a
    clause there was in the Great Charter, which provided for the
    banishment of unreasonable favourites. But, the foreigners only
    laughed disdainfully, and said, 'What are your English laws to us?'

    King Philip of France had died, and had been succeeded by Prince
    Louis, who had also died after a short reign of three years, and
    had been succeeded by his son of the same name - so moderate and
    just a man that he was not the least in the world like a King, as
    Kings went. ISABELLA, King Henry's mother, wished very much (for a
    certain spite she had) that England should make war against this
    King; and, as King Henry was a mere puppet in anybody's hands who
    knew how to manage his feebleness, she easily carried her point
    with him. But, the Parliament were determined to give him no money
    for such a war. So, to defy the Parliament, he packed up thirty
    large casks of silver - I don't know how he got so much; I dare say
    he screwed it out of the miserable Jews - and put them aboard ship,
    and went away himself to carry war into France: accompanied by his
    mother and his brother Richard, Earl of Cornwall, who was rich and
    clever. But he only got well beaten, and came home.

    The good-humour of the Parliament was not restored by this. They
    reproached the King with wasting the public money to make greedy
    foreigners rich, and were so stern with him, and so determined not
    to let him have more of it to waste if they could help it, that he
    was at his wit's end for some, and tried so shamelessly to get all
    he could from his subjects, by excuses or by force, that the people
    used to say the King was the sturdiest beggar in England. He took
    the Cross, thinking to get some money by that means; but, as it was
    very well known that he never meant to go on a crusade, he got
    none. In all this contention, the Londoners were particularly keen
    against the King, and the King hated them warmly in return. Hating
    or loving, however, made no difference; he continued in the same
    condition for nine or ten years, when at last the Barons said that
    if he would solemnly confirm their liberties afresh, the Parliament
    would vote him a large sum.

    As he readily consented, there was a great meeting held in
    Westminster Hall, one pleasant day in May, when all the clergy,
    dressed in their robes and holding every one of them a burning
    candle in his hand, stood up (the Barons being also there) while
    the Archbishop of Canterbury read the sentence of excommunication
    against any man, and all men, who should henceforth, in any way,
    infringe the Great Charter of the Kingdom. When he had done, they
    all put out their burning candles with a curse upon the soul of any
    one, and every one, who should merit that sentence. The King
    concluded with an oath to keep the Charter, 'As I am a man, as I am
    a Christian, as I am a Knight, as I am a King!'

    It was easy to make oaths, and easy to break them; and the King did
    both, as his father had done before him. He took to his old
    courses again when he was supplied with money, and soon cured of
    their weakness the few who had ever really trusted him. When his
    money was gone, and he was once more borrowing and begging
    everywhere with a meanness worthy of his nature, he got into a
    difficulty with the Pope respecting the Crown of Sicily, which the
    Pope said he had a right to give away, and which he offered to King
    Henry for his second son, PRINCE EDMUND. But, if you or I give
    away what we have not got, and what belongs to somebody else, it is
    likely that the person to whom we give it, will have some trouble
    in taking it. It was exactly so in this case. It was necessary to
    conquer the Sicilian Crown before it could be put upon young
    Edmund's head. It could not be conquered without money. The Pope
    ordered the clergy to raise money. The clergy, however, were not
    so obedient to him as usual; they had been disputing with him for
    some time about his unjust preference of Italian Priests in
    England; and they had begun to doubt whether the King's chaplain,
    whom he allowed to be paid for preaching in seven hundred churches,
    could possibly be, even by the Pope's favour, in seven hundred
    places at once. 'The Pope and the King together,' said the Bishop
    of London, 'may take the mitre off my head; but, if they do, they
    will find that I shall put on a soldier's helmet. I pay nothing.'
    The Bishop of Worcester was as bold as the Bishop of London, and
    would pay nothing either. Such sums as the more timid or more
    helpless of the clergy did raise were squandered away, without
    doing any good to the King, or bringing the Sicilian Crown an inch
    nearer to Prince Edmund's head. The end of the business was, that
    the Pope gave the Crown to the brother of the King of France (who
    conquered it for himself), and sent the King of England in, a bill
    of one hundred thousand pounds for the expenses of not having won
    it.

    The King was now so much distressed that we might almost pity him,
    if it were possible to pity a King so shabby and ridiculous. His
    clever brother, Richard, had bought the title of King of the Romans
    from the German people, and was no longer near him, to help him
    with advice. The clergy, resisting the very Pope, were in alliance
    with the Barons. The Barons were headed by SIMON DE MONTFORT, Earl
    of Leicester, married to King Henry's sister, and, though a
    foreigner himself, the most popular man in England against the
    foreign favourites. When the King next met his Parliament, the
    Barons, led by this Earl, came before him, armed from head to foot,
    and cased in armour. When the Parliament again assembled, in a
    month's time, at Oxford, this Earl was at their head, and the King
    was obliged to consent, on oath, to what was called a Committee of
    Government: consisting of twenty-four members: twelve chosen by
    the Barons, and twelve chosen by himself.

    But, at a good time for him, his brother Richard came back.
    Richard's first act (the Barons would not admit him into England on
    other terms) was to swear to be faithful to the Committee of
    Government - which he immediately began to oppose with all his
    might. Then, the Barons began to quarrel among themselves;
    especially the proud Earl of Gloucester with the Earl of Leicester,
    who went abroad in disgust. Then, the people began to be
    dissatisfied with the Barons, because they did not do enough for
    them. The King's chances seemed so good again at length, that he
    took heart enough - or caught it from his brother - to tell the
    Committee of Government that he abolished them - as to his oath,
    never mind that, the Pope said! - and to seize all the money in the
    Mint, and to shut himself up in the Tower of London. Here he was
    joined by his eldest son, Prince Edward; and, from the Tower, he
    made public a letter of the Pope's to the world in general,
    informing all men that he had been an excellent and just King for
    five-and-forty years.

    As everybody knew he had been nothing of the sort, nobody cared
    much for this document. It so chanced that the proud Earl of
    Gloucester dying, was succeeded by his son; and that his son,
    instead of being the enemy of the Earl of Leicester, was (for the
    time) his friend. It fell out, therefore, that these two Earls
    joined their forces, took several of the Royal Castles in the
    country, and advanced as hard as they could on London. The London
    people, always opposed to the King, declared for them with great
    joy. The King himself remained shut up, not at all gloriously, in
    the Tower. Prince Edward made the best of his way to Windsor
    Castle. His mother, the Queen, attempted to follow him by water;
    but, the people seeing her barge rowing up the river, and hating
    her with all their hearts, ran to London Bridge, got together a
    quantity of stones and mud, and pelted the barge as it came
    through, crying furiously, 'Drown the Witch! Drown her!' They
    were so near doing it, that the Mayor took the old lady under his
    protection, and shut her up in St. Paul's until the danger was
    past.

    It would require a great deal of writing on my part, and a great
    deal of reading on yours, to follow the King through his disputes
    with the Barons, and to follow the Barons through their disputes
    with one another - so I will make short work of it for both of us,
    and only relate the chief events that arose out of these quarrels.
    The good King of France was asked to decide between them. He gave
    it as his opinion that the King must maintain the Great Charter,
    and that the Barons must give up the Committee of Government, and
    all the rest that had been done by the Parliament at Oxford: which
    the Royalists, or King's party, scornfully called the Mad
    Parliament. The Barons declared that these were not fair terms,
    and they would not accept them. Then they caused the great bell of
    St. Paul's to be tolled, for the purpose of rousing up the London
    people, who armed themselves at the dismal sound and formed quite
    an army in the streets. I am sorry to say, however, that instead
    of falling upon the King's party with whom their quarrel was, they
    fell upon the miserable Jews, and killed at least five hundred of
    them. They pretended that some of these Jews were on the King's
    side, and that they kept hidden in their houses, for the
    destruction of the people, a certain terrible composition called
    Greek Fire, which could not be put out with water, but only burnt
    the fiercer for it. What they really did keep in their houses was
    money; and this their cruel enemies wanted, and this their cruel
    enemies took, like robbers and murderers.

    The Earl of Leicester put himself at the head of these Londoners
    and other forces, and followed the King to Lewes in Sussex, where
    he lay encamped with his army. Before giving the King's forces
    battle here, the Earl addressed his soldiers, and said that King
    Henry the Third had broken so many oaths, that he had become the
    enemy of God, and therefore they would wear white crosses on their
    breasts, as if they were arrayed, not against a fellow-Christian,
    but against a Turk. White-crossed accordingly, they rushed into
    the fight. They would have lost the day - the King having on his
    side all the foreigners in England: and, from Scotland, JOHN
    COMYN, JOHN BALIOL, and ROBERT BRUCE, with all their men - but for
    the impatience of PRINCE EDWARD, who, in his hot desire to have
    vengeance on the people of London, threw the whole of his father's
    army into confusion. He was taken Prisoner; so was the King; so
    was the King's brother the King of the Romans; and five thousand
    Englishmen were left dead upon the bloody grass.

    For this success, the Pope excommunicated the Earl of Leicester:
    which neither the Earl nor the people cared at all about. The
    people loved him and supported him, and he became the real King;
    having all the power of the government in his own hands, though he
    was outwardly respectful to King Henry the Third, whom he took with
    him wherever he went, like a poor old limp court-card. He summoned
    a Parliament (in the year one thousand two hundred and sixty-five)
    which was the first Parliament in England that the people had any
    real share in electing; and he grew more and more in favour with
    the people every day, and they stood by him in whatever he did.

    Many of the other Barons, and particularly the Earl of Gloucester,
    who had become by this time as proud as his father, grew jealous of
    this powerful and popular Earl, who was proud too, and began to
    conspire against him. Since the battle of Lewes, Prince Edward had
    been kept as a hostage, and, though he was otherwise treated like a
    Prince, had never been allowed to go out without attendants
    appointed by the Earl of Leicester, who watched him. The
    conspiring Lords found means to propose to him, in secret, that
    they should assist him to escape, and should make him their leader;
    to which he very heartily consented.

    So, on a day that was agreed upon, he said to his attendants after
    dinner (being then at Hereford), 'I should like to ride on
    horseback, this fine afternoon, a little way into the country.' As
    they, too, thought it would be very pleasant to have a canter in
    the sunshine, they all rode out of the town together in a gay
    little troop. When they came to a fine level piece of turf, the
    Prince fell to comparing their horses one with another, and
    offering bets that one was faster than another; and the attendants,
    suspecting no harm, rode galloping matches until their horses were
    quite tired. The Prince rode no matches himself, but looked on
    from his saddle, and staked his money. Thus they passed the whole
    merry afternoon. Now, the sun was setting, and they were all going
    slowly up a hill, the Prince's horse very fresh and all the other
    horses very weary, when a strange rider mounted on a grey steed
    appeared at the top of the hill, and waved his hat. 'What does the
    fellow mean?' said the attendants one to another. The Prince
    answered on the instant by setting spurs to his horse, dashing away
    at his utmost speed, joining the man, riding into the midst of a
    little crowd of horsemen who were then seen waiting under some
    trees, and who closed around him; and so he departed in a cloud of
    dust, leaving the road empty of all but the baffled attendants, who
    sat looking at one another, while their horses drooped their ears
    and panted.

    The Prince joined the Earl of Gloucester at Ludlow. The Earl of
    Leicester, with a part of the army and the stupid old King, was at
    Hereford. One of the Earl of Leicester's sons, Simon de Montfort,
    with another part of the army, was in Sussex. To prevent these two
    parts from uniting was the Prince's first object. He attacked
    Simon de Montfort by night, defeated him, seized his banners and
    treasure, and forced him into Kenilworth Castle in Warwickshire,
    which belonged to his family.

    His father, the Earl of Leicester, in the meanwhile, not knowing
    what had happened, marched out of Hereford, with his part of the
    army and the King, to meet him. He came, on a bright morning in
    August, to Evesham, which is watered by the pleasant river Avon.
    Looking rather anxiously across the prospect towards Kenilworth, he
    saw his own banners advancing; and his face brightened with joy.
    But, it clouded darkly when he presently perceived that the banners
    were captured, and in the enemy's hands; and he said, 'It is over.
    The Lord have mercy on our souls, for our bodies are Prince
    Edward's!'

    He fought like a true Knight, nevertheless. When his horse was
    killed under him, he fought on foot. It was a fierce battle, and
    the dead lay in heaps everywhere. The old King, stuck up in a suit
    of armour on a big war-horse, which didn't mind him at all, and
    which carried him into all sorts of places where he didn't want to
    go, got into everybody's way, and very nearly got knocked on the
    head by one of his son's men. But he managed to pipe out, 'I am
    Harry of Winchester!' and the Prince, who heard him, seized his
    bridle, and took him out of peril. The Earl of Leicester still
    fought bravely, until his best son Henry was killed, and the bodies
    of his best friends choked his path; and then he fell, still
    fighting, sword in hand. They mangled his body, and sent it as a
    present to a noble lady - but a very unpleasant lady, I should
    think - who was the wife of his worst enemy. They could not mangle
    his memory in the minds of the faithful people, though. Many years
    afterwards, they loved him more than ever, and regarded him as a
    Saint, and always spoke of him as 'Sir Simon the Righteous.'

    And even though he was dead, the cause for which he had fought
    still lived, and was strong, and forced itself upon the King in the
    very hour of victory. Henry found himself obliged to respect the
    Great Charter, however much he hated it, and to make laws similar
    to the laws of the Great Earl of Leicester, and to be moderate and
    forgiving towards the people at last - even towards the people of
    London, who had so long opposed him. There were more risings
    before all this was done, but they were set at rest by these means,
    and Prince Edward did his best in all things to restore peace. One
    Sir Adam de Gourdon was the last dissatisfied knight in arms; but,
    the Prince vanquished him in single combat, in a wood, and nobly
    gave him his life, and became his friend, instead of slaying him.
    Sir Adam was not ungrateful. He ever afterwards remained devoted
    to his generous conqueror.

    When the troubles of the Kingdom were thus calmed, Prince Edward
    and his cousin Henry took the Cross, and went away to the Holy
    Land, with many English Lords and Knights. Four years afterwards
    the King of the Romans died, and, next year (one thousand two
    hundred and seventy-two), his brother the weak King of England
    died. He was sixty-eight years old then, and had reigned fifty-six
    years. He was as much of a King in death, as he had ever been in
    life. He was the mere pale shadow of a King at all times.
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