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    A Child's History of England

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      have Duke William for their king? They answered Yes. Another of

      the bishops put the same question to the Saxons, in English. They

      too answered Yes, with a loud shout. The noise being heard by a

      guard of Norman horse-soldiers outside, was mistaken for resistance

      on the part of the English. The guard instantly set fire to the

      neighbouring houses, and a tumult ensued; in the midst of which the

      King, being left alone in the Abbey, with a few priests (and they

      all being in a terrible fright together), was hurriedly crowned.

      When the crown was placed upon his head, he swore to govern the

      English as well as the best of their own monarchs. I dare say you

      think, as I do, that if we except the Great Alfred, he might pretty

      easily have done that.

      Numbers of the English nobles had been killed in the last

      disastrous battle. Their estates, and the estates of all the

      nobles who had fought against him there, King William seized upon,

      and gave to his own Norman knights and nobles. Many great English

      families of the present time acquired their English lands in this

      way, and are very proud of it.

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      But what is got by force must be maintained by force. These nobles

      were obliged to build castles all over England, to defend their new

      property; and, do what he would, the King could neither soothe nor

      quell the nation as he wished. He gradually introduced the Norman

      language and the Norman customs; yet, for a long time the great

      body of the English remained sullen and revengeful. On his going

      over to Normandy, to visit his subjects there, the oppressions of

      his half-brother ODO, whom he left in charge of his English

      kingdom, drove the people mad. The men of Kent even invited over,

      to take possession of Dover, their old enemy Count Eustace of

      Boulogne, who had led the fray when the Dover man was slain at his

      own fireside. The men of Hereford, aided by the Welsh, and

      commanded by a chief named EDRIC THE WILD, drove the Normans out of

      their country. Some of those who had been dispossessed of their

      lands, banded together in the North of England; some, in Scotland;

      some, in the thick woods and marshes; and whensoever they could

      fall upon the Normans, or upon the English who had submitted to the

      Normans, they fought, despoiled, and murdered, like the desperate

      outlaws that they were. Conspiracies were set on foot for a

      general massacre of the Normans, like the old massacre of the

      Danes. In short, the English were in a murderous mood all through

      the kingdom.

      King William, fearing he might lose his conquest, came back, and

      tried to pacify the London people by soft words. He then set forth

      to repress the country people by stern deeds. Among the towns

      which he besieged, and where he killed and maimed the inhabitants

      without any distinction, sparing none, young or old, armed or

      unarmed, were Oxford, Warwick, Leicester, Nottingham, Derby,

      Lincoln, York. In all these places, and in many others, fire and

      sword worked their utmost horrors, and made the land dreadful to

      behold. The streams and rivers were discoloured with blood; the

      sky was blackened with smoke; the fields were wastes of ashes; the

      waysides were heaped up with dead. Such are the fatal results of

      conquest and ambition! Although William was a harsh and angry man,

      I do not suppose that he deliberately meant to work this shocking

      ruin, when he invaded England. But what he had got by the strong

      hand, he could only keep by the strong hand, and in so doing he

      made England a great grave.

      Two sons of Harold, by name EDMUND and GODWIN, came over from

      Ireland, with some ships, against the Normans, but were defeated.

      This was scarcely done, when the outlaws in the woods so harassed

      York, that the Governor sent to the King for help. The King

      despatched a general and a large force to occupy the town of

      Durham. The Bishop of that place met the general outside the town,

      and warned him not to enter, as he would be in danger there. The

      general cared nothing for the warning, and went in with all his

      men. That night, on every hill within sight of Durham, signal

      fires were seen to blaze. When the morning dawned, the English,

      who had assembled in great strength, forced the gates, rushed into

      the town, and slew the Normans every one. The English afterwards

      besought the Danes to come and help them. The Danes came, with two

      hundred and forty ships. The outlawed nobles joined them; they

      captured York, and drove the Normans out of that city. Then,

      William bribed the Danes to go away; and took such vengeance on the

      English, that all the former fire and sword, smoke and ashes, death

      and ruin, were nothing compared with it. In melancholy songs, and

      doleful stories, it was still sung and told by cottage fires on

      winter evenings, a hundred years afterwards, how, in those dreadful

      days of the Normans, there was not, from the River Humber to the

      River Tyne, one inhabited village left, nor one cultivated field -

      how there was nothing but a dismal ruin, where the human creatures

      and the beasts lay dead together.

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      The outlaws had, at this time, what they called a Camp of Refuge,

      in the midst of the fens of Cambridgeshire. Protected by those

      marshy grounds which were difficult of approach, they lay among the

      reeds and rushes, and were hidden by the mists that rose up from

      the watery earth. Now, there also was, at that time, over the sea

      in Flanders, an Englishman named HEREWARD, whose father had died in

      his absence, and whose property had been given to a Norman. When

      he heard of this wrong that had been done him (from such of the

      exiled English as chanced to wander into that country), he longed

      for revenge; and joining the outlaws in their camp of refuge,

      became their commander. He was so good a soldier, that the Normans

      supposed him to be aided by enchantment. William, even after he

      had made a road three miles in length across the Cambridgeshire

      marshes, on purpose to attack this supposed enchanter, thought it

      necessary to engage an old lady, who pretended to be a sorceress,

      to come and do a little enchantment in the royal cause. For this

      purpose she was pushed on before the troops in a wooden tower; but

      Hereward very soon disposed of this unfortunate sorceress, by

      burning her, tower and all. The monks of the convent of Ely near

      at hand, however, who were fond of good living, and who found it

      very uncomfortable to have the country blockaded and their supplies

      of meat and drink cut off, showed the King a secret way of

      surprising the camp. So Hereward was soon defeated. Whether he

      afterwards died quietly, or whether he was killed after killing

      sixteen of the men who attacked him (as some old rhymes relate that

      he did), I cannot say. His defeat put an end to the Camp of

      Refuge; and, very soon afterwards, the King, victorious both in

      Scotland and
    in England, quelled the last rebellious English noble.

      He then surrounded himself with Norman lords, enriched by the

      property of English nobles; had a great survey made of all the land

      in England, which was entered as the property of its new owners, on

      a roll called Doomsday Book; obliged the people to put out their

      fires and candles at a certain hour every night, on the ringing of

      a bell which was called The Curfew; introduced the Norman dresses

      and manners; made the Normans masters everywhere, and the English,

      servants; turned out the English bishops, and put Normans in their

      places; and showed himself to be the Conqueror indeed.

      But, even with his own Normans, he had a restless life. They were

      always hungering and thirsting for the riches of the English; and

      the more he gave, the more they wanted. His priests were as greedy

      as his soldiers. We know of only one Norman who plainly told his

      master, the King, that he had come with him to England to do his

      duty as a faithful servant, and that property taken by force from

      other men had no charms for him. His name was GUILBERT. We should

      not forget his name, for it is good to remember and to honour

      honest men.

      Besides all these troubles, William the Conqueror was troubled by

      quarrels among his sons. He had three living. ROBERT, called

      CURTHOSE, because of his short legs; WILLIAM, called RUFUS or the

      Red, from the colour of his hair; and HENRY, fond of learning, and

      called, in the Norman language, BEAUCLERC, or Fine-Scholar. When

      Robert grew up, he asked of his father the government of Normandy,

      which he had nominally possessed, as a child, under his mother,

      MATILDA. The King refusing to grant it, Robert became jealous and

      discontented; and happening one day, while in this temper, to be

      ridiculed by his brothers, who threw water on him from a balcony as

      he was walking before the door, he drew his sword, rushed upstairs,

      and was only prevented by the King himself from putting

      them to death. That same night, he hotly departed with some

      followers from his father's court, and endeavoured to take the

      Castle of Rouen by surprise. Failing in this, he shut himself up

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      in another Castle in Normandy, which the King besieged, and where

      Robert one day unhorsed and nearly killed him without knowing who

      he was. His submission when he discovered his father, and the

      intercession of the queen and others, reconciled them; but not

      soundly; for Robert soon strayed abroad, and went from court to

      court with his complaints. He was a gay, careless, thoughtless

      fellow, spending all he got on musicians and dancers; but his

      mother loved him, and often, against the King's command, supplied

      him with money through a messenger named SAMSON. At length the

      incensed King swore he would tear out Samson's eyes; and Samson,

      thinking that his only hope of safety was in becoming a monk,

      became one, went on such errands no more, and kept his eyes in his

      head.

      All this time, from the turbulent day of his strange coronation,

      the Conqueror had been struggling, you see, at any cost of cruelty

      and bloodshed, to maintain what he had seized. All his reign, he

      struggled still, with the same object ever before him. He was a

      stern, bold man, and he succeeded in it.

      He loved money, and was particular in his eating, but he had only

      leisure to indulge one other passion, and that was his love of

      hunting. He carried it to such a height that he ordered whole

      villages and towns to be swept away to make forests for the deer.

      Not satisfied with sixty-eight Royal Forests, he laid waste an

      immense district, to form another in Hampshire, called the New

      Forest. The many thousands of miserable peasants who saw their

      little houses pulled down, and themselves and children turned into

      the open country without a shelter, detested him for his merciless

      addition to their many sufferings; and when, in the twenty-first

      year of his reign (which proved to be the last), he went over to

      Rouen, England was as full of hatred against him, as if every leaf

      on every tree in all his Royal Forests had been a curse upon his

      head. In the New Forest, his son Richard (for he had four sons)

      had been gored to death by a Stag; and the people said that this so

      cruelly-made Forest would yet be fatal to others of the Conqueror's

      race.

      He was engaged in a dispute with the King of France about some

      territory. While he stayed at Rouen, negotiating with that King,

      he kept his bed and took medicines: being advised by his

      physicians to do so, on account of having grown to an unwieldy

      size. Word being brought to him that the King of France made light

      of this, and joked about it, he swore in a great rage that he

      should rue his jests. He assembled his army, marched into the

      disputed territory, burnt - his old way! - the vines, the crops,

      and fruit, and set the town of Mantes on fire. But, in an evil

      hour; for, as he rode over the hot ruins, his horse, setting his

      hoofs upon some burning embers, started, threw him forward against

      the pommel of the saddle, and gave him a mortal hurt. For six

      weeks he lay dying in a monastery near Rouen, and then made his

      will, giving England to William, Normandy to Robert, and five

      thousand pounds to Henry. And now, his violent deeds lay heavy on

      his mind. He ordered money to be given to many English churches

      and monasteries, and - which was much better repentance - released

      his prisoners of state, some of whom had been confined in his

      dungeons twenty years.

      It was a September morning, and the sun was rising, when the King

      was awakened from slumber by the sound of a church bell. 'What

      bell is that?' he faintly asked. They told him it was the bell of

      the chapel of Saint Mary. 'I commend my soul,' said he, 'to Mary!'

      and died.

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      Think of his name, The Conqueror, and then consider how he lay in

      death! The moment he was dead, his physicians, priests, and

      nobles, not knowing what contest for the throne might now take

      place, or what might happen in it, hastened away, each man for

      himself and his own property; the mercenary servants of the court

      began to rob and plunder; the body of the King, in the indecent

      strife, was rolled from the bed, and lay alone, for hours, upon the

      ground. O Conqueror, of whom so many great names are proud now, of

      whom so many great names thought nothing then, it were better to

      have conquered one true heart, than England!

      By-and-by, the priests came creeping in with prayers and candles;

      and a good knight, named HERLUIN, undertook (which no one else

      would do) to convey the body to Caen, in Normandy, in order that it

      might be buried in St. Stephen's church there, which the Conqueror

      had founded. But fire, of which he had made such bad use in his

      life, seemed to follow him of itself in death. A great

      conflagration broke out
    in the town when the body was placed in the

      church; and those present running out to extinguish the flames, it

      was once again left alone.

      It was not even buried in peace. It was about to be let down, in

      its Royal robes, into a tomb near the high altar, in presence of a

      great concourse of people, when a loud voice in the crowd cried

      out, 'This ground is mine! Upon it, stood my father's house. This

      King despoiled me of both ground and house to build this church.

      In the great name of GOD, I here forbid his body to be covered with

      the earth that is my right!' The priests and bishops present,

      knowing the speaker's right, and knowing that the King had often

      denied him justice, paid him down sixty shillings for the grave.

      Even then, the corpse was not at rest. The tomb was too small, and

      they tried to force it in. It broke, a dreadful smell arose, the

      people hurried out into the air, and, for the third time, it was

      left alone.

      Where were the Conqueror's three sons, that they were not at their

      father's burial? Robert was lounging among minstrels, dancers, and

      gamesters, in France or Germany. Henry was carrying his five

      thousand pounds safely away in a convenient chest he had got made.

      William the Red was hurrying to England, to lay hands upon the

      Royal treasure and the crown.

      CHAPTER IX - ENGLAND UNDER WILLIAM THE SECOND, CALLED RUFUS

      WILLIAM THE RED, in breathless haste, secured the three great forts

      of Dover, Pevensey, and Hastings, and made with hot speed for

      Winchester, where the Royal treasure was kept. The treasurer

      delivering him the keys, he found that it amounted to sixty

      thousand pounds in silver, besides gold and jewels. Possessed of

      this wealth, he soon persuaded the Archbishop of Canterbury to

      crown him, and became William the Second, King of England.

      Rufus was no sooner on the throne, than he ordered into prison

      again the unhappy state captives whom his father had set free, and

      directed a goldsmith to ornament his father's tomb profusely with

      gold and silver. It would have been more dutiful in him to have

      attended the sick Conqueror when he was dying; but England itself,

      like this Red King, who once governed it, has sometimes made

      expensive tombs for dead men whom it treated shabbily when they

      were alive.

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