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    Ch. 16 - Edward the First

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    ENGLAND UNDER EDWARD THE FIRST, CALLED LONGSHANKS

    IT was now the year of our Lord one thousand two hundred and
    seventy-two; and Prince Edward, the heir to the throne, being away
    in the Holy Land, knew nothing of his father's death. The Barons,
    however, proclaimed him King, immediately after the Royal funeral;
    and the people very willingly consented, since most men knew too
    well by this time what the horrors of a contest for the crown were.
    So King Edward the First, called, in a not very complimentary
    manner, LONGSHANKS, because of the slenderness of his legs, was
    peacefully accepted by the English Nation.

    His legs had need to be strong, however long and thin they were;
    for they had to support him through many difficulties on the fiery
    sands of Asia, where his small force of soldiers fainted, died,
    deserted, and seemed to melt away. But his prowess made light of
    it, and he said, 'I will go on, if I go on with no other follower
    than my groom!'

    A Prince of this spirit gave the Turks a deal of trouble. He
    stormed Nazareth, at which place, of all places on earth, I am
    sorry to relate, he made a frightful slaughter of innocent people;
    and then he went to Acre, where he got a truce of ten years from
    the Sultan. He had very nearly lost his life in Acre, through the
    treachery of a Saracen Noble, called the Emir of Jaffa, who, making
    the pretence that he had some idea of turning Christian and wanted
    to know all about that religion, sent a trusty messenger to Edward
    very often - with a dagger in his sleeve. At last, one Friday in
    Whitsun week, when it was very hot, and all the sandy prospect lay
    beneath the blazing sun, burnt up like a great overdone biscuit,
    and Edward was lying on a couch, dressed for coolness in only a
    loose robe, the messenger, with his chocolate-coloured face and his
    bright dark eyes and white teeth, came creeping in with a letter,
    and kneeled down like a tame tiger. But, the moment Edward
    stretched out his hand to take the letter, the tiger made a spring
    at his heart. He was quick, but Edward was quick too. He seized
    the traitor by his chocolate throat, threw him to the ground, and
    slew him with the very dagger he had drawn. The weapon had struck
    Edward in the arm, and although the wound itself was slight, it
    threatened to be mortal, for the blade of the dagger had been
    smeared with poison. Thanks, however, to a better surgeon than was
    often to be found in those times, and to some wholesome herbs, and
    above all, to his faithful wife, ELEANOR, who devotedly nursed him,
    and is said by some to have sucked the poison from the wound with
    her own red lips (which I am very willing to believe), Edward soon
    recovered and was sound again.

    As the King his father had sent entreaties to him to return home,
    he now began the journey. He had got as far as Italy, when he met
    messengers who brought him intelligence of the King's death.
    Hearing that all was quiet at home, he made no haste to return to
    his own dominions, but paid a visit to the Pope, and went in state
    through various Italian Towns, where he was welcomed with
    acclamations as a mighty champion of the Cross from the Holy Land,
    and where he received presents of purple mantles and prancing
    horses, and went along in great triumph. The shouting people
    little knew that he was the last English monarch who would ever
    embark in a crusade, or that within twenty years every conquest
    which the Christians had made in the Holy Land at the cost of so
    much blood, would be won back by the Turks. But all this came to
    pass.

    There was, and there is, an old town standing in a plain in France,
    called Ch�lons. When the King was coming towards this place on his
    way to England, a wily French Lord, called the Count of Ch�lons,
    sent him a polite challenge to come with his knights and hold a
    fair tournament with the Count and HIS knights, and make a day of
    it with sword and lance. It was represented to the King that the
    Count of Ch�lons was not to be trusted, and that, instead of a
    holiday fight for mere show and in good humour, he secretly meant a
    real battle, in which the English should be defeated by superior
    force.

    The King, however, nothing afraid, went to the appointed place on
    the appointed day with a thousand followers. When the Count came
    with two thousand and attacked the English in earnest, the English
    rushed at them with such valour that the Count's men and the
    Count's horses soon began to be tumbled down all over the field.
    The Count himself seized the King round the neck, but the King
    tumbled HIM out of his saddle in return for the compliment, and,
    jumping from his own horse, and standing over him, beat away at his
    iron armour like a blacksmith hammering on his anvil. Even when
    the Count owned himself defeated and offered his sword, the King
    would not do him the honour to take it, but made him yield it up to
    a common soldier. There had been such fury shown in this fight,
    that it was afterwards called the little Battle of Ch�lons.

    The English were very well disposed to be proud of their King after
    these adventures; so, when he landed at Dover in the year one
    thousand two hundred and seventy-four (being then thirty-six years
    old), and went on to Westminster where he and his good Queen were
    crowned with great magnificence, splendid rejoicings took place.
    For the coronation-feast there were provided, among other eatables,
    four hundred oxen, four hundred sheep, four hundred and fifty pigs,
    eighteen wild boars, three hundred flitches of bacon, and twenty
    thousand fowls. The fountains and conduits in the street flowed
    with red and white wine instead of water; the rich citizens hung
    silks and cloths of the brightest colours out of their windows to
    increase the beauty of the show, and threw out gold and silver by
    whole handfuls to make scrambles for the crowd. In short, there
    was such eating and drinking, such music and capering, such a
    ringing of bells and tossing of caps, such a shouting, and singing,
    and revelling, as the narrow overhanging streets of old London City
    had not witnessed for many a long day. All the people were merry
    except the poor Jews, who, trembling within their houses, and
    scarcely daring to peep out, began to foresee that they would have
    to find the money for this joviality sooner or later.

    To dismiss this sad subject of the Jews for the present, I am sorry
    to add that in this reign they were most unmercifully pillaged.
    They were hanged in great numbers, on accusations of having clipped
    the King's coin - which all kinds of people had done. They were
    heavily taxed; they were disgracefully badged; they were, on one
    day, thirteen years after the coronation, taken up with their wives
    and children and thrown into beastly prisons, until they purchased
    their release by paying to the King twelve thousand pounds.
    Finally, every kind of property belonging to them was seized by the
    King, except so little as would defray the charge of their taking
    themselves away into foreign countries. Many years elapsed before
    the hope of gain induced any of their race to return to England,
    where they had been treated so heartlessly and had suffered so
    much.

    If King Edward the First had been as bad a king to Christians as he
    was to Jews, he would have been bad indeed. But he was, in
    general, a wise and great monarch, under whom the country much
    improved. He had no love for the Great Charter - few Kings had,
    through many, many years - but he had high qualities. The first
    bold object which he conceived when he came home, was, to unite
    under one Sovereign England, Scotland, and Wales; the two last of
    which countries had each a little king of its own, about whom the
    people were always quarrelling and fighting, and making a
    prodigious disturbance - a great deal more than he was worth. In
    the course of King Edward's reign he was engaged, besides, in a war
    with France. To make these quarrels clearer, we will separate
    their histories and take them thus. Wales, first. France, second.
    Scotland, third.

    LLEWELLYN was the Prince of Wales. He had been on the side of the
    Barons in the reign of the stupid old King, but had afterwards
    sworn allegiance to him. When King Edward came to the throne,
    Llewellyn was required to swear allegiance to him also; which he
    refused to do. The King, being crowned and in his own dominions,
    three times more required Llewellyn to come and do homage; and
    three times more Llewellyn said he would rather not. He was going
    to be married to ELEANOR DE MONTFORT, a young lady of the family
    mentioned in the last reign; and it chanced that this young lady,
    coming from France with her youngest brother, EMERIC, was taken by
    an English ship, and was ordered by the English King to be
    detained. Upon this, the quarrel came to a head. The King went,
    with his fleet, to the coast of Wales, where, so encompassing
    Llewellyn, that he could only take refuge in the bleak mountain
    region of Snowdon in which no provisions could reach him, he was
    soon starved into an apology, and into a treaty of peace, and into
    paying the expenses of the war. The King, however, forgave him
    some of the hardest conditions of the treaty, and consented to his
    marriage. And he now thought he had reduced Wales to obedience.

    But the Welsh, although they were naturally a gentle, quiet,
    pleasant people, who liked to receive strangers in their cottages
    among the mountains, and to set before them with free hospitality
    whatever they had to eat and drink, and to play to them on their
    harps, and sing their native ballads to them, were a people of
    great spirit when their blood was up. Englishmen, after this
    affair, began to be insolent in Wales, and to assume the air of
    masters; and the Welsh pride could not bear it. Moreover, they
    believed in that unlucky old Merlin, some of whose unlucky old
    prophecies somebody always seemed doomed to remember when there was
    a chance of its doing harm; and just at this time some blind old
    gentleman with a harp and a long white beard, who was an excellent
    person, but had become of an unknown age and tedious, burst out
    with a declaration that Merlin had predicted that when English
    money had become round, a Prince of Wales would be crowned in
    London. Now, King Edward had recently forbidden the English penny
    to be cut into halves and quarters for halfpence and farthings, and
    had actually introduced a round coin; therefore, the Welsh people
    said this was the time Merlin meant, and rose accordingly.

    King Edward had bought over PRINCE DAVID, Llewellyn's brother, by
    heaping favours upon him; but he was the first to revolt, being
    perhaps troubled in his conscience. One stormy night, he surprised
    the Castle of Hawarden, in possession of which an English nobleman
    had been left; killed the whole garrison, and carried off the
    nobleman a prisoner to Snowdon. Upon this, the Welsh people rose
    like one man. King Edward, with his army, marching from Worcester
    to the Menai Strait, crossed it - near to where the wonderful
    tubular iron bridge now, in days so different, makes a passage for
    railway trains - by a bridge of boats that enabled forty men to
    march abreast. He subdued the Island of Anglesea, and sent his men
    forward to observe the enemy. The sudden appearance of the Welsh
    created a panic among them, and they fell back to the bridge. The
    tide had in the meantime risen and separated the boats; the Welsh
    pursuing them, they were driven into the sea, and there they sunk,
    in their heavy iron armour, by thousands. After this victory
    Llewellyn, helped by the severe winter-weather of Wales, gained
    another battle; but the King ordering a portion of his English army
    to advance through South Wales, and catch him between two foes, and
    Llewellyn bravely turning to meet this new enemy, he was surprised
    and killed - very meanly, for he was unarmed and defenceless. His
    head was struck off and sent to London, where it was fixed upon the
    Tower, encircled with a wreath, some say of ivy, some say of
    willow, some say of silver, to make it look like a ghastly coin in
    ridicule of the prediction.

    David, however, still held out for six months, though eagerly
    sought after by the King, and hunted by his own countrymen. One of
    them finally betrayed him with his wife and children. He was
    sentenced to be hanged, drawn, and quartered; and from that time
    this became the established punishment of Traitors in England - a
    punishment wholly without excuse, as being revolting, vile, and
    cruel, after its object is dead; and which has no sense in it, as
    its only real degradation (and that nothing can blot out) is to the
    country that permits on any consideration such abominable
    barbarity.

    Wales was now subdued. The Queen giving birth to a young prince in
    the Castle of Carnarvon, the King showed him to the Welsh people as
    their countryman, and called him Prince of Wales; a title that has
    ever since been borne by the heir-apparent to the English throne -
    which that little Prince soon became, by the death of his elder
    brother. The King did better things for the Welsh than that, by
    improving their laws and encouraging their trade. Disturbances
    still took place, chiefly occasioned by the avarice and pride of
    the English Lords, on whom Welsh lands and castles had been
    bestowed; but they were subdued, and the country never rose again.
    There is a legend that to prevent the people from being incited to
    rebellion by the songs of their bards and harpers, Edward had them
    all put to death. Some of them may have fallen among other men who
    held out against the King; but this general slaughter is, I think,
    a fancy of the harpers themselves, who, I dare say, made a song
    about it many years afterwards, and sang it by the Welsh firesides
    until it came to be believed.

    The foreign war of the reign of Edward the First arose in this way.
    The crews of two vessels, one a Norman ship, and the other an
    English ship, happened to go to the same place in their boats to
    fill their casks with fresh water. Being rough angry fellows, they
    began to quarrel, and then to fight - the English with their fists;
    the Normans with their knives - and, in the fight, a Norman was
    killed. The Norman crew, instead of revenging themselves upon
    those English sailors with whom they had quarrelled (who were too
    strong for them, I suspect), took to their ship again in a great
    rage, attacked the first English ship they met, laid hold of an
    unoffending merchant who happened to be on board, and brutally
    hanged him in the rigging of their own vessel with a dog at his
    feet. This so enraged the English sailors that there was no
    restraining them; and whenever, and wherever, English sailors met
    Norman sailors, they fell upon each other tooth and nail. The
    Irish and Dutch sailors took part with the English; the French and
    Genoese sailors helped the Normans; and thus the greater part of
    the mariners sailing over the sea became, in their way, as violent
    and raging as the sea itself when it is disturbed.

    King Edward's fame had been so high abroad that he had been chosen
    to decide a difference between France and another foreign power,
    and had lived upon the Continent three years. At first, neither he
    nor the French King PHILIP (the good Louis had been dead some time)
    interfered in these quarrels; but when a fleet of eighty English
    ships engaged and utterly defeated a Norman fleet of two hundred,
    in a pitched battle fought round a ship at anchor, in which no
    quarter was given, the matter became too serious to be passed over.
    King Edward, as Duke of Guienne, was summoned to present himself
    before the King of France, at Paris, and answer for the damage done
    by his sailor subjects. At first, he sent the Bishop of London as
    his representative, and then his brother EDMUND, who was married to
    the French Queen's mother. I am afraid Edmund was an easy man, and
    allowed himself to be talked over by his charming relations, the
    French court ladies; at all events, he was induced to give up his
    brother's dukedom for forty days - as a mere form, the French King
    said, to satisfy his honour - and he was so very much astonished,
    when the time was out, to find that the French King had no idea of
    giving it up again, that I should not wonder if it hastened his
    death: which soon took place.

    King Edward was a King to win his foreign dukedom back again, if it
    could be won by energy and valour. He raised a large army,
    renounced his allegiance as Duke of Guienne, and crossed the sea to
    carry war into France. Before any important battle was fought,
    however, a truce was agreed upon for two years; and in the course
    of that time, the Pope effected a reconciliation. King Edward, who
    was now a widower, having lost his affectionate and good wife,
    Eleanor, married the French King's sister, MARGARET; and the Prince
    of Wales was contracted to the French King's daughter ISABELLA.

    Out of bad things, good things sometimes arise. Out of this
    hanging of the innocent merchant, and the bloodshed and strife it
    caused, there came to be established one of the greatest powers
    that the English people now possess. The preparations for the war
    being very expensive, and King Edward greatly wanting money, and
    being very arbitrary in his ways of raising it, some of the Barons
    began firmly to oppose him. Two of them, in particular, HUMPHREY
    BOHUN, Earl of Hereford, and ROGER BIGOD, Earl of Norfolk, were so
    stout against him, that they maintained he had no right to command
    them to head his forces in Guienne, and flatly refused to go there.
    'By Heaven, Sir Earl,' said the King to the Earl of Hereford, in a
    great passion, 'you shall either go or be hanged!' 'By Heaven, Sir
    King,' replied the Earl, 'I will neither go nor yet will I be
    hanged!' and both he and the other Earl sturdily left the court,
    attended by many Lords. The King tried every means of raising
    money. He taxed the clergy, in spite of all the Pope said to the
    contrary; and when they refused to pay, reduced them to submission,
    by saying Very well, then they had no claim upon the government for
    protection, and any man might plunder them who would - which a good
    many men were very ready to do, and very readily did, and which the
    clergy found too losing a game to be played at long. He seized all
    the wool and leather in the hands of the merchants, promising to
    pay for it some fine day; and he set a tax upon the exportation of
    wool, which was so unpopular among the traders that it was called
    'The evil toll.' But all would not do. The Barons, led by those
    two great Earls, declared any taxes imposed without the consent of
    Parliament, unlawful; and the Parliament refused to impose taxes,
    until the King should confirm afresh the two Great Charters, and
    should solemnly declare in writing, that there was no power in the
    country to raise money from the people, evermore, but the power of
    Parliament representing all ranks of the people. The King was very
    unwilling to diminish his own power by allowing this great
    privilege in the Parliament; but there was no help for it, and he
    at last complied. We shall come to another King by-and-by, who
    might have saved his head from rolling off, if he had profited by
    this example.

    The people gained other benefits in Parliament from the good sense
    and wisdom of this King. Many of the laws were much improved;
    provision was made for the greater safety of travellers, and the
    apprehension of thieves and murderers; the priests were prevented
    from holding too much land, and so becoming too powerful; and
    Justices of the Peace were first appointed (though not at first
    under that name) in various parts of the country.

    And now we come to Scotland, which was the great and lasting
    trouble of the reign of King Edward the First.

    About thirteen years after King Edward's coronation, Alexander the
    Third, the King of Scotland, died of a fall from his horse. He had
    been married to Margaret, King Edward's sister. All their children
    being dead, the Scottish crown became the right of a young Princess
    only eight years old, the daughter of ERIC, King of Norway, who had
    married a daughter of the deceased sovereign. King Edward
    proposed, that the Maiden of Norway, as this Princess was called,
    should be engaged to be married to his eldest son; but,
    unfortunately, as she was coming over to England she fell sick, and
    landing on one of the Orkney Islands, died there. A great
    commotion immediately began in Scotland, where as many as thirteen
    noisy claimants to the vacant throne started up and made a general
    confusion.

    King Edward being much renowned for his sagacity and justice, it
    seems to have been agreed to refer the dispute to him. He accepted
    the trust, and went, with an army, to the Border-land where England
    and Scotland joined. There, he called upon the Scottish gentlemen
    to meet him at the Castle of Norham, on the English side of the
    river Tweed; and to that Castle they came. But, before he would
    take any step in the business, he required those Scottish
    gentlemen, one and all, to do homage to him as their superior Lord;
    and when they hesitated, he said, 'By holy Edward, whose crown I
    wear, I will have my rights, or I will die in maintaining them!'
    The Scottish gentlemen, who had not expected this, were
    disconcerted, and asked for three weeks to think about it.

    At the end of the three weeks, another meeting took place, on a
    green plain on the Scottish side of the river. Of all the
    competitors for the Scottish throne, there were only two who had
    any real claim, in right of their near kindred to the Royal Family.
    These were JOHN BALIOL and ROBERT BRUCE: and the right was, I have
    no doubt, on the side of John Baliol. At this particular meeting
    John Baliol was not present, but Robert Bruce was; and on Robert
    Bruce being formally asked whether he acknowledged the King of
    England for his superior lord, he answered, plainly and distinctly,
    Yes, he did. Next day, John Baliol appeared, and said the same.
    This point settled, some arrangements were made for inquiring into
    their titles.

    The inquiry occupied a pretty long time - more than a year. While
    it was going on, King Edward took the opportunity of making a
    journey through Scotland, and calling upon the Scottish people of
    all degrees to acknowledge themselves his vassals, or be imprisoned
    until they did. In the meanwhile, Commissioners were appointed to
    conduct the inquiry, a Parliament was held at Berwick about it, the
    two claimants were heard at full length, and there was a vast
    amount of talking. At last, in the great hall of the Castle of
    Berwick, the King gave judgment in favour of John Baliol: who,
    consenting to receive his crown by the King of England's favour and
    permission, was crowned at Scone, in an old stone chair which had
    been used for ages in the abbey there, at the coronations of
    Scottish Kings. Then, King Edward caused the great seal of
    Scotland, used since the late King's death, to be broken in four
    pieces, and placed in the English Treasury; and considered that he
    now had Scotland (according to the common saying) under his thumb.

    Scotland had a strong will of its own yet, however. King Edward,
    determined that the Scottish King should not forget he was his
    vassal, summoned him repeatedly to come and defend himself and his
    judges before the English Parliament when appeals from the
    decisions of Scottish courts of justice were being heard. At
    length, John Baliol, who had no great heart of his own, had so much
    heart put into him by the brave spirit of the Scottish people, who
    took this as a national insult, that he refused to come any more.
    Thereupon, the King further required him to help him in his war
    abroad (which was then in progress), and to give up, as security
    for his good behaviour in future, the three strong Scottish Castles
    of Jedburgh, Roxburgh, and Berwick. Nothing of this being done; on
    the contrary, the Scottish people concealing their King among their
    mountains in the Highlands and showing a determination to resist;
    Edward marched to Berwick with an army of thirty thousand foot, and
    four thousand horse; took the Castle, and slew its whole garrison,
    and the inhabitants of the town as well - men, women, and children.
    LORD WARRENNE, Earl of Surrey, then went on to the Castle of
    Dunbar, before which a battle was fought, and the whole Scottish
    army defeated with great slaughter. The victory being complete,
    the Earl of Surrey was left as guardian of Scotland; the principal
    offices in that kingdom were given to Englishmen; the more powerful
    Scottish Nobles were obliged to come and live in England; the
    Scottish crown and sceptre were brought away; and even the old
    stone chair was carried off and placed in Westminster Abbey, where
    you may see it now. Baliol had the Tower of London lent him for a
    residence, with permission to range about within a circle of twenty
    miles. Three years afterwards he was allowed to go to Normandy,
    where he had estates, and where he passed the remaining six years
    of his life: far more happily, I dare say, than he had lived for a
    long while in angry Scotland.

    Now, there was, in the West of Scotland, a gentleman of small
    fortune, named WILLIAM WALLACE, the second son of a Scottish
    knight. He was a man of great size and great strength; he was very
    brave and daring; when he spoke to a body of his countrymen, he
    could rouse them in a wonderful manner by the power of his burning
    words; he loved Scotland dearly, and he hated England with his
    utmost might. The domineering conduct of the English who now held
    the places of trust in Scotland made them as intolerable to the
    proud Scottish people as they had been, under similar
    circumstances, to the Welsh; and no man in all Scotland regarded
    them with so much smothered rage as William Wallace. One day, an
    Englishman in office, little knowing what he was, affronted HIM.
    Wallace instantly struck him dead, and taking refuge among the
    rocks and hills, and there joining with his countryman, SIR WILLIAM
    DOUGLAS, who was also in arms against King Edward, became the most
    resolute and undaunted champion of a people struggling for their
    independence that ever lived upon the earth.

    The English Guardian of the Kingdom fled before him, and, thus
    encouraged, the Scottish people revolted everywhere, and fell upon
    the English without mercy. The Earl of Surrey, by the King's
    commands, raised all the power of the Border-counties, and two
    English armies poured into Scotland. Only one Chief, in the face
    of those armies, stood by Wallace, who, with a force of forty
    thousand men, awaited the invaders at a place on the river Forth,
    within two miles of Stirling. Across the river there was only one
    poor wooden bridge, called the bridge of Kildean - so narrow, that
    but two men could cross it abreast. With his eyes upon this
    bridge, Wallace posted the greater part of his men among some
    rising grounds, and waited calmly. When the English army came up
    on the opposite bank of the river, messengers were sent forward to
    offer terms. Wallace sent them back with a defiance, in the name
    of the freedom of Scotland. Some of the officers of the Earl of
    Surrey in command of the English, with THEIR eyes also on the
    bridge, advised him to be discreet and not hasty. He, however,
    urged to immediate battle by some other officers, and particularly
    by CRESSINGHAM, King Edward's treasurer, and a rash man, gave the
    word of command to advance. One thousand English crossed the
    bridge, two abreast; the Scottish troops were as motionless as
    stone images. Two thousand English crossed; three thousand, four
    thousand, five. Not a feather, all this time, had been seen to
    stir among the Scottish bonnets. Now, they all fluttered.
    'Forward, one party, to the foot of the Bridge!' cried Wallace,
    'and let no more English cross! The rest, down with me on the five
    thousand who have come over, and cut them all to pieces!' It was
    done, in the sight of the whole remainder of the English army, who
    could give no help. Cressingham himself was killed, and the Scotch
    made whips for their horses of his skin.

    King Edward was abroad at this time, and during the successes on
    the Scottish side which followed, and which enabled bold Wallace to
    win the whole country back again, and even to ravage the English
    borders. But, after a few winter months, the King returned, and
    took the field with more than his usual energy. One night, when a
    kick from his horse as they both lay on the ground together broke
    two of his ribs, and a cry arose that he was killed, he leaped into
    his saddle, regardless of the pain he suffered, and rode through
    the camp. Day then appearing, he gave the word (still, of course,
    in that bruised and aching state) Forward! and led his army on to
    near Falkirk, where the Scottish forces were seen drawn up on some
    stony ground, behind a morass. Here, he defeated Wallace, and
    killed fifteen thousand of his men. With the shattered remainder,
    Wallace drew back to Stirling; but, being pursued, set fire to the
    town that it might give no help to the English, and escaped. The
    inhabitants of Perth afterwards set fire to their houses for the
    same reason, and the King, unable to find provisions, was forced to
    withdraw his army.

    Another ROBERT BRUCE, the grandson of him who had disputed the
    Scottish crown with Baliol, was now in arms against the King (that
    elder Bruce being dead), and also JOHN COMYN, Baliol's nephew.
    These two young men might agree in opposing Edward, but could agree
    in nothing else, as they were rivals for the throne of Scotland.
    Probably it was because they knew this, and knew what troubles must
    arise even if they could hope to get the better of the great
    English King, that the principal Scottish people applied to the
    Pope for his interference. The Pope, on the principle of losing
    nothing for want of trying to get it, very coolly claimed that
    Scotland belonged to him; but this was a little too much, and the
    Parliament in a friendly manner told him so.

    In the spring time of the year one thousand three hundred and
    three, the King sent SIR JOHN SEGRAVE, whom he made Governor of
    Scotland, with twenty thousand men, to reduce the rebels. Sir John
    was not as careful as he should have been, but encamped at Rosslyn,
    near Edinburgh, with his army divided into three parts. The
    Scottish forces saw their advantage; fell on each part separately;
    defeated each; and killed all the prisoners. Then, came the King
    himself once more, as soon as a great army could be raised; he
    passed through the whole north of Scotland, laying waste whatsoever
    came in his way; and he took up his winter quarters at Dunfermline.
    The Scottish cause now looked so hopeless, that Comyn and the other
    nobles made submission and received their pardons. Wallace alone
    stood out. He was invited to surrender, though on no distinct
    pledge that his life should be spared; but he still defied the
    ireful King, and lived among the steep crags of the Highland glens,
    where the eagles made their nests, and where the mountain torrents
    roared, and the white snow was deep, and the bitter winds blew
    round his unsheltered head, as he lay through many a pitch-dark
    night wrapped up in his plaid. Nothing could break his spirit;
    nothing could lower his courage; nothing could induce him to forget
    or to forgive his country's wrongs. Even when the Castle of
    Stirling, which had long held out, was besieged by the King with
    every kind of military engine then in use; even when the lead upon
    cathedral roofs was taken down to help to make them; even when the
    King, though an old man, commanded in the siege as if he were a
    youth, being so resolved to conquer; even when the brave garrison
    (then found with amazement to be not two hundred people, including
    several ladies) were starved and beaten out and were made to submit
    on their knees, and with every form of disgrace that could
    aggravate their sufferings; even then, when there was not a ray of
    hope in Scotland, William Wallace was as proud and firm as if he
    had beheld the powerful and relentless Edward lying dead at his
    feet.

    Who betrayed William Wallace in the end, is not quite certain.
    That he was betrayed - probably by an attendant - is too true. He
    was taken to the Castle of Dumbarton, under SIR JOHN MENTEITH, and
    thence to London, where the great fame of his bravery and
    resolution attracted immense concourses of people to behold him.
    He was tried in Westminster Hall, with a crown of laurel on his
    head - it is supposed because he was reported to have said that he
    ought to wear, or that he would wear, a crown there and was found
    guilty as a robber, a murderer, and a traitor. What they called a
    robber (he said to those who tried him) he was, because he had
    taken spoil from the King's men. What they called a murderer, he
    was, because he had slain an insolent Englishman. What they called
    a traitor, he was not, for he had never sworn allegiance to the
    King, and had ever scorned to do it. He was dragged at the tails
    of horses to West Smithfield, and there hanged on a high gallows,
    torn open before he was dead, beheaded, and quartered. His head
    was set upon a pole on London Bridge, his right arm was sent to
    Newcastle, his left arm to Berwick, his legs to Perth and Aberdeen.
    But, if King Edward had had his body cut into inches, and had sent
    every separate inch into a separate town, he could not have
    dispersed it half so far and wide as his fame. Wallace will be
    remembered in songs and stories, while there are songs and stories
    in the English tongue, and Scotland will hold him dear while her
    lakes and mountains last.

    Released from this dreaded enemy, the King made a fairer plan of
    Government for Scotland, divided the offices of honour among
    Scottish gentlemen and English gentlemen, forgave past offences,
    and thought, in his old age, that his work was done.

    But he deceived himself. Comyn and Bruce conspired, and made an
    appointment to meet at Dumfries, in the church of the Minorites.
    There is a story that Comyn was false to Bruce, and had informed
    against him to the King; that Bruce was warned of his danger and
    the necessity of flight, by receiving, one night as he sat at
    supper, from his friend the Earl of Gloucester, twelve pennies and
    a pair of spurs; that as he was riding angrily to keep his
    appointment (through a snow-storm, with his horse's shoes reversed
    that he might not be tracked), he met an evil-looking serving man,
    a messenger of Comyn, whom he killed, and concealed in whose dress
    he found letters that proved Comyn's treachery. However this may
    be, they were likely enough to quarrel in any case, being hot-
    headed rivals; and, whatever they quarrelled about, they certainly
    did quarrel in the church where they met, and Bruce drew his dagger
    and stabbed Comyn, who fell upon the pavement. When Bruce came
    out, pale and disturbed, the friends who were waiting for him asked
    what was the matter? 'I think I have killed Comyn,' said he. 'You
    only think so?' returned one of them; 'I will make sure!' and going
    into the church, and finding him alive, stabbed him again and
    again. Knowing that the King would never forgive this new deed of
    violence, the party then declared Bruce King of Scotland: got him
    crowned at Scone - without the chair; and set up the rebellious
    standard once again.

    When the King heard of it he kindled with fiercer anger than he had
    ever shown yet. He caused the Prince of Wales and two hundred and
    seventy of the young nobility to be knighted - the trees in the
    Temple Gardens were cut down to make room for their tents, and they
    watched their armour all night, according to the old usage: some
    in the Temple Church: some in Westminster Abbey - and at the
    public Feast which then took place, he swore, by Heaven, and by two
    swans covered with gold network which his minstrels placed upon the
    table, that he would avenge the death of Comyn, and would punish
    the false Bruce. And before all the company, he charged the Prince
    his son, in case that he should die before accomplishing his vow,
    not to bury him until it was fulfilled. Next morning the Prince
    and the rest of the young Knights rode away to the Border-country
    to join the English army; and the King, now weak and sick, followed
    in a horse-litter.

    Bruce, after losing a battle and undergoing many dangers and much
    misery, fled to Ireland, where he lay concealed through the winter.
    That winter, Edward passed in hunting down and executing Bruce's
    relations and adherents, sparing neither youth nor age, and showing
    no touch of pity or sign of mercy. In the following spring, Bruce
    reappeared and gained some victories. In these frays, both sides
    were grievously cruel. For instance - Bruce's two brothers, being
    taken captives desperately wounded, were ordered by the King to
    instant execution. Bruce's friend Sir John Douglas, taking his own
    Castle of Douglas out of the hands of an English Lord, roasted the
    dead bodies of the slaughtered garrison in a great fire made of
    every movable within it; which dreadful cookery his men called the
    Douglas Larder. Bruce, still successful, however, drove the Earl
    of Pembroke and the Earl of Gloucester into the Castle of Ayr and
    laid siege to it.

    The King, who had been laid up all the winter, but had directed the
    army from his sick-bed, now advanced to Carlisle, and there,
    causing the litter in which he had travelled to be placed in the
    Cathedral as an offering to Heaven, mounted his horse once more,
    and for the last time. He was now sixty-nine years old, and had
    reigned thirty-five years. He was so ill, that in four days he
    could go no more than six miles; still, even at that pace, he went
    on and resolutely kept his face towards the Border. At length, he
    lay down at the village of Burgh-upon-Sands; and there, telling
    those around him to impress upon the Prince that he was to remember
    his father's vow, and was never to rest until he had thoroughly
    subdued Scotland, he yielded up his last breath.
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