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Title: Heroines of the Crusades
Author: Bloss, C. A. (Celestia Angenette), 1812-1855
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HEROINES OF CRUSADES.



  HEROINES
  OF THE
  CRUSADES

  _Adela Countess of Blois.
  Eleanor of Aquitaine.
  Berengaria of Navarre.
  Isabella of Angouleme.
  Violante of Jerusalem.
  Eleanor of Castile._

  BY C. A. BLOSS.

  "Old Historic rolls I opened."

  Engraved by J. C. Buttre.



  HEROINES OF THE CRUSADES.


  BY C. A. BLOSS.
  AUTHOR OF "BLOSS'S ANCIENT HISTORY," ETC.


  "Old historic rolls I opened."


  AUBURN:
  ALDEN, BEARDSLEY & CO.
  ROCHESTER:
  WANZER, BEARDSLEY & CO.
  1853.



Entered, according to the Act of Congress, in the year 1853, BY ALDEN,
BEARDSLEY & CO., In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United
States for the Northern District of New York.



  TO MY PUPILS,
  The "Heroines of the Crusades"
  IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED
  BY THE AUTHOR.



PREFACE.


To those whom it has been my privilege and pleasure to lead through the
devious and darkened paths of the Past, to all who cordially receive the
doctrine that _actions_ and not faint desires for Excellence form the
character, I address a few words by way of explanation and Preface.

Jerusalem, the capital of Palestine, whether glorious in the beauty of her
first temple, and the excellent wisdom of her philosopher king, or veiled
in the darkness of that fatal eclipse in which the solemn scenes of
Calvary consummated her glory and shame, has occupied a position in the
great drama of human events, more interesting and important than any other
city on the globe.

But Jerusalem, in the gloom of that moral night which gathered over the
nations after the fall of the Western Empire of the Romans, exerted a
greater influence upon the minds of men than at any former period. The
insulting Moslem felt a degree of veneration for the splendid ruins over
which he walked with all a conqueror's pride--the African anchorite left
his solitary hermitage to weep upon Mount Olivet--the European adventurer
wreathed his staff with the branching palm from her holy hills--the
despairing Jew sat in sackcloth at her fallen gates, and even the mingled
barbarians of the East united with the Christian to revere the spot where
art achieved its proudest monument, and poetry found the theme of its
sublimest song.

This natural reverence, exalted into piety by the decrees of the church,
resulted necessarily in the practice of pilgrimage. Anxious, restless
guilt, fled from the scene of its enormities to the sweet valleys where
the Saviour whispered peace to his disciples; poetry sought inspiring
visions on the Mount of Transfiguration; penitence lingered in the garden
of Passion, and remorse expiated its crimes in weary vigils at the Holy
Sepulchre.

At the dawn of the eleventh century, one sublime idea pervaded
Christendom. The thousand years of the Apocalypse were supposed to be
accomplished, and a general belief prevailed that on the Mount of Olives,
whence the Son of God ascended in his chariot of cloud to heaven, he would
reappear in all the pomp of his Second Advent. From every quarter of the
Latin world the affrighted Christians, deserting their homes and kindred,
crowded to the Holy Land--terror quickened devotion, curiosity stimulated
enthusiasm. But insult and outrage awaited the pilgrims in Palestine, and
in Jerusalem itself they encountered the scoffing taunts of idolatry and
infidelity.

To free those holy courts from the polluting tread of the sandalled
Paynim, to prepare a pure resting-place for the Son of Man, Superstition
roused the martial spirit of the age, and enlisted chivalry under the
banners of the cross.

Thus began the CRUSADES, those romantic expeditions which, combining
religious fervor with military ardor, united the various nations of Europe
from the shores of the Baltic to the Straits of Gibraltar, and from the
banks of the Danube to the Bay of Biscay, in one common cause, and poured
the mingled tide of fanatics, warriors and adventurers, upon the plains of
Asia. For nearly two centuries the mightiest efforts and best blood of
Christendom were wasted in the useless struggle, and it is computed that
not less than six millions of people devoted their lives and fortunes to
this desperate undertaking.

But though the Crusades are so important to the historian as involving the
politics of all nations; to the philosopher as fraught with consequences
affecting the happiness of succeeding generations; and to the scholar as
commencing the era when Genius, brooding over the ruins of the Past, rose
Phoenix-like from the ashes of Arabian splendor, and soaring in the
clearer light of Christianity, scattered from her wing the dew of
refinement upon the barbarians of the North; yet the general reader feels
that his knowledge of them is so vague as to detract materially from his
pleasure in allusions to them, and continually to force upon his mind a
painful sense of ignorance upon points where he ought to be informed.

In some measure to supply a deficiency which common history cannot
obviate, to make the period of the Crusades interesting, by giving to it
the tangible thread of authentic narrative, these biographies of the
"Heroines" who inspired the troubadour, animated the warrior, or in person
"took the cross," have, with much care and labor, been selected and
compiled.

The era opens about the time of the Conquest, when William I.,
unquestionably the greatest ruler of his time, returns in triumph to
Normandy. No two writers agreeing as to the age of his children, I have
arranged them as best suited my purpose, making Cicely the eldest, the
betrothed of Harold; and the second daughter, Agatha, the bride of Earl
Edwin; and Adela, whose ambitious character is well authenticated, the
Heroine of the First Crusade.

The character and superstitions of the Saxons, with their love of
"legendary lore," I have endeavored to embody in the early life of Maude,
while I have endeavored to make her riper years illustrate the principles
and piety of a teacher to whom you are all much attached.

The half-infidel Hardrager, who was necessary to show both the plan of
Battle Abbey and the causes and character of pilgrimage, might really have
been the leader of the Assassins, since they established themselves in
Mount Lebanon, and incorporated in their belief some of the doctrines of
the New Testament about that period.

Eleanor of Aquitaine was one of the few women whose mature years in some
measure atoned for a youth of folly. Agnes Strickland cites authorities to
show that Fair Rosamond passed nineteen years in a convent, and died with
the reputation of a saint. You will excuse me that I permitted death to
cut her off in "her young beauty's bloom" to present a more affecting
picture of the sad effects of guilt. The ballads are not mine; some I
found in obsolete works, and one was versified from a legend of the Early
Romancers.

For the Tournament, and contest with the lion in Berengaria, I am indebted
to the same veracious authority, though I cannot account for Richard's
finding the Lion's Heart so conveniently situated at the bottom of the
throat, except from the fact that "Physiology and Hygiene" had not then
assigned the true position to the internal organs.

I was very sorry not to make Joanna as interesting as Edith in the
Talisman, but this was clearly impossible--first, from the fact that I had
not the genius of Scott; and second, because I made it my study to adhere
strictly to truth. It was Saphadin and not Saladin who sought to ally
himself with the princely house of Plantagenet, and I found it convenient
to console his disappointment by bestowing upon him the fictitious lady I
had brought to seek her fortune in the East. Michelet confirms this
decision by his statement that this was emphatically the era of women, and
that for some years a female exercised the sovereign power over the
territories of Islamism.

Blondell, upon whose very existence so many doubts have been cast, is, I
think, a well-authenticated character, who "_plays his part_" with great
fidelity and truth.

Had I not been limited as to space, the _ring_ in the hand of Violante's
grandson would have projected the catastrophe of the Sicilian Vespers. For
the same reason, I could only allude to the strife between the Guelphs and
Ghibellines, to the civil wars of France and England, to the Crusade
against the Albigenes, and the founding of the Inquisition by St. Dominic,
when, in quest of heresy, he traversed the hills and vales of Languedoe,
and doomed to death those brave spirits who dared to exercise the right of
private judgment.

Eva is the only purely fictitious character of any importance in the work,
and she was drawn from life, a portrait which some of you may recognize.
Fuller, in his "Holy War," contradicts the legend of Eleanora's drawing
the poison from Edward's wound, but adds, "he who shall disprove this
pretty fiction shall get to himself little credit," and I confess I had
not the courage thus warned to attempt it.

I would here gratefully acknowledge my obligations to the gentlemen of the
Rochester University, through whose politeness I have been permitted to
consult several works of early English authors not republished in this
country, from which I have made liberal extracts both of facts and
language.

In conclusion, I can only say I have endeavored to set before you a true
history in a series of entertaining stories. In the former, I am confident
I have succeeded both as regards events and chronology; of the latter I am
somewhat doubtful; but if my "Heroines" have the effect to awaken
curiosity and induce research, I shall feel that "they have their reward."

CLOVER STREET SEM., _Nov. 30th, 1852_.



CONTENTS.


                                  Page

  ADELA OF BLOIS                    19

  ELEANOR OF AQUITAINE             119

  BERENGARIA OF NAVARRE            195

  ISABELLA OF ANGOULEME            279

  VIOLANTE OF JERUSALEM            307

  ELEANORA OF CASTILE              341

  FIRST CRUSADE, A.D. 1090          75

  SECOND CRUSADE, A.D. 1147        132

  THIRD CRUSADE, A.D. 1187         221

  FOURTH CRUSADE, A.D. 1198        272

  FIFTH CRUSADE, A.D. 1203         281

  SIXTH CRUSADE, A.D. 1215         315

  SEVENTH CRUSADE, A.D. 1249       347

  EIGHTH CRUSADE, A.D. 1272        377

  NOTES                            461



Leaders of Crusades.


  GODFREY OF BOULOGNE,                     FIRST CRUSADE.

  STEPHEN, COUNT OF BLOIS,                   "      "

  LOUIS VII. OF FRANCE,                    SECOND   "

  FREDERIC I. BARBAROSSA,                  THIRD    "

  PHILIP II. AUGUSTUS,                       "      "

  RICHARD I. COEUR DE LION,                  "      "

  HENRY, COUNT OF CHAMPAGNE,               FOURTH   "

  CONRAD OF GERMANY,                         "      "

  THIBAUT, COUNT OF CHAMPAGNE,             FIFTH    "

  DANDOLO, DOGE OF VENICE,                   "      "

  JEAN DE BRIENNE, KING OF JERUSALEM,        "      "

  HUGH X. DE LUSIGNAN, COUNT LA MARCHE,      "      "

  ANDREW II. OF HUNGARY,                   SIXTH    "

  FREDERIC II. OF GERMANY,                   "      "

  LOUIS IX. OF FRANCE,                     SEVENTH  "

  CHARLES D'ANJOU, KING OF SICILY,           "      "

  EDWARD I. OF ENGLAND,                    EIGHTH   "



ADELA.


[Illustration: Adela. Countess of Blois.]


CHAPTER I.

THE NIGHT OF THE 20TH OF MARCH, 1067.

  "Wave high your torches on each crag and cliff
  Let many lights blaze on our battlements,
  Shout to them in the pauses of the storm
  And tell them there is no hope."
                                MATURIN'S _Bertram_.

All night long the Lady Matilda, with her becoming children, knelt before
the holy shrine in the old Abbey of Feschamp.

Anxiously had they watched through the lingering twilight, for the
whitening sails of the Conqueror's fleet. No sails appeared, and the night
fell dark and stormy upon the English channel. Meet was it that prayer
should ascend to Him who rules the destiny of nations, for the hopes of
all future times were rocked upon that midnight sea. The field of Hastings
was won, Harold was slain, England was subdued, and the ships of William
the Conqueror, filled with the flower of Norman chivalry, and followed by
the sad remnant of Saxon nobles, were speeding to the Norman coast.

Was it Woden the storm-throned, that thus with relentless fury pursued the
Viking's progeny,--despoilers of the Saxon race? Was it Thor the
thunder-voiced, warning the proud Conqueror that the great heart of
England still throbbed with the pulse of Freedom, though the vale of
Sanguelac was red with the blood of her bravest sons? Was it the spirit of
a milder Faith that prevailed over that night of darkness, spread a calm
morning on those troubled waters, and through that all-pervading sunlight
scattered blessings countless as the liquid jewels that paved the track of
the rescued ships?

The Mora with its splendid convoy was in sight, the bells rang out merrily
their matin chimes, and while Matilda lingered to unite in the anthem of
thanksgiving and praise, the little Adela, escaping from the care of the
attendants, found her way through the dim aisles, to the door of the
church, where she stood the radiant picture of delight, gazing with
childish interest upon the scene before her.

The solemn service over, Matilda with her stately train emerged from the
Abbey and encircled by a princely retinue of knights and ladies, watched
the swelling canvass, which under the pressure of a steady breeze, bore
the gallant vessels into port. Impatient of delay, the royal children ran
eagerly down the green slope to the water's edge. "Now brothers mine,"
said the fiery William, "the fair and goodly land of England, to him who
in three stones' cast shall twice strike yon fisherman's buoy." Seizing a
pebble as he spoke, he was about to hurl it towards the destined mark,
when Adela thoughtlessly grasped his arm. The stone dropped idly into the
wave, sprinkling the short cloaks, and embroidered tunics of the little
group. A derisive laugh followed this exploit, and Adela, familiar with
the effects of William's anger, fled from his uplifted hand to the
protecting care of Richard, who, sheltering her with his arm, exclaimed,
"Robert, imagine yon buoy a Saxon Earl, and try your prowess upon him. I
resign all claim to the conquered realm."

"Book and bell, latin prayers, and a pilgrimage for my brother Richard,"
replied Robert, selecting a smooth pebble and preparing to throw, but, ere
the stone left his hand, a well directed missile from William struck the
buoy, and sank it for a moment beneath the waves. With a look of proud
disdain Robert hurled the stone. It fell dimpling the waters far beyond
the mark. "England is mine," shouted William, as again with unerring aim
he dashed the buoy beneath the surface. "England is mine," he repeated,
pointing exultingly to the Saxon banner grasped in the hand of his own
effigy upon the prow of the Mora. Robert smiled contemptuously, and
rejoined his mother.

All eyes were now directed towards the gallant bark which rode proudly
into port, amid the joyous flutter of banners, gonfanons, pennons, and
streamers which from every mast, spar, and standard, waved and flapped in
the morning breeze.

A glad shout burst from the assembled multitude, and cries of "Long live
the conqueror William! Long live our good Duke of Normandy!" echoed by the
clangor of trumpet, and chiming of bells, welcomed the victor on shore.
Fondly embracing his lovely wife and children, and graciously receiving
the greeting of his rejoicing subjects, he turned to present the noble
Saxons, that swelled the pomp of his train.

"My Matilda will welcome Edgar Atheling, in whose veins flows the blood of
her sire Alfred the Great. The brave Earls Morcar and Edwin, the noble
Waltheof, and his beautiful daughter Maude, are also guests at our court,
and must lack no courtesy at our hands."

While Matilda with high-born grace and dignity received her reluctant
guests, the little Adela accustomed to the sight of mail-clad barons, and
princely array, felt herself irresistibly attracted by the timid girl, who
clung tremblingly to the arm of Earl Waltheof. Other eyes than hers were
fascinated by the appearance of the lovely stranger. A yellow kirtle of
the finest wool fell in graceful folds to her feet; over this was thrown a
purple robe, which confined at the bodice by a girdle exquisitely wrought,
draped without concealing the delicate proportions of a figure cast in
nature's finest mould. A crimson coverchief half hid the jewelled network,
from which her fair brown hair, brightening to gold in the sunshine,
escaped in rich abundance over a neck of snow. The steady light of her
meek violet eyes fell lovingly on Adela, and the faint tinge upon her
cheek deepened into a brilliant blush, as the sprightly child kindly
taking her hand, led her forward to receive the kiss of welcome from the
Queen Duchess Matilda.


CHAPTER II.

  "But doth the exile's heart serenely dwell in sunshine there?"

A succession of brilliant pageants, and knightly entertainments awaited
the Conqueror, his nobles and hostages, in their pompous progress through
all the towns and cities of Normandy, from Feschamp to Bayeux.

Robert already wearing the spurs of knighthood, girt with silver baldric,
and bearing high the lance with its pointed banderol, led the van;
gallantly conducting the young Earls Morcar and Edwin, and the royal
Atheling: while the aspiring Prince William, attaching himself to a band
of his father's best trained bowmen, practised on bright winged birds,
those feats of archery in which he subsequently became so cruelly skilful.

Adela obtained a place near the gentle Maude, and strove by every childish
art to charm back the smiles that transiently enlivened the sad
countenance of the Saxon maiden. Not less assiduously, and not more
successfully did the Duke King, and his haughty consort, employ the
fascinations of easy grace, and polished wit, to beguile the gloomy
musings of the captive Waltheof. So passed they on, the sad hearts with
the gay. So sat they in the halls of mirth, the one keeping strict lenten
fast, the other revelling in triumphal feasts; one sole thought
embittering the fast, and sweetening the feast--and that thought
_England_.

In a chamber in the palace of Bayeux were assembled the household of the
Conqueror, busy in their daily occupations. Groups of girls, with nimble
fingers, wrought silently under the eye of Matilda, the sad epic of
England's fall.

"Leave thy tangled skeins to these fair maids, and the skilful Turold, and
come thou apart with me," said William, abruptly entering and drawing his
Queen aside, within the deep embrasure of the window, "'tis of thy glory
and mine that I would speak."

The conference lasted long. The young princes summoned the maidens to the
mimic tourney in the tiltyard, and waiting clouds prepared the gorgeous
couch of sun, beyond the hills of Bretagne, ere the wily statesman had
completed the unfoldings of all his schemes, for fixing the Norman line
securely upon the throne of Edward the Confessor. He revealed his
apprehensions from the stern character of Waltheof, and his hopes from the
fascinations of his niece Judith d'Aumale. From Edgar Atheling he feared
little. The boy reared in a foreign court, a stranger to Saxon language
and manners, had neither desire nor capacity to contend for a dignity
unsuited to his years. He was already hand and glove with Robert, and
subject to the imperious will of the young knight.

But Morcar and Edwin were more dangerous foes. Kinsmen of the late king,
at the least disaffection they might rouse the friends of the famous Earl
Siward, vanquisher of Macbeth; the thegns of Norfolk, Ely, Huntingdon, and
Northumbria, stretching far to the Scottish border; and the valiant man of
Mercia allied to the terrible Welsh.

"The victory at Hastings, my Queen," said William, with his blandest
smile, "does not establish peaceful rule o'er all the hills and vales of
merrie England. Let policy complete what valor has commenced. Methinks our
pretty Cicely might bind the restive Edwin in the silken toils of love,
more securely than unwilling homage or extorted oath."

"Cicely, the betrothed of Harold!" exclaimed Matilda. "Could'st thou have
seen her agony when tidings of Harold's death came with news of thy
victory, thou would'st scarcely speak to her of love." "A childish fancy,"
impatiently cried William, "the breath of praise soon dries the tears on a
maiden's cheeks. She must be the Saxon's bride."

"It is impossible," replied the Queen. "In Notre-Dame de Bonnes Nouvelles,
while my soul was filled with joy for thy safety, did I dedicate thy
broken-hearted child to be the bride of Heaven. The holy Lanfranc has
already sanctioned the vow."

William strode hastily up and down the chamber, tying and untying the rich
cordon of his cloak in uncontrollable anger and disappointment.

Matilda laid her hand soothingly upon his arm. "Agatha is fairer than
Cicely--Adela hath wit beyond her years, and child as she is, will readily
comprehend all thy schemes."

"Talk not of Adela, she hath a head for intrigue equal to my brother Odo.
Wed her to one who might foster her ambition, and neither crown nor throne
would be beyond her aspirations."

"Agatha hath a loving heart," pleaded Matilda.

"Thou sayest truth Bein Aimie, 'tis by the heart woman rules. Agatha shall
be the affianced of Edwin before he leaves these shores."

Thus it was settled. The new Queen received the title of the manor of
Gloucester, and condemned the owner, her former lover, to perpetual
imprisonment. The fair Maude was to dwell in exile a hostage for the
fidelity of her father, till a fitting opportunity might occur to make her
hand the bond of amity between the Conqueror and some disaffected peer.
Other hostages with their various possessions were disposed of in a
similar manner, and thus the shades of evening stole into that darkened
chamber, and brooded like palpable forms over the sacrifices which the new
sovereigns covertly laid upon the altar of Avarice and Ambition.

The ceremony of betrothal took place on the following evening. There were
guests in embroidered garments and costly jewels, there were lights and
music, and more than wonted festivity: yet Maude saw only Edwin, and when
taking the hand of the little princess, he pronounced with unhesitating
voice, "Thine, and thine only," the color faded from her lip and cheek, as
if a mortal woe had fastened on her heart.

There were gifts and congratulations, and as Edwin presented his bride a
miniature shield of silver, saying gallantly, "This shall thy heart from
other love defend," a gleam of triumph on the countenance of William
assured Matilda that Edwin was won.


CHAPTER III.

                    "Oh! the joy
  Of young ideas painted on the mind,
  In the warm glowing colors fancy spreads
  On objects not yet known, when all is new
  And all is lovely."
                                HANNAH MORE.

When the spring deepened into summer, Edwin, exulting in the pride of his
youthful elegance and princely alliance, returned loaded with honors to
his restored domains.

Agatha wept sore at his departure, but no tear trembled on the cheek of
Maude. All external emotions were buried in the grave of hopeless love,
and thenceforth in her pale, changeless beauty, she looked the ivory
shrine, where the ashes of some holy thing were preserved, to work daily
miracles upon the restless spirits by which she was surrounded.

In her society the turbulent, and self-willed children of the Conqueror
became calm and docile. Often in the long still twilight would she hold
them a charmed circle, listening with breathless awe to wild tales and
ghostly legends of the terrible Vikings; who drove their daring keels into
unknown seas, and immured their wailing captives in sunless dungeons of
northern ice, or left them naked and shivering upon a barren coast, a prey
to the wolfish winds, that lifted and tossed them ever on the red and
bristling spears of Aurora's giant demons.

The story of the Babe of Bethlehem--cradled among the beasts of the
stall--heralded by angels, and worshiped by the eastern sages, passing, a
holy presence that diffused joy and comfort to every heart, through the
green vales of Judea--walking unsandaled upon the glassy waves of
Galilee, and standing in robes white as the light upon the top of Tabor,
agonizing in Gethsemane, and suffering upon Calvary for the redemption of
a ruined race, recited in the mellow tones of Maude, imparted an interest
to the scenes of the Saviour's life and passion, which all the sacred
relics and saintly effigies of the church had failed to awaken.

But especially did Robert and Adela delight in tales of the turbaned
Paynim. The long caravan winding its spicy track through emerald oases, or
glistening sands--the dark-browed Saracens with spear and cimeter
careering in battle on Arab steeds, fleet as the desert wind--terrible
Turks from the wilds of Khosser, swifter than leopards, and more fierce
than the evening wolves--swarthy Nubians clustering like locusts in the
holy places--toil-worn pilgrims scourged and massacred, and christian
children slaughtered to furnish diabolical repasts for Moslem fiends, were
themes that never failed to excite the most intense curiosity, and to
rouse the direct imprecations of vengeance.

From one of these narrations, Robert rose with a determined air, and
exclaimed--"My grandsire, Robert le Diable, say the monks, was carried to
heaven on the backs of fiends; but if by the favor of St. Stephen, I ever
visit the Holy Land, it shall be not with pilgrim's staff, but with sword
and lance, to drive those cursed fiends back to their place of torture."

"It were a holy work," said Richard, "and one the saints would bless."

"Were I a knight, or might a woman set lance in rest," cried Adela, "those
heathen dogs should no longer feed upon the flesh of christian babes.
Shame to the peers of Normandy, that sit quietly in Rouen while the Holy
Sepulchre is in the hands of infidels."

"The peers of Normandy will sit quietly in Rouen only till my father
returns from his conference with Lanfranc," said William. "Last night a
small vessel anchored off the coast, and a messenger came in breathless
haste to the palace. I could not gain speech with him, but I know he
brings tidings from Fitz Osborne, and our Uncle Odo. Hugh de Glaville
conjectures there is treason in England."

"My mother dismissed her maidens at an earlier hour than is her wont, and
sent away Turold with a frown, when he brought her his pattern of the
wooden fort," said Cicely, with a sigh, "my heart misgave me then that
some peril was impending."

"Pray God it may not reach Edwin," said Agatha, with white lips.

"Pray God the troubles may continue till my father moves his court to
London," said William, as rising from the mossy bank upon which they had
been sitting, the anxious party returned through the pleasance, to the
great hall where the evening meal was prepared.

When the silent repast was finished, Maude led the weeping Agatha to her
own chamber, and lifting the curtain of the oratory, stood with her before
an altar covered with a richly embroidered velvet pall. Upon the altar was
placed a golden crucifix, before which burned a silver lamp, and in a
niche above, an alabaster image of the Madonna.

"Daughter of the Norman William," said she, taking Agatha's hands and
kneeling before the altar, "with the holy cross before thee, and the eyes
of our blessed lady looking down upon thee, tell me truly, lovest thou the
Saxon Edwin?" and Agatha whispered low but firmly, "I love the Saxon
Edwin."

"Turn thy eyes to the stars, emblems of unchanging faith, and tell me
truly, wilt thou be to Edwin a guardian Fylgia in weal or woe?" and Agatha
answered, "I will guard Edwin in weal or woe."

"Lay thy hand upon this holy shrine," again said Maude, lifting the purple
pall, and revealing a jewelled casket, "and tell me truly, though father,
mother, brother, friend, or priest, compel, wilt thou with Edwin keep thy
plighted troth?" and Agatha answered, "I will with Edwin keep my plighted
troth." "The pure Mary, the sleepless stars, and this holy relic of St.
John the divine aid thee to keep thy vow, Amen." And Agatha responded
solemnly--"Amen."

All that night the patient Maude wrought with a magic bodkin upon the
trothgift of Edwin, inscribing thereon a Saxon charm, that worn upon the
breast of his mistress should shield him from danger, defeat, and death!
the trusting Agatha keeping silent vigils by her side, while from the
court-yard below echoed the tramp of steeds, and the heavy tread of
mail-clad warriors hastening preparations for departure.


CHAPTER IV.

  "That cruel word her tender heart so thrilled
  That sudden cold did run through every vein,
  And stony horror all her senses filled,
  With dying fit, that down she fell for pain."
                                SPENSER'S _Fairy Queen_.

  "When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
  But in battalions."
                                SHAKSPEARE'S _Hamlet_.

The conjectures of Prince William were well founded. The peers of Normandy
were again summoned from their castles to attend the Conqueror, and the
following spring the royal family removed to Winchester.

The coronation of Matilda was the most imposing pageant that had ever been
seen in England. Foreign princes and peers graced the brilliant
ceremonial--a numerous and lordly company of Normans attended her to the
church, and a body-guard of Anglo-Saxons, among whom Agatha distinguished
Edwin, conspicuous alike for the beauty of his person, and the almost
oriental magnificence of his apparel, reconducted the new Queen and her
beautiful children to the palace, where a splendid banquet closed the
festivities.

This season of rejoicing was followed by events of a sad and gloomy
character. The peculiar miseries which fell upon England during the
disastrous years of 1069-70 compelled the Queen with the ladies of her
court, again to seek safety in Normandy. The revolt of Earl Waltheof--the
invasion of the Danes--the flight of Edgar Atheling--the hostility of
Malcolm, King of Scotland--the destruction of the city of York--the death
of Aldred, its beneficent, and much loved bishop--the desolation of
Northumberland--the laying waste the county of Hampshire--the confiscation
of private property--and the cry of houseless wanderers, perishing of
want, furnished a scene of unexampled calamities, while the odious revival
of the Danegelt, and the still more odious imposition of the _couvre feu_,
goaded the exasperated inhabitants to desperation, and excited constant
rebellions and insurrections.

The heart of the king, grieved and irritated, became entirely alienated
from his Saxon subjects; and when Earl Edwin demanded the hand of Agatha,
his claim was rejected with reproach and scorn.

Meanwhile the ladies of the Norman court, no less than Matilda, deplored
the absence of their lords, and murmurings and complaints succeeded to
sadness and discontent, as month after month, and year after year rolled
on, and still the troubles in England required the constant exercise of
the Norman arms.

The unheralded arrival of the Conqueror, with a military escort at Caen,
excited a brief sensation of pleasure, but small cause had his family to
rejoice in his coming.

The princesses were listening with rapt attention while Maude related the
romance of a northern Jarl, who each night when the moon hung her silver
lamp on high, moored his ocean palace beneath the shadow of a castle,
beetling the sea, to woo fair Ulnah the Pearl of the Orkneys. The maiden,
leaning spell-bound from the lattice, had yielded to the enchanter's song,
and dropped a pale pearl upon the deck of the war-ship; the wizard-bird
that nestled in its shroudings had spread its broad wings and hovered
broodingly above the casement, when flaming torches--splashing oars--and
wild shouts, announced the coming of her father's fleet.

At this point of the story a messenger hastily entered and summoned Agatha
to the presence of her dread father.

With sad presentiments the princess rose and silently obeyed the mandate.
None were present with the Conqueror in the audience chamber save Matilda,
Lanfranc, and the Saxon secretary, Ingulfus.

"Seat thyself beside me, daughter, and listen to my words," said the
haughty monarch, with unwonted tenderness. "That I bade thee pledge thy
hand to Earl Edwin to secure the peace of England, instead of trusting
that event to my good sword, hath long grieved me sore; and often have I
prayed the holy saints to absolve me of the sin. Heaven has heard my
prayer and averted thy doom."

An involuntary shudder shook the slight frame of Agatha, but no sound
escaped her lips.

"The brave Alphonso, King of Gallicia," continued the king, "has sent to
woo thee for his bride; ambassadors wait in the antechamber, and the good
Lanfranc has consented to release thee from thy extorted vow. With this
costly ring the prince of Spain plights thee his faith."

Agatha instinctively drew back her hand.

"Nay, shrink not, my daughter. The Saxon was unworthy of thy love. Knowest
thou not he is leagued with thy father's foes? Resign thou his troth-gift,
I will restore it to the proud Rebel. Bid thy maidens robe thee in apparel
befitting thy rank, (certes, the Spanish diadem will well become thy jetty
locks.) Even now a splendid convoy of vessels ride at anchor in the harbor
to convey thee to thy future lord, and the pious Ingulfus, who hath long
desired to visit the Holy Sepulchre, shall attend thee to the coast of
Spain."

Agatha neither spoke nor moved.

"Give me thy troth-gift, silly girl," cried her father angrily, bending
his brow upon her, with the terrible frown, at which bold hearts were wont
to quail.

Mechanically the trembling victim, drew from her bosom the talismanic
shield. Lanfranc took it from her hand, placed the ring upon her finger,
repeated the words of absolution, and the ceremony of betrothal, and when
he ceased, Agatha lay at her father's feet, pale and cold in a death-like
swoon. But bitterly as Matilda wept over her suffering daughter, her heart
was torn with still keener anguish, at the maledictions pronounced upon
her first-born and favorite son. Robert had been betrothed in infancy to
the heiress of Maine; and had cherished the most romantic attachment for
his affianced bride. On the death of the princess the people demanded him
for their lord, and the young regent, generous and rash, had proceeded to
take possession of the duchy, and administer justice in his own name.

William now required him to resign the fief, not only, but to give his
hand to Maude, the beautiful captive, who had so long been the companion
of his sisters. With the true spirit of chivalry, Robert indignantly
replied;

"The lovely Maude hath already bestowed her affections on Earl Edwin, and
Robert's bride shall never bear to the altar a reluctant heart. Thou hast
sacrificed the meek Agatha to the lust of dominion, but the gentle Maude
shall never suffer from thy tyranny, while the sword of a belted knight
can defend her. If ever I am king of England, the lands of Huntingdon
shall be hers, with free right to choose her own lord."

"Boast not thyself of to-morrow, England shalt thou never have. I have won
it by mine own good sword, the vicars of Christ have set its crown upon my
head, and placed its sceptre in my hand, and all the world combined shall
not take it from me," cried the monarch in a paroxysm of rage.

"I only demand the suzerainship of Normandy and Maine, which all men say
is my just inheritance," replied Robert.

"Thou would'st do well to remember the fate of Absalom, and the
misfortunes of Rehoboam, and beware of evil counsellors," retorted
William.

Robert insolently rejoined, "I did not come hither to listen to sermons,
but to claim the investiture which has been promised me. Answer me
positively, are not these things my right?"

"It is not my custom to strip before I go to bed," replied the Conqueror;
"and as long as I live, I will not divide my native realm, Normandy, with
another, for it is written in the holy evangelists, 'Every kingdom divided
against itself shall become desolate.'"

"If it is inconvenient for thee to keep thy word, I will depart from
Normandy, and seek justice from strangers, here I will not remain a
subject," retorted Robert, with equal pride and scorn.

"Par le splendeur de Dé," shouted William, half unsheathing his sword. "It
is not to be borne, that he who owes his existence to me, should aspire to
be my rival in mine own dominions. May the curse of Cain light upon thy
undutiful head."

Thus they parted, Robert to take refuge with his mother's brother, in
Flanders, and William to return to his distracted kingdom, where the fires
of civil war still smouldered in the ashes of freedom.

In such scenes was Adela nurtured, and thus in an atmosphere of intrigue
and superstition, was a character naturally penetrating and impetuous,
prepared to devise and carry forward the wildest schemes.

Public calamities, and domestic vexations, impaired the peace and
irritated the temper of the English monarch. Bodesmen from the north,
brought news of leagues and plots against his power, while messengers from
Normandy, conveyed tidings of the disaffections of his peers, and the
hostilities of the French king.

Richard, his most dutiful and affectionate son, had accompanied him to
England. The young prince was exceedingly fond of the chase, and often
spent whole days hunting in the New Forest of Hampshire.

The malaria of the depopulated district, and the painful emotions awakened
in his sensitive nature, by the sight of famishing wretches, vainly
seeking food and shelter, brought on a delirious fever, which soon
terminated his life. He was interred in Winchester Cathedral.

The last tone of the curfew bell was reverberating through the silent
halls of the palace, when the distracted father, haunted by the piteous
lamentations, and reproachful ravings of his departed son, threw himself
despairingly upon his couch.

"News from beyond seas," said the chamberlain, entering, and presenting
him a letter. William cut the silk and read.

"In the name of the blessed Mary, ever virgin, St. Michael, and St.
Valery, doth thy poor scribe Ingulfus pray, that strength may be given
thee, duke William, by grace of God, king of England, to bear the dreadful
tidings, which much it grieves me to convey. When this comes to thee thou
wilt know that thy sweet daughter, Agatha, liveth no more. From the day of
our departure she shed no tears, but a tender wailing sound, like the moan
of a wounded dove, issued ever from her lips. Her heart, she said, was
devoted to her first spouse, and she prayed that the Most High would
rather take her to himself, than allow her ever to be wedded to another.
Her prayer was granted.

"The faintness which we witnessed at her betrothal, returned upon her by
night and by day, but she never murmured; and on the eve of the blessed
St. Agnes, having received the rites of our holy Church, she died, with
the crucifix in her hand, and the name of Edwin on her lips."

The scroll dropped from the hand of the stricken father and a remorseful
pang wrung his heart.

Again the chamberlain entered ushering in a dark figure wrapped in a long
serge cloak, like those usually worn by monks. Kneeling at the monarch's
feet, the stranger spoke. "Knowing, oh king! thy munificence to thy
faithful servants, and moved by the love I bear thy throne and realm, I
have discovered to Fitz Osborne the secret haunts of thine enemies, and to
obtain thy royal favor, have brought from the Isle of Ely, that which I
hope will please thee well. Behold the head of the Saxon chief."

The Conqueror shrank back in horror, as the well-known features of Edwin,
pale and distorted with the death agony, and the long, fair locks all
dabbled with gore, met his bewildered gaze.

"Cursed traitor!" shouted he, starting from his seat, "dost thou think to
win my favor by bringing me the head of thy murdered lord? Ho! seneschal,
convey this Judas to the lowest cell of the donjon. There shall he learn
how William rewards the betrayer of innocent blood." The prisoner was
borne from his presence.

The monarch buried his face in his hands, and burst into tears of
uncontrollable anguish.

"Woe is me, my daughter,--Done to death by thy father's unholy
ambition--Thy Edwin hunted and slain on his own hearth-stone. What has
this sceptre brought me? Toilsome days, and sleepless nights,--a divided
household,--and children cut off in the flower of their youth. Truly,
saith the Scripture; 'Woe unto him that coveteth an evil covetousness unto
his house.'"

As he bowed his head his eyes fell upon the fatal, silver shield. Lifting
it reverently from the floor, and wiping the clotted blood from its
polished surface, with some difficulty, he deciphered the Saxon
inscription, which has been thus elegantly translated.

  "Edwin his pledge has left in me,
    Now to the battle prest:
  His guardian angel may she be,
    Who wears me on her breast.

  To him true hearted may she prove,
    Oh! God, to thee I pray;
  Edwin shall well requite her love,
    Returning from the fray.

  But if, forgetful of her vows,
    May Heaven avert the thought,
  She sell this love-charm of her spouse,
    Which never could be bought;

  If of her own free will she cast
    This talisman away;
  May Edwin's life no longer last,
    To rue that fatal day."


CHAPTER V.

  "Still to the truth direct thy strong desire,
  And flee the very air where dwells a liar.
  Fail not the mass, there still with reverent feet,
  Each morn be found, nor scant thy offering meet,
  Haste thee, sir knight, where dames complain of wrong;
  Maintain their right, and in their cause be strong."

The last act in the bloody tragedy of England's subjection, was
consummated in the year 1074, when Earl Waltheof, having been drawn into a
plot against the crown, and betrayed by his Norman wife, Judith, to her
uncle, the Conqueror, was beheaded on a rising ground, just without the
gates of Winchester, the first Anglo-Saxon that perished by the hand of
the executioner.

The perfidious Judith had fixed her affections on a French Count, but
William had already secured a willing agent of his own purposes, in the
person of Simon, a Norman noble, lame and deformed, on whom he designed to
bestow her hand, with the rich earldoms of Northampton and Huntingdon.

The haughty Judith scorned the alliance, and stripped of rank and power,
retired to the wilds of Yorkshire in obscurity and contempt.

The bitter tears occasioned by the melancholy fate of Agatha and Edwin,
were fresh upon the cheek of Maude, when the heavy tidings of her father's
cruel death, overwhelmed her in a tide of deeper anguish. A lingering
illness followed, yet sweet dreams stole ever upon her rest, and the
watchful Adela comprehended, that transported to the home of her
childhood, in the gaiety of life's early morn, she trod again the breezy
upland, and fragrant glade, wandered through wood and wold, with Edwin by
her side, or sitting by the star-lit fountain, challenged the nightingale
from out the leafy holt, with snatches of Runic rhyme, and Saxon melody.
But young life combating disease, slowly led her back from the gates of
the grave. One by one the bright visions faded, and sadly her eyes
unclosed to a consciousness of the dark realities before her.

William had determined that the hand of the beautiful heiress of
Huntingdon, should compensate the pliant Simon for the mortifying refusal
of her stepmother. The betrothal was to take place directly on the
Conqueror's arrival in Normandy, but the happy oblivion of Maude, no less
than the entreaties of Adela, and the menacing of Robert served to delay
the doom they could not finally avert.

William had subdued the rebel province of Maine, and moved by the
declining health, and incessant pleading of his beloved Queen, had
accorded to his refractory son a full pardon for his late rebellion,
"promising at the same time, to grant him everything that he could expect
from the affection of a father consistently with the duty of a king."

Thus peace was restored throughout the Conqueror's dominions, and the
royal family happy in their reunion, kept merry Christmas in the capital
city of Rouen.

"Sweet sister mine," said Robert to Adela, as she sat engaged upon the
famous Bayeux tapestry, "pray leave the royal nose of our valiant sire,
which thou hast punctured and cross-stitched, till verily it seems to
bleed beneath thy fingers, and lend an ear to thy brother's words."

"Now, gramercy! Curthose," said Adela, laughing, "thou must have a
distinct impression of thy noble father's visage, since thou canst not
distinguish his nose from the 'fiery train' of the terrific comet."

"Nay," said Robert, taking up the simile, "the Conqueror's fiery train in
England, has wrought more terror than all the comets since the days of
Julius Cæsar, as the inhabitants of York will testify; but come, lay aside
that odious tapestry, I have other work for thy skilful fingers."

"My duteous brother would, perhaps, employ them in puncturing his noble
sire, at the field of Archembraye, but a maiden's needle wounds less
deeply than a warrior's sword," said Adela, archly.

"Certes, thy tongue is sharper than thy needle," said Robert, reddening,
"and thine eyes outdo thy tongue. On the field of Archembraye I did but
wound my father's arm, while one bright shaft from thine eyes has pierced
Count Stephen's heart."

"Methinks a heart so vulnerable, should be clad in armor," said Adela,
reddening in her turn.

"Thy woman's wit doth run before my speech and prophesy my errand," said
Robert. "The Count Stephen, of Blois, bids me entreat the fair Adela to
bind him in _ring armor_, that the friend of Robert may be his brother in
arms."

"_He_ bids thee!" said Adela, dropping the embroidery. "Is the count,
then, in Rouen?"

"Even so, bien amie," replied Robert. "Hast thou not marked a noble figure
entering the church at twilight, and emerging at sunrise, his regards bent
upon the ground except, perchance, when he steals a glance at my charming
sister, accompanying her mother to matins or vespers."

"In truth, I marked such a youth," said Adela, blushing, "but wherefore
frequents he not the court?"

"He holds his vigil of arms till twelfth day," replied Robert, "and the
Conqueror has promised, that ere the Yule-clog, as Atheling calls it, has
ceased to burn, he will himself lay the accolade of knighthood upon the
shoulder of the young count. 'Tis my father's wish that his children
assist at the ceremony."

"My father's wish!" said Adela, in a tone of deep surprise.

"Certes, sweet," replied her brother, "thinkest thou the Conqueror sees
not the white flocks that range the green pastures of Blois, that he hears
not the sound of the busy looms of Chartres, and loves not the sparkling
wine, that flows from the blushing vineyards of Champaigne?"

"Robert, thou hast broken my needle," said Adela, striving confusedly to
hide from the penetrating eyes of her brother, the influence which these
considerations exercised over her own ambitious heart.

"I have broken thy needle of wool, that thou mightst thread a finer with
floss of silk to embroider the scarf for thy gallant knight," said Robert,
rising to withdraw. Adela followed him to the antechamber, and dismissing
the attendants, concerted with him the arrangements for the pageant.

Scarcely confessing to herself the sweet hopes that for the first time
agitated her bosom, she quitted the joustings and maskings of the
holidays, and passed the festive season in the privacy of her own
apartment, where assisted only by the faithful Maude, she wrought upon
Tyrian purple the golden lions of Chartres, budded the shining damask with
the fleur de lis of Champagne, and sewed the embroidered field azure with
the pearly crescent of Blois. The deep tones of the turret clock tolling
the midnight hour broke the stillness that reigned through the castle,
just as Adela severed the last silken thread from the embroidery frame,
and held up the gorgeous baldric in the light of the lamp before the
admiring gaze of her friend.

"Hush!" said Maude, placing her finger on Adela's lip to repress a joyous
exclamation, "we have a proverb in the north that, 'finished works bring
prophetic dreams.'--Hasten to seek thy pillow, but beware thy glance
wander not from yon bright star that even now glimmers through the
casement. Breathe not a word while I wreathe the silken scarf in the folds
of thy canopy, and whisper the mystic charm of the morthwyrtha." With an
incredulous smile Adela obeyed, and dismissing the tire-women, Maude left
her to her solitary slumbers. The sun had scarce risen when Maude again
entered the apartment.

"The visions of the future have visited thy rest," said she, glancing
inquiringly at the thoughtful countenance of the princess.

"Question me not," replied Adela, "a promise and a fear have bewildered
me--coming years can alone explain the mystery."

The great hall of the palace was fitted up for a brilliant ceremony. All
the knights and nobles, bishops and clergy of Normandy, and the adjacent
provinces, arrayed in the most gorgeous vestments of their several
orders, with high-born dames and blushing maidens, sparkling in jewelry,
lined the apartment, at the upper end of which stood the family of the
Conqueror, beside an altar covered with cloth of gold.

The young princes Robert and William after attending Count Stephen to the
bath clothed him in white garments, and covered him with a crimson cloak,
the one symbolical of the purity of his soul, the other of his
determination to shed his blood in the cause of heaven. Arrayed in this
simple garb, after the celebration of the high mass, he entered the hall
and approaching the altar, presented his sword to the bishop, who blessed
and consecrated it to the service of religion and virtue.

Lanfranc then addressed him thus. "Thou seekest, Count of Blois, to become
a knight--thou art of noble birth--of liberal gifts and high in
courage.--Thou must be strong in danger--secret in councils--patient in
difficulties--powerful against enemies--prudent in deeds. Lay thy hand
upon this holy missal, and swear to observe the following rules." And
Stephen laid his hand upon the clasped volume, and repeated slowly, after
the priest.

"I do solemnly promise and swear to spare neither my blood nor my life in
defence of the Catholic faith,--to aid all widows and orphans--to protect
the innocent and oppressed--to be humble in all things--to speak the truth
from the heart--to seek the welfare of my vassals--to regard the rights of
my sovereign--and to live righteously before God and man."

Then rising from his knees and throwing off his cloak the neophyte stood
with his head reverently inclined toward the priest, while Prince William
buckled on the spurs of knighthood, and Edgar Atheling fastened the
greaves, and Robert belted the corselet; gracefully he sank upon his knee,
when Maude advancing adjusted the helmet upon his closely curling locks,
and Constance presented the spear with its drooping pennon; but his head
bowed in conscious devotion, and the warm blood glowed eloquently on his
manly cheek, while Adela, the lady of his love, tremulous with agitation,
passed the scarf about his neck--fitted the silken folds across his
breast, and belted the jewelled knot upon the ivory sheath of his sword.

Appareled in his splendid armor the young count took the consecrated
weapon from the altar, and presenting it to the king, knelt before the
throne while the monarch rose and laid upon his shoulder three gentle
blows, saying in a voice whose deep tones echoed to the farthest end of
the hall, "In the name of St. Michael, and St. Stephen, I make thee
knight. Be loyal, bold and true."

Following the example of the Conqueror, each knight advanced a step, drew
his sword from the sheath, and while the hall gleamed with the flash of
burnished steel, the man of God again took up the word, blessing him who
had newly undertaken, and those who had long been engaged in holy warfare,
and praying that all the hosts of the enemies of heaven, might be
destroyed by christian chivalry.

The trumpets sounded without, and the knights thronging around their
brother in arms, conducted him to the court below, where vaulting upon
their steeds, they rode through the admiring crowds, among whom Stephen
scattered largesses with a liberal hand.

The banquet over, a gallant train of mounted knights and ladies emerged
from the wooded park and wound along the banks of the Seine. There was
rare sport that day, when the fox broke cover, and the hounds darted away
upon his track, and the curveting steeds bounded over the crisp green
sward, in the wild excitement of the chase; but the proud barb of Stephen
obedient to the rein, curved his glossy neck and moved with lofty step, by
the dappled palfrey of Adela, while the young knight whispered words that
the princess loved to hear; and thus in sweet converse the day wore away,
and when the solemn night came on, beneath the blue cope of heaven, while
the stars gazed from their sapphire thrones and the river mingled its low
music with the murmur of their voices, Adela plighted her troth to Stephen
Count of Blois.

But a ceremonial more joyous than a betrothal--more solemn than a burial,
occasioned the removal of the court to Feschamp.

From the day of Harold's death, Cicely his betrothed, devoted herself to
the cloister. Her father had bestowed a princely dower upon the convent of
her choice, and fixed the day of her profession upon the high festival of
Easter. At the close of the lenten fast, she quitted the scene of her
childish pleasures, gazed a last adieu on the hills, vales and streams,
over which the early spring of that bright climate was casting its mellow
sheen--distributed alms among the mendicant crowds that thronged her
route, and bade a kind farewell to the multitudes, that flocked from every
village and hamlet, to invoke the blessing of heaven upon her holy
purpose.

Adela stood again in the old abbey of Feschamp, listening to the joyous
sound of the matin chime, but neither the happy associations awakened by
the place and hour, nor the warm breath of early love could charm the
sadness from her heart.

She had entered the dark cloister, and conducted Cicely from her weary
vigil beside the holy relics, to wreathe her dark locks with jewels and
gold, and array her fair form for the last time in the garb of a princess.
With the selfishness of affection, she suffered none but Maude to share
the pious task.

Fast fell her tears as the whispered sounds of her sister's devotions
forced upon her an appalling sense of the final separation.

The convent bell had scarce ceased its summons, ere a splendid concourse
filled the galleries, and thronged the aisles of the Abbey to witness the
holy bridal.

Proudly and painfully beat the heart of the king, as his saintly daughter
leaned upon his breast--twined her soft arms lovingly about his neck--and
imprinted her last kiss upon his cheek; but sympathetic tenderness
overmastered all other emotions, as with gentle force he drew her from the
last fond embrace of her weeping mother, and the convulsive clasp of the
almost frantic Adela, and resigned her in all her youthful beauty, to be
immured in a living tomb. Her three young sisters less grieved at the
parting, than pleased with the pageant, with hasty adieus prepared to take
their place in the ceremony.

With a light step nicely modulated to the soft chanting of the nuns, the
little Adeliza bearing a jewelled crucifix, led the procession, followed
by Constance and Gundred, each carrying a lighted taper and bearing
between them a lily-shaped basket of wrought silver, containing the vestal
habit and veil which they laid upon the altar.

At the solemn call of the bishop, the fair Cicely entered, prepared as a
bride adorned for her husband, and supported by the matron sisters passed
up the long aisle, her white robes like a gathering mist floating about
her fragile form, and her calm and serene countenance, beaming with such
angelic sweetness from beneath the gossamer wreath which ornamented her
head, that to Maude's fanciful vision she seemed already crowned with the
radiant halo of the saints. A brilliant burst of jubilant melody, pealing
from the organ, accompanied the nuns in their welcoming hymn, "O Gloriosa
Virginium," and a breathless silence pervaded the holy courts as the soft
voice of Cicely responded. "Receive me, oh Lord! according to thy holy
word."

Kneeling before the bishop she begged his benediction and the name of
Cecilia her patron-saint. The reverend Father gave her the consecrated
name, signed her with the sign of the cross, and sprinkled holy-water upon
her garments.

The high mass celebrated, and the Kyrie Eleison sung, a waxen taper was
placed in her hand, and seated by the chancel, she listened with devout
attention, while the archbishop portrayed the beatitude of that high
vocation, which had called her from the pomps and vanities of earthly
grandeur, to the durable riches of a heavenly kingdom; from the waning
light of earthly affection to the ineffable love of the immortal
bridegroom;--from the fading lustre of an earthly diadem, to the
changeless glory of an eternal crown: and scarcely had he concluded with
the gracious words, "Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou
excellest them all," when the whole orchestra took up the note of
commendation and "Gloria in Excelsis" sounded through the cloistered
aisles, echoed along the vaulted roof, and breathed to the heart of the
waiting novice the full reality of joy. The sacred vestments were blessed
and replaced in their silver shrine, and the children resuming their
precious burden preceded their sister into an inner, apartment, where busy
nuns disrobed her of her resplendent array,--despoiled her of her costly
ornaments--and one by one shred away her long, bright locks, that never
more might stir a thought of pride.

The solemn bandeau was bound about her brow, the black serge garment
wrapped about her form, and when she again knelt before the bishop,
saying, "I am the handmaid of Christ," an ill-suppressed shriek from
Adela, told how changed was her appearance, and how gloomy was the fate
that awaited her--but the votaress saw nothing, heard nothing, save the
sacred mysteries in which she was engaged. Prostrated as if in deep
abasement she lay upon the marble floor, while the choir chanted the
litany; gently she inclined to the abbess, to be bound by the girdle of
humiliation; reverently she bowed her head to receive the veil that should
forever shut the world from her sight; joyfully she accepted the ring that
sealed the irrevocable vow; and while the choir chanted, "Come, oh spouse
of Christ, receive the crown," a coronal of mingled thorns and roses was
placed upon her head--and Cicely was a nun.

Loud anthems pealed upward to the swelling dome, and every demonstration
of joy welcomed the bride to her new home.

The royal guests sat down to a splendid repast in the great hall of the
convent, and nuns and novices shared in the sumptuous entertainment; but
between Cicely and her family was an impassable barrier of an iron
grating, and four thick and cold stone walls separated her forever from
the friends of her youth.


CHAPTER VI.

  "What is't we live for? tell life's fairest tale--
  To eat, to drink, to sleep, love, and enjoy,
  And then to love no more!
  To talk of things we know not, and to know
  Nothing but things not worth the talking of."
                                SIR R. FANE, JR.

"Methinks," said Adela, as she sat with Maude in the loved twilight
conference, "it were a weary thing, to fast and pray as doth my sister
Cicely, and look forever on those dull, cold images of stone or pictured
saints, whose holiness we can never hope to reach."

"Thou thinkest so, dearest, because on the bright scroll of thy future is
pictured a living form glowing with youth and beauty," said Maude; "but
when death shuts out the light of hope, the pencil of love illumines the
canvass ever with the image of a saint."

"I have never seen a Saxon saint but thee, best one," said Adela,
affectionately kissing her cheek. "Cicely worships the memory of him who
would have wrested the broad realm of England from her father."

"And Agatha died for one who loved that father," said Maude, half
reproachfully.

"I cannot read aright the riddle of life," replied Adela, pensively, "less
still the riddle of love. Doth not the heart seek happiness as the flower
seeks the light? yet what men call the 'ends life lives for,' wealth and
power and dominion, terminate in discontent, despair, and death. No duke
of Normandy, since the days of Rou, hath been so successful as William the
Conqueror, yet the meanest serf is happier than he: and this love that
makes my heart flutter like a joyous bird, has consigned our Agatha to an
early grave--immured Cicely in the abhorrent convent--and," she added,
with a deprecating glance, "has plucked the last pale rose from the cheek
of my lovely Maude."

"Thou speakest thus because thou knowest neither life nor love," replied
the maiden. "Thou deemest wisely that a lofty purpose must call the strong
man to effort, else lying dormant would his faculties perish with the rust
of inactivity. Our pious bishop, Aldred, used to say; that any purpose so
holy as not to need evil means to work its ends, like the consecration of
the wafer, brings to the human soul the _real presence_ of Christ."

"Thy riddle is too deep for my poor wit," said Adela. "Tell me of the love
I know not--thy love."

"Thou fanciest thou lovest Count Stephen," said Maude, with a sigh, "but
should he plight his love to another, thou wouldst regard him with hate
and scorn."

"Aye, verily," replied Adela, her cheeks glowing, and her dark eye
flashing, at the thought.

"So loved not Maude Earl Edwin. Thy father bade him give his hand to
Agatha, and when I marked the undivided current of their lives, flowing on
in a stream of bliss, Ambition and Hope were quenched in my heart, but
Love went forth to light their pathway, and gilds with heavenly radiance
their early tomb."

"Maude!" exclaimed Adela, enthusiastically, "thou wert not formed for this
sinful world; thou shouldst dwell with the angels, for verily thou art one
of them."

"Commend me not," said Maude, "thou little knowest the bitter repinings of
my heart when I heard I might not enter the convent with Cicely, nor how
my soul recoils from this unnatural alliance with Simon."

"And thou wouldst rather kneel upon the cold stone floor, and scourge thy
tender flesh with knotted cords, than live almost a princess in thy merrie
England!" said Adela, with unaffected surprise.

"Nay, rather would I work a weary pilgrimage to Palestine, and dwell an
eremite in the lonely caves of Engaddi, had choice been left with me,"
answered Maude.

"A pilgrimage were not so sad a fate," said Adela; "the marvellous tales
with which thou didst beguile my childhood hours, so wrought upon my
fancy, that even to this day the very name of Jerusalem calls up visions
bright as the bowers of Eden. Never have I wondered that pilgrims flocked
to the Holy Land when they deemed the thousand years of prophecy
accomplished, and expected to witness the azure gates unfolding above the
holy sepulchre, and the Saviour descending upon the Mount of Olives amid
all the terrific splendor of the final judgment."

"Scarce a century since," sighed Maude, "men looked for this heavenly
kingdom, and verily believed they found in prophecy the confirmation of
their hopes. My grandsire died upon the banks of the Jordan earnestly
expecting the coming of his Lord."

"There is a flash of spears in the moonbeams," interrupted Adela, gazing
from the arrow-slit of the turret. "Seest thou not a troop of horse,
winding along the brow of the hill? Eye and heart alike deceive me if that
be not Count Stephen's plume. Methought, ere this, he had reached the
borders of Maine. And there is Robert by his side. Our lady grant their
coming bode no ill."

"They pass beneath the shadow of the castle," said Maude. "They are not
all mounted. Those men on foot, in the garb of friars, how wearily they
follow, leaning upon their long staves."

"They are pilgrims!" exclaimed the maidens with one voice. "Let us descend
to welcome them."

Prince Henry met them in the corridor. "Count Stephen has returned," said
he, "and awaits my sister in the tapestry chamber."

"Come with me, Beauclerk," said Maude, leading away the young prince.
"Thou shalt conduct me to these holy pilgrims."

"Adela," said Stephen, kissing the hand of his affianced as she entered,
"thou art surprised, but I hope not ill-pleased at this unlooked-for
return."

"I feared me some mischance had occasioned it," said Adela, "but seeing
thee well, I am happy--yet wherefore art thou come?"

"Thy brother, Robert," replied Stephen, "vouchsafed to escort me with
twenty lances to the town of mantes--but when we reached the banks of
Eure, we found the bridges swept away, and the fords rendered impassable
by the swollen waters. A band of pilgrims were encamped upon the other
side, and at the sight of the Norman pennon, they sent forth a piteous cry
for aid. We swam our steeds across the turgid stream, and each horseman
mounting a palmer behind him, we brought them safely over. And what was my
joy to find I had thus rendered some slight service to Ingulfus, the early
tutor of my loved Adela."

"Our lady be praised, the good Ingulfus has returned. His pupil then shall
thank his benefactor as she ought."

"He is wayworn and weary," pursued Stephen, "much toil hath he had in his
long pilgrimage, and precious are the relics he has brought from
Palestine. I craved from his gratitude a portion of the holy dust, for thy
oratory. Should danger threaten the unworthy Stephen, the prayers of
Adela, at such a shrine, would doubtless avail for his protection."

The princess started, and the color fluctuated on her cheek, as with a
look of surprise and recognition she regarded the beautiful crystal urn,
with its amethystine entablature, on which were engraven the names of
Adela and Stephen.

"Dost reject my gift, or hath some sudden illness seized thee?" said her
lover, anxiously, remarking her strange emotion.

"A silly dream--a passing faintness," said Adela, convulsively grasping
the urn, and pressing her pale lips upon the inscription. "The hour wears
late, to-morrow we will meet again."

The young count imprinted a kiss upon her cold brow, and supporting her
trembling steps to the antechamber, consigned her to the care of her
attendants.

When the lovers met the following morning in the chapel to which all the
inhabitants of the city repaired, to see the high altar decked with the
palms of the pilgrims, and join in the general thanksgiving for their
return, all traces of agitation had disappeared from the countenance of
Adela. Relieved from his jealous fears, Count Stephen basked in the
sunshine of her smiles, and protracted his stay during the festivities
consequent upon the affiancing of Constance with Alan, Count of Bretagne.
The young bride was dowered with the lands of Chester, once the possession
of the unfortunate Earl Edwin. And William, at the same time, accorded his
approbation to the love of Stephen and Adela. Every heart seemed filled
with gaiety. Entertainment succeeded entertainment. The days were occupied
with joustings, hunting, hawking, feats of archery and tournaments; the
evenings were spent in games of hazard, or whiled away in listening to the
wondrous tales of Ingulfus.


CHAPTER VII.

  "Some upon penance for their sins,
      In person, or by attorney;
  And some who were or had been sick;
  And some who thought to cheat Old Nick;
      And some who liked the journey;
  And the staff was bored and drilled for those
      Who on a flute could play;
  And thus the merry Pilgrim had
      His music on the way."
                                SOUTHEY.

"On my return to Caen with the remains of my dear lady Agatha," said
Ingulfus, "I abandoned all thoughts of pilgrimage, till learning that the
clergy of Germany had determined upon a visit to the Holy Land, the desire
to worship at the tomb of the Saviour, returned again so strong upon me,
that I was induced to unite with a Norman troop, which joined the company
of the archbishop at Mentz. We were a goodly band," continued he, "out of
every nation, kindred, tongue and people, of the Latin world--and heaven
that moved us to this expiation of our sins, opened before us the way,
and provided for our sustenance, both in the castles of princes, and in
the cottages of peasants.

"The monasteries, of which many have been founded by pious men throughout
all Germany, furnished resting-places for the weary, and hospitals for the
sick. When we entered upon the kingdom of Hungary, which is 'a
well-watered and fruitful country,' we found a strange people, whose
nobles and warriors indeed live in walled towns, and castles strongly
fortified among the rocks; but the common people, for the most part, dwell
in tents like Abraham of old, and feed their flocks and herds upon the
banks of the streams. These be the people, which the holy fathers thought
were the Gog and Magog of sacred writ, and truly they came like a storm
into Europe, and like a cloud they covered the land--both they and their
bands. And because the time of their coming was near the end of the
thousand years prophesied by St. John, many wise men did say, that they
were the signs and forerunners of the end of the world. Howbeit since the
end is not yet, there be not many at the present which hold this
doctrine."

"Are there not some who say, that Gog and Magog are the heresies which vex
the church?" inquired Robert.

"Even so," said Ingulfus; "but such are not led by the true and manifest
words of Scripture, but following 'cunningly devised fables' have
explained away even the promises of God. Now that these are the people is
proved, in that they came from Persia and from the north quarters, and the
name in which they most delight is Magyar, which plainly agreeth to Magog,
and whosoever shall dwell in the latter days, will see 'wars and rumors of
wars' in Hungary, according to my judgment. I have learned many things
concerning them; for either for my sins, or the badness of the roads, the
beast on which I rode fell lame, and therefore was I forced to leave the
horsemen, and follow on foot, supporting the weariness of the way with
pilgrim's staff. Among us were those, who from fear and love of adventure,
and not from devotion, had undertaken the pilgrimage. Their vain talk and
godless manners troubled me sore. There was one who having inserted a
shepherd's reed in his staff, played thereon and sang with his voice, not
the pious psalms of the church, but the unholy madrigals of the sinful and
profane. And for that he saw it pleased me not, he delighted in it the
more, and walked by my side, and when I could not rid myself of his
company, I questioned him concerning his history.

"He was an Anglo-Dane of the north countrie, a born thrall of Earl Edwin,
and had led a roving life from his youth. This man, whose name was
Hardrager, was the false vassal who betrayed the young noble, and received
from the justice of the Conqueror, the sentence of perpetual imprisonment.
But the princes of this world are often compelled to use unworthy
instruments in carrying forward their plans. When your royal father deemed
it expedient for the peace of the realm to punish the treason of Earl
Waltheof, and no man was willing to become his executioner, Hardrager
purchased free pardon by beheading him."

"It was well he sought to expiate his offences by a pilgrimage," said
Adela.

"Nay," said Ingulfus, "no thought of true penitence had ever entered his
mind. Instead of profiting by the clemency of his sovereign, he applied
himself anew to wicked practices, pursuing the hare and slaughtering the
deer in the New Forest; till finally having suffered the loss of an ear
for his crimes, and still continuing to set at naught the game laws, he
was condemned to death; but as if the Almighty had raised him up for a
'thorn in the flesh' to his servants, Hardrager again escaped his doom. It
pleased your noble sire, when he founded Battle Abbey, on the field of
Hastings, and appointed monks to pray for the souls of the slain, to grant
to the Abbot the power of showing mercy to the guilty. It chanced
accordingly when Hardrager was drawn from his dungeon, and carried toward
the gibbet, that the worthy Abbot meeting the cart, caused the procession
to stop, and moved with pity for the criminal revoked his sentence, and
laid on him the penance of pilgrimage. Hardrager lost no time in quitting
England, and found means to join our company, upon the banks of the
Rhine. He seemed well provided with purse and scrip, and often on days of
fasting, purchased an indulgence from the bishop for himself and other
vain persons, to regale themselves with meat and wine; and yet he seemed
not to be without a sense of sin, and a certain reverence for the commands
of the church. He rose early, and performed his devotions with the most
scrupulous regularity, and every night scourged his naked shoulders with a
knotted lash; and when I looked for a reformation in his life from this
wholesome discipline, he told me he did not that for his own sins, but for
the sins of another, who furnished him money for the expedition; for, by
reason of his poverty, he had engaged to work out a three years' penance,
that had been imposed on his benefactor; and he added, with a light laugh,
'I can better endure the smarting of my flesh by voluntary flagellation,
than the loss of it by Compulsory abstinence.'"

"By St. Stephen," exclaimed Robert, laughing, "the cunning knave is the
true scape-goat of Scripture. It were no bad thought thus to expiate our
sins by the vicarious suffering of some poor wretch."

"Heaven forefend," said Stephen, "that we should be compelled to raise our
own exchequer by such means."

"The indulgences and requisitions of the church," gravely continued
Ingulfus, "are too often perverted. I thank our blessed lady, who rather
than continue me in the society of this wicked one, laid me upon a bed of
sickness. For many days, I had with difficulty continued my journey, but
Hardrager, who seemed insensible to fatigue, supported me by his strong
arm, till coming to the lands of a powerful Hungarian, whose flocks and
herds covered the hill-side for many a league, we fell behind the other
pilgrims, and my weariness increasing upon me, I sank exhausted and
senseless upon the ground. What was my surprise when my consciousness
returned, to feel myself upborne in the arms of Hardrager, who was
attempting to place me upon the back of a horse which he had stolen from
the adjoining pasture, and bridled with the scourge that he wore about
his loins. 'Cheer up, holy father,' said he, 'heaven has sent thee help in
time of trouble. I will walk by thy side, and we will soon prove to yonder
heartless drones that the last shall be first.' In reply to my
remonstrance, he added, with a misbelieving smile, 'Nay, is it not
written, "The wealth of the wicked is laid up for the just," yon savage
Magyar may rejoice in the happy chance which enables him to send a
substitute to the holy city.'

"Upon my positive refusal to mount, he stood for a moment irresolute, and
then, with a smile, 'twixt jest and earnest, fell upon one knee before me,
saying, 'Gra'mercy, good monk, I would crave thy blessing and absolution
for this sin ere we part, for since thou wilt not accept the bounty of
heaven, I must e'en take it myself.' Observing my hesitation, he rose
hastily, saying, 'It boots not, 'tis but a few lashes more, and my
shoulders are well able to bear them. Adieu, holy father, I grieve that
thy conscience stands in the way of thy advancement,' and springing upon
the restive beast, he was away with the swiftness of the wind."

"Nay, methinks I should have been less scrupulous," said William,
laughing. "The fellow's dexterity merited absolution."

Ingulfus resumed, "Sick and alone, and much cast down in spirit, I
stretched myself upon the grass, and looked only for death, but He who
suffers not even a sparrow to fall without his notice, had compassion upon
me, and sent a good Samaritan to my relief. Korshah, the noble Magyar,
returning from the chase, came where I was, and seeing my low estate, gave
his servants charge concerning me, to convey me to his own castle, where I
tarried for above the space of a month, till my bruised feet were healed,
and my broken health restored."

"It was a deed of Christian charity. I would fain learn something of this
strange people," said Adela; "do they observe the rites of our church?"

"At the beginning of the present century," replied Ingulfus, "St. Stephen,
the Alfred of his nation, divided the country into seventy-two counties
and twelve bishoprics, but though the people have submitted to baptism,
and observe the sacred canons, yet there prevails among them a strange
mixture of barbarian fables, with the truths of holy writ; and their
language is for the most part colored with the extravagant, but beautiful
expressions of the Orientals. And because my mind was intent upon the
prophecies, and I would know concerning Gog and Magog and the chief
princes of Mesech and Tubal, I questioned the noble Magyar of his country
and the people of his ancient land. 'My people,' said he, 'are numerous as
the stars of night, and countless as the drops of falling showers. The
smallest twig of yonder elm, that throws its shadow across the valley, is
greater when compared with its trunk, than is the Hungarian branch, in
comparison with the Scythian tree, whose roots strike deep into the soil
of China, and whose boughs overshadow the Alps--extend beyond the sea of
darkness on the north, and distil dews upon the broad and fruitful regions
of Persia and Cathay. Beyond the possessions of our tribes to the
eastward,' he continued, 'may no man go; for a desert and a land of
darkness lasts from that coast, unto terrestrial Paradise. There are the
mountains and hills which arose from Noah's flood, when the soft and
tender ground was worn away by the waters, and fell and became valleys.
Paradise is the highest part of the world, so high that it touches the
borders of the moon. And there by a radiant way through the gates of the
morning the angels were wont to descend to commune with our first parents;
but that way was closed that Lucifer might return no more to the regions
of light after he had tempted them, and thus with them was he driven forth
from the garden. And Eve carried in her hand the seeds of the apple which
she had given unto her husband, and wherever she wandered she cast them
into the earth, and shed her tears upon them, and they sprang up and bore
fruit, some good and some evil, and from those seeds came every green tree
and herb that grow upon the earth. And this garden is enclosed all about
by a wall, which seems not to be of natural stone--and the gate is of
carbuncle flashing, with an incredible splendor, and shooting on every
side its beams like flaming swords. Wherefore some visionary ones said it
was fire, and many became worshippers thereof. And in the highest place in
Paradise, exactly in the midst, is a well that casts out four streams,
which run by divers lands throughout all the earth, and above the fountain
of the streams, the four princes of the stars weave the semblances of what
shall be, and cast them upon the waters, and whithersoever these flow
there entereth a spirit into the nation or the people that dwell upon the
banks, and they go forth conquering and to conquer. And thus were the
tribes of Asia inspired to go toward the west, and establish their domain
in Europe. Therefore wise men do study the stars, and read in the scroll
of heaven the will of the Invisible. And all the sweet waters in the world
above and beneath, take their rise from the well of Paradise. The drops of
the morning-dew are gendered there, and thither the clouds return after
the rain. There the light zephyrs gather rich odors under their wings, and
from thence carry them abroad upon all the face of the earth, and give to
every flower its perfume. And because of the abundance of precious things
that are found therein, many have entered these rivers and essayed to pass
by that land of chaos unto Paradise, but they might not speed in their
voyage; for many died of weariness, by reason of rowing against the strong
waves, and many were dashed in pieces against the dark rocks. And many
vessels bound with iron were drawn aside by the shipman's stone, and held
that they might never go thence.' I inquired concerning this stone," said
Ingulfus, "and he told me there were in the eastern seas 'certain rocks of
adamant which attract iron; and that men would break off pieces, and
suspend them by a thread, and that one point thereof would turn to the
north, and another to the south; and he said also that there are two stars
fixed in the heavens, about which all the firmament turns as a wheel upon
an axle. He said, moreover, that the earth and sea are of a round form,
and that by this stone many mariners have passed the whole compass of the
earth, and come again to the same point whence they set out. And these be
not half the things that he told me, and there is none of them all but
have some reason and understanding in them, and some good points of our
belief. But though this man was both learned and devout, it grieved me to
see in him the remains of his ancient superstition, for he was accustomed
to worship before a hideous idol. And when he knew I was grieved
concerning the thing, he said he worshipped not the image, but the virtue
which was in it, even as we have images of our Lady and of the saints,
which we set before us, to keep their holiness in mind. Howbeit the man
showed me no little kindness; and when I was sufficiently recovered, he
furnished me with a strong, well-appointed horse, replenished my purse,
and accompanied me to the next town on my journey.

"I had hard riding to overtake my companions, which I should have failed
in doing, had they not rested in Constantinople.

       *       *       *       *       *

"This city was first called Byzantium, which name is still preserved in
the imperial money called byzants. It was by divine suggestion that its
appellation was changed. For when Constantine the Great was pursuing his
victorious course to the east, he lodged in that place; and in his dream
he saw, and behold there stood before him an old woman, whose brow was
furrowed with age; but presently clad in an imperial robe, she was
transformed into a beautiful girl, and fascinated his eyes by the elegance
of her youthful charms--and he waked and slept again; and there came one
unto him and said, 'The woman thou sawest is this city worn down by age,
whose walls thou shalt restore, and whose beauty shall signalize thy name
to the end of time. Mount thy horse and give him the rein, to go
whithersoever he will. Take the royal spear in thy hand, and its point
shall describe the circuit of the wall upon the ground.'

"The Emperor eagerly obeyed the vision, and employed the most skilful
architects in building the city. By casting in masses of rock and sand,
they straitened the ancient waters, and thus the sea wonders to see fields
unknown before amid its glassy waves, and surrounds and supplies the city
with all the conveniences of the earth. Constantine erected there the
circus, statues of triumphal heroes, and tripods from Delphi. And all the
saints whose bodies he was able to collect out of every country, were
brought thither. In Constantinople is the fairest and noblest church in
the world, called St. Sophia. It is of a circular form, domed in, and
supported with pillars of gold and silver, hung about by lamps of the same
precious metal. High mass is offered there on a different altar each day
in the year. In its innermost part on the north side, is a large and
beautiful apartment, wherein is a chest containing three pieces of our
Lord's cross. Three times in a year this chest is brought out into the
nave of the church, and placed upon a golden altar, where all the people
are permitted to worship it. Howbeit I saw it not, which thing is a grief
of mind to me. And they say concerning this cross, that when Adam was
about to die, Seth went unto the angel that kept Paradise, to beg the oil
of mercy for his father. But the angel gave him only three grains of the
tree of life. And Seth buried them in the grave of Adam, and from these
grains sprang up three trees, and from these were fashioned the cross on
which our Saviour was crucified, as is contained in these words, '_In
cruci fit palma cypressus oliva_.' Thus from the death of Adam came life
into the world. And when our Lord had risen from the dead, the Jews moved
with envy, took the crosses from Mount Calvary, and hid them in the earth.
And thus St. Helena, the mother of Constantine, who was descended from the
ancient kings of Britain, found them; and when she could not distinguish
the cross of the Saviour from those of the thieves, she caused a dead body
to be laid upon them, and when it touched the true cross it arose. St.
Helena caused these relics to be conveyed to Constantinople; but the cross
of Dismas the good thief, was carried to Cyprus, and men worship it
there. There also she found the Saviour's seamless coat, and the four
nails that pierced his hands and feet; and of one of these the Emperor
made a bridle for his horse to carry him in battle, and thereby he
overcame all his enemies, and reigned from Persia to the British Sea. They
showed me also a part of the crown of our Lord, made of the branches of
Aubespine; and I had one of those precious thorns given to me as a great
favor, and it hath this virtue; that whosoever beareth it about him, is
secure from thunder and from tempest, and from the malevolence of evil
spirits and demons. We tarried long at Constantinople, for there were many
wonderful things to be seen. Every year the birthday of Jesus is
celebrated with rejoicings; and on these occasions one may behold
representatives of all the nations that inhabit different parts of the
world; and the common people are amused with surprising feats of jugglery
and dexterous motions of wild beasts, and birds of prey that have been
trained to fight each other. And the Emperor entertained the bishops right
royally in the palace of the Blaquernel, in feasts and games, and gave
them gifts of gold and silver, rich apparel and costly jewels, so that
they were in no haste to depart, and many of the mixed multitudes that
followed with us, remained there, and entered the service of the Emperor."

Ingulfus was surprised the following day in the midst of his studies, by a
secret visit from Adela.

"I am come," said she, "to obtain of thee, the precious thorn from the
crown of our Lord."

The countenance of Ingulfus indicated at once his reluctance to part with
the inestimable relic, and his strong desire to gratify the princess.

"Nay," said she, observing his hesitation, "I know its value, and am
prepared to reward thee at whatsoever cost."

"Though it may have been the practice of some unworthy palmers, to trade
in relics," said Ingulfus, "I cannot make merchandise of that which
pierced the brow of my blessed Lord. It is thine without money, and
without price."

Tears of gratitude beamed in Adela's eyes. "Good father," she answered, "I
know right well, that by reason of thy holiness thou art safe from sudden
danger, and therefore thou canst not need this talisman as does thy
unworthy pupil; yet it grieves me to take without recompense that which is
so dear to thee. Is there no gift in the power of Adela which Ingulfus
would accept?"

"Thy father hath sometime suggested," returned the friar, modestly, "that
he would reward my poor services with a benefice. It would please me well,
to spend the few short days that remain unto me, in England. Near the
monastery of Croyland was I born, and within the shelter of its walls
would I die."

"Trust me for the accomplishment of thy wish," said Adela, bowing her head
for his benediction. Then wrapping the holy thorn in a piece of silver
tissue, and placing it in her bosom, she departed.


CHAPTER VIII.

  "When thou shalt see an old man bent beneath
      The burden of his earthly punishment,
              Forgive him, Thalaba!
  Yea, send a prayer to God in his behalf!"--SOUTHEY.

INGULFUS' STORY, CONTINUED.

From Constantinople we proceeded across the Bosphorus through Asia Minor.
Our route was tedious in the extreme, and after we entered upon the
territory of the Infidels, we were continually harassed by flying bands of
Arabs; so that many were slain, and some being driven from the main body
were lost among the mountains, and we saw them no more. At length with
much toil, the pilgrims reached the village of Capernaum, where being
hardly beset by the robbers, they were constrained to tarry, until they
could obtain a safe escort from the Emir at Antioch. Howbeit I only relate
these things as they were told me in Jerusalem; for a strange adventure
separated me from my fellows. There are two fountains, Jor and Dan, which
flowing down from the mountain, are collected into one, and form the
Jordan. When we passed them in our route, I was constrained to linger
among the shepherds, who fed their flocks in the green pastures which
there abound, and several devout persons tarried with me; and on the
morrow, when we had taken our leave, we journeyed on, and straightway we
came to the conflux of these streams,--and when we saw the Jordan, each
man hasted to divest himself of his garments, that he might bathe in that
stream, in which our blessed Lord was baptized. So occupied were we with
the holy ceremony, that we had not observed a band of Arabs, who assailed
us with a shower of stones and javelins, and separated us one from
another. What farther passed I know not, for a blow upon the temple felled
me to the ground, and deprived me of sense.

When I unclosed my eyes, I thought myself among the fiends of hell; and
feeling for my crucifix, I found myself wrapped in many folds of fine
cloth, in which I was firmly but gently bound. As my senses gradually
returned, I began to note the things about me. The apartment seemed a
long, dark cavern, whose limits I could not distinguish, lighted by a fire
at the farther extremity, round which half clothed, swarthy figures were
engaged in roasting pieces of flesh. Others of the same appearance were
seated upon mats, with a cloth spread before them upon the ground, cutting
the meat with long, crooked knives, or tearing it with their white pointed
teeth, with savage voracity. Apart from the rest, seated upon an elevated
cushion with his legs crossed, was a tall, strong-built man, with hair and
beard white as snow, hanging over his shoulders, and down to his breast.
He took no part with the revellers, but seemed to control by his look
their wild, gibbering talk, to the end that it might not disturb my
slumbers; for through excessive faintness, I seemed only to exist between
sleeping and waking. His regards were fixed upon me, and his appearance
recalled a dim recollection which I was vainly striving to trace, when at
a word from him, the whole band disappeared behind an angle in the wall.
The old man then lighted a torch and approached me, carefully removed the
bandage from my head, anointed my wound with sweet-smelling balm, and gave
me to drink of a fiery liquid, which spread like an elixir through my
veins, and seemed instantly to reanimate me. With a smile at my puzzled
look, he plucked away the false beard and hair, and revealed to my
astonished sight, the swarthy countenance of Hardrager.

"Well met, holy father," said he, with his wonted laugh. "Hast come to
bring a blessing to the habitation of Hardrager?"

"Is this thine habitation?" said I. "Then I was not so far wrong in
thinking myself in purgatory!" (for I was ill-pleased with the strange
place and bad company.) "But by what fatal mischance came I hither? Has
the Saviour, for my sins, denied me at last the sight of his holy
sepulchre?" and I sank back in despair.

"Nay," said Hardrager, "but for the mischance which thou deplorest, thou
mightest indeed have been in purgatory."

"And where am I?" eagerly inquired I.

"Thou art in the strong-hold of the Old Man of the Mountain, and guarded
by the assassin band of Mount Lebanon," replied he.

"The saints preserve me!" said I, ejaculating a prayer.

"In truth thou showest little gratitude," said Hardrager, "to one who hath
saved thy life, (thanks to the good Hungarian steed that brought me to thy
rescue). Knowest thou not the proverb? 'Speak well of the bridge that
carried thee safe over!'"

Finding from his words, but more especially from the seriousness of his
manner, that this wild man had really undertaken to render me an essential
service, I began to regard him with more complacency, and finally brought
myself to listen with interest to his story. Stung with remorse for his
agency in the death of the noble Saxons, Edwin and Waltheof, he had
determined, as soon as his pilgrimage was accomplished, to join the
Varangians of Constantinople, and make perpetual war upon the conquerors
of England. On his route through Syria, he fell in with a band of Arabs,
wild and reckless like himself, who, scorning allegiance to any leader,
had established themselves among the ruined towers and rocky fortresses of
Mount Lebanon, and thence carried on predatory warfare upon all who
ventured to travel that way. They wore the Mohammedan garb, and observed
some of the institutions of the Koran, but were followers of Ali, uncle of
the prophet. The superior abilities and learning of Hardrager, enabled him
soon to master their language and their tenets, and by the fortunate
solution of some timely mysteries, he impressed them with the belief that
he was the prophet of Allah, and soon brought them to take oath to obey
all his requirements. But though he had thus apostatized from the faith of
his fathers, he retained a copy of the New Testament, and religiously
fulfilled his vows at the holy sepulchre, and with honesty worthy a better
man continued his nightly flagellations. He had instilled into his wild
followers his own hatred of the Norman race, and it was because of this
that they fell upon us with such violence at the Jordan. I should have
perished with my companions, for the Assassins were proceeding to rip open
the bodies of the slain and wounded in search of coin, had not Hardrager
recognized my Saxon countenance and interposed for my rescue. With the
greatest care and tenderness, he had me conveyed in a litter to their
nearest haunt, where, after protracted insensibility, I found myself
stretched upon the couch of skins in the cavern. As soon as I was
sufficiently restored, he mounted me upon the good steed of the Magyar,
which, being unable to walk, I was fain to ride, and accompanied me till
we came in sight of the pilgrims encamped upon the Mount of Olives, for by
his messengers, Hardrager had intelligence of their movements, and
conducted me by the shortest route to join them.

"Benedicite, holy father," said he, as he lifted me gently from the horse,
and reverently inclined before me, "a blessing in the Saxon tongue would
be health to my guilty soul."

A tear glittered in his eye, and if it were a sin Heaven assoil me, for I
yielded to his importunity and granted him the blessing. "Adieu, good
friar," said he, "thou hast taken a load from my heart. Accept from the
gratitude of Hardrager that which may stand thee instead, when thy fancied
relics are of little avail." So saying, he gave me a small slip of
parchment inscribed with Arabic characters, and rode slowly away. I thrust
the scroll into my purse, little knowing its value, for my sight and sense
were filled with Jerusalem, which I now saw for the first time. As I
walked along the brow of Olivet, like my Saviour, I beheld the city and
wept over it, for the glory of Solomon's temple had departed; the holy
prophets and apostles had passed away, and bands of Infidels whose bright
scimeters gleamed in the light of the setting sun dashed through her
sacred streets, and encountered each other with barbarian clamor in her
holy courts. The sound of the vesper-bell from the church of the Ascension
invited us to prayer. With divine rapture we pressed our lips upon the
stone imprinted with the last footsteps of our Saviour, and with pious
theft we gathered some of the sacred dust from before the altar.

Descending from the mountain, we spent the night in fasting and prayer in
the garden of Gethsemane, and at the first cock-crowing, arose to pass
over the Brook Cedron. In the valley of Jehoshaphat we were met by the
venerable patriarch, with the Latin and Syrian Christians of Jerusalem,
who conducted us in solemn procession through the midst of the city to the
church of the Holy Sepulchre.

There, amid the clangor of cymbals, and the sweet sounds of psaltery and
harp, we bowed in worship and adoration, while through the cloud of
ascending incense streamed the effulgence of innumerable lights, like the
Shechinah of the ancient temple, and Jesus Christ the inhabitant of the
place, alone knew the sighs we breathed, the tears we shed, the prayers we
offered, and the thanksgivings we uttered.

Our vows were accomplished, and with the benediction of the patriarch upon
us, we went forth, to climb the hill of Calvary, to visit the pool of
Bethesda, and to mourn over all the pleasant places which the followers of
Mohammed have laid waste. There was one among us, who, for the sins he had
committed, and the compunctions of conscience that he suffered, was
desirous to yield up his soul at the tomb of the Saviour.

This celebrated man, Fulk Earl of Anjou, had compelled two of his servants
by an oath, to do whatsoever he commanded, and when we had completed our
procession, and obtained absolution, he was by them dragged naked through
the streets towards the Holy Sepulchre, one of them holding him by a
twisted withe about his neck, the other, with a rod scourging his bare
back, while the penitent cried out, "Lord, receive thy wretched Fulk, thy
perfidious, thy runagate--regard my repentant soul, oh Lord Jesus Christ."

Howbeit he obtained not his request at that time. We were desirous to go
down from Jerusalem to Jericho, to worship at Gilgal, and view that sea,
whose black waters roll over the cities of the plain; but the wealth of
the archbishops had been noised abroad, and the thieves that abound in
those parts, fell upon all those who ventured that way, stripped and
wounded them, and departed, leaving them to perish by the wayside. But our
Norman bands accompanied by a party of Germans, arming themselves with
swords determined to visit the Church of the Nativity, at Bethlehem. We
accomplished our purpose in safety, and were returning through the fields
of the wood, when a band of mounted Saracens, with wild cries, dashed
among us. Reluctantly, each man drew his sword and stood for his life. The
attack fell heaviest upon the Normans, and despite our vigorous
resistance, we should, doubtless, all have perished beneath their
javelins, had not the frantic gestures, and more especially the green
turbans of our assailants, reminded me of the cave of Hardrager, and
recalled his parting words. Hastily opening my purse, I held up the Arabic
scroll, before the eyes of a barbarian, whose drawn scimeter was flashing
above my head.

At sight of it his demeanor instantly changed. He alighted, assisted me to
rise, laid his hand upon his heart to express his concern for what had
happened, and shouting, Allah ackbar, to his companions, drew them from
their work of blood, and forthwith the flying band disappeared. Nearly
half our number were slain, and the rest of us wounded and disheartened,
slowly retraced our steps to Jerusalem, and relinquished all attempts to
visit the other holy places with which the vicinity abounds. Though the
patriarch, and the monks of the various monasteries gave us hospitable
entertainments, yet, such had been the length, the weariness and
discouragements of the way, and such the thinning of our ranks by famine,
fatigue, disease, and hostility, that we were fain to choose the readiest
means of return.

Learning that a fleet of Genoese merchantmen were anchored in the harbor
of Joppa, we determined to purchase a passage over seas with them. The
archbishops, therefore, gathered the pilgrims together, and numbered them,
and of the seven thousand that had set out from Mentz, scarce three
thousand remained; and on our way from Jerusalem to the place of
embarkation through the rocky defiles which are the favorite haunts of the
barbarians, we estimated that another thousand perished.

Our voyage to Brundusium was the most prosperous part of our journey.
Thence we came to Rome; where I showed my life to our holy father the
pope, and was absolved of all that lay on my conscience, concerning many
grievous points, as men must needs have that travel in company with so
many people of divers sects and beliefs. We then proceeded through Italy,
and the archbishops took the route to Germany; and of our band that left
Normandy, thirty well-appointed horsemen, twenty miserable palmers, only,
repassed the Alps, and entered France on foot, ill, weary, and penniless;
and had not a kind Providence sent the noble Earls Robert and Stephen to
our relief, we might at last have perished on the banks of the Eure.


CHAPTER IX.

  Can piety the discord heal,
    Or stanch the death-feud's enmity?
  Can Christian lore, can patriot's zeal,
    Can love of blessed charity?

The year 1077 opened with great rejoicing in Normandy. The royal family
were reunited for the last time, to celebrate the marriage of Adela and
Constance, with the wealthy and powerful husbands of the Conqueror's
choice. The young Count and Countess of Blois, whose castles were numerous
as the days in the year, determined to make a festive progress through
their dominions, and the Earl of Bretagne, with his bride, with their
young sister, Gundred, and her undeclared lover, the Earl of Warrenne,
joined the happy party.

In the midst of her happiness Adela did not forget her promise to
Ingulfus. The evening before her departure, she visited the cloister of
the palmer, and acquainted him with his preferment to the Abbey of
Croyland. The good friar's gratitude and pleasure were unbounded.

"Holy father," said the countess, "I have yet one boon to crave."

"Name it," said the priest. "If it lieth in my poor ability it shall not
fail thee."

"Because it lieth in thy power do I intrust it to thee," continued she.
"The body of Earl Waltheof, the father of our much-injured Maude, is
interred at the four cross-roads, without the gates of Winchester; when
thou takest possession of thy benefice, as soon as may be, thou wilt give
him Christian burial, in the church-yard of Croyland, and cause daily
masses to be said for his soul."

Ingulfus readily promised compliance.

Adela still lingered. "The lovely Maude goes with thee to England. Thou
wilt be compelled to marry her to Simon. Soften, as much as possible, her
hard fate, and watch over her interests, and comfort her with thy
counsels."

"It shall be done," said Ingulfus, fervently.

"Father, I would confess."

And the young countess, in all her beauty and pride, knelt at the feet of
the venerable man, and with the simplicity of a child, poured out her soul
before him.

As Adela had predicted, the Conqueror, on his return to England, took with
him Maude, as the bride of Simon. Robert sailed, also, in the same vessel,
being commissioned by the king to establish Simon, now Earl of Huntingdon,
in his new possessions.

William, too, accompanied his father, for he, more than any of the sons,
comprehended the policy, and partook of the spirit of the Conqueror.

The remaining years of the Queen Duchess Matilda, were passed in splendid
solitude, in the royal palace at Bayeux. The early death of the princess
Adeliza, the failing health of Constance, together with fresh dissensions
in her family, pressed heavily upon her mind, and occasioned the lingering
illness that slowly conducted her to the tomb.

The loss of his beloved queen, and the undutiful conduct of his sons,
aggravated the natural irritability and imperiousness of William, so that
according to the English chroniclers, "He became, after her death, a
thorough tyrant." He passed the four remaining years of his life in a
constant succession of petty annoyances, and fruitless wars, with Philip
of France.

In the stately castle of Chartres, sat the lovely Countess Adela
apparently busy with embroidery, in that age almost the only home
occupation of females. A shade of sadness was upon her brow, and an
expression of anxious care indicated the mother's sympathy with the
suffering child, that an attendant was vainly striving to soothe.

"Draw the couch of the little William to my side, Therese," said the
countess, observing the tears in the girl's eyes. "Thou hast a tiresome
task. Remove these frames," continued she to the maidens, "and go ye all
to disport awhile in the pleasance, I will watch my boy's slumbers."

The feeble child stretched his hands to his mother, and laying his head
upon her breast sank quietly to sleep.

"Poor suffering one," soliloquized Adela, "thou knowest naught but thy
mother's love. Already thy younger brothers despise thy imbecility--the
courtiers regard thee with indifference--and the very menials flout thee.
No ducal coronet, or kingly crown will grace the head of my first-born."

The sound of heavy steps in the corridor disturbed the slumberer. He
lifted his head, moaned heavily, and regarded with a vacant stare the
warrior who entered.

"Robert, my beloved brother!" exclaimed the countess, the joy of former
times flitting across her countenance.

With a moody and dissatisfied air the duke returned the frank greeting of
his sister, and throwing himself upon a seat by her side, said in a tone
of ill-concealed impatience,

"Adela, I have come to thee, for the prudent counsel of our mother dwells
with thee. I am robbed of my rights and stripped of my heritage."

"Art thou not Duke of Normandy," inquired his sister with surprise.

"Aye, verily. Our father left me the duchy with a blessing that sounded
marvellously like a curse. 'The dukedom of Normandy,' said he, 'I granted
unto my son Robert, and having received the homage of his baronage, that
honor given cannot be revoked: yet he is a foolish, proud knave, and will
be punished with cruel fortune.'"

"The saints preserve thee," said the countess with a look of alarm, "and
England"--

Robert interrupted.--"'Tis of that I would speak. The Conqueror bitterly
bewailing the desolation and woe he had wrought in England, protested that
he had so misused that fair and beautiful land, that he dare not appoint a
successor to it, but left the disposal of that matter in the hands of
God."

"Thou shouldst then have been king," said the Countess, "since God made
thee his first-born."

"So should I have been," said the duke, "but for the craft of William; but
while I tarried in Germany, little thinking that my father's illness would
terminate so suddenly, the red-haired usurper hastened over sea, and
gaining Lanfranc to his interest secured the throne."

"Always unready," sighed Adela. "And while the elder sons were thus
employed, the young Henry watched by the bed of his dying father. Is it
not so?"

"Small watching had the Conqueror's death-bed," said Robert, with
something between a smile and a sneer. "The filial Beauclerk set off to
secure the treasures, and the attendants equally rapacious and inhuman,
plundered the house of all the money, plate, and precious furniture, and
even stripped the person of the monarch. And after Herlwin had succeeded
in conveying the body to the abbey of St. Stephen's, and they were about
to place it in the grave, there stood forth an insolent noble, and forbade
the interment. 'This spot,' said he, 'was the site of my father's house,
which this dead duke took violently from him, and here upon part of my
inheritance founded this church. This ground I therefore challenge, and
charge ye all as ye shall answer it at the great and dreadful day of
judgment, that ye lay not the bones of the destroyer on the hearth of my
fathers.' And there, exposed to the jeers of the assembled multitudes, was
the body forced to wait, while Henry drove a sharp bargain with the owner
of the soil, and purchased leave of burial for the paltry sum of sixty
shillings. Oh Adela!" said Robert, rising and striding through the
apartment in extreme perturbation, "I am weary of this greatness which
makes enemies of brothers, and yields one scarce a grave at last."

The head of the countess was bent low over her sleeping child: and the
duke continued, "I sometimes wish I were an eremite, and unless thy clear
wit can devise some expedient by which I can obtain my rightful
inheritance, and chastise the vanity of this presumptuous Rufus, I am
resolved upon a pilgrimage."

"Thou saidst Lanfranc, assisted William: our uncle Odo hates Lanfranc,"
said Adela.

Robert caught at the suggestion. "My sister, I thank thee," he exclaimed
eagerly. "Thou hast made me king. I will to Normandy, and summon my trusty
squires to council. Simon of Huntingdon, Hugh of Norfolk, and William of
Durham, are already disaffected and ready for revolt. Odo shall head the
conspiracy in England."

Full of his new project the duke hurried away, scarcely waiting for the
pecuniary aid, with which the countess, who knew the impoverished state of
his finances, hastened to furnish him.

       *       *       *       *       *

The well-concerted scheme of the conspirators failed, through the
characteristic indolence and procrastination of Robert. Odo effected an
inglorious escape from England, and the rebel earls gladly made terms with
the king. Many of the insurgents repaired to Normandy, and suffered the
confiscation of their estates; and while the Countess of Blois daily
expected a summons to attend Robert's coronation, she was surprised by
intelligence that William had crossed the sea with a numerous army, and by
menaces, bribery or fraud, had obtained possession of almost every
fortress, on the right bank of the Seine.

The barons who held lands under both brothers, labored to effect a
reconciliation through the mediation of the French monarch.

Robert still reckoning upon the liberal aid of his sister and her wealthy
lord, resisted all overtures of peace; but Adela comprehending the
hopeless defect of a character, that not even a crown could stimulate to
promptitude, persuaded him to accept the terms of the treaty.

       *       *       *       *       *

As the splendid cortege attendant upon the Countess of Blois, and her
young sons Thibaut, Stephen and Henry, swept along the great road from
Chartres to Blois, the green arcades of a beautiful grove stretching down
to the brink of a small stream that rolled its clear waters to the Loire,
invited them to rest during the noontide hours. With loosened rein the
steeds wandered at will cropping the tender herbage, or slaked their
thirst in the rippling brook; while reposing upon the greensward, the
party made a refreshing repast. The children, left to the unrestrained
indulgence of their boyish glee, gathered wild flowers for their mother,
hallooed to the echoes of the wood, or pursued each other along the banks
of the stream.

Allured by the sound of their happy voices, the countess left the company
and stole after them, catching occasional glimpses of their dancing
plumes, as they bounded on before her, till coming to an opening in the
glen, she stopped before an antique crucifix that some pious hand had
reared upon the verge of a fountain. Occupied with the sweet thoughts
suggested by the place, she scarcely noted the absence of her children,
till the little Henry, pulling her by the robe exclaimed with a face all
radiant with joy, "This way ma mère, Thibaut says we've found a hermit's
cell, and Stephen is talking with the hermit." Yielding to his impetuosity
the countess hastened forward and discovered sitting at the entrance of a
sylvan lodge, just where the shadow of the cross fell longest at sunset, a
youthful saint, if saint he was, reading his breviary, and telling his
beads with affected sanctity.

"Beauclerk!" said the countess after a scrutinizing gaze at his
half-concealed features.

"Thou knowest me then," said the pretended monk, in a tone of bitter
reproach, rising and throwing off his gray friar's gown and cowl. "I
thought myself forgotten by all my father's house."

"'Tis our uncle Henry," said Thibaut, amazed and chagrined at this
transformation of his newly discovered hermit.

"And hast thou then doubted the affection of Adela?" said his sister.

"It were not strange that I should doubt the love of one leagued with my
foes," replied the prince sorrowfully.

"How leagued with thy foes?" inquired the countess in great surprise.

"Thou surely dost not mock me," said Henry marking the tears trembling on
her eyelids. "Thy countenance bespeaks thy sincerity. Have I then been the
dupe, as well as the prey of my designing brothers?"

"If thou hast distrusted the love of Adela, yes," replied his sister, "but
come thou with me. My lord awaits us at the castle of Blois. He shall
investigate thy cause and redress thy wrongs."

"Come with us, dear uncle," reiterated the children observing his
hesitation.

"Yield thyself, rescue or no rescue," said the young Stephen balancing a
stick as a lance, and leading off the prince in triumph.

"And hast thou not heard of the siege of St. Michael's Mount?" said Henry
as he rode by the side of his sister, at the head of the cavalcade.

"A passing rumor, and much I fear me, purposely perverted to restrain my
interference, was all that reached me," replied Adela. "Tell me all."

"Thou knowest," continued Henry, "that by the will of our father, the
duchy of Normandy fell to Robert, and the rich heritage of England was
given to William. Henry had neither patrimony nor domains, some small
treasure was all my share. This I gave to Robert in the hour of his need,
for the lands of Cotentin, and then passed into England, to secure the
dower of my mother. On my return, the prodigal having squandered the
moneys received from me, seized and confined me in one of his fortresses.
When Normandy was invaded, he released me from my imprisonment, and I did
him good service in compelling William to raise the siege of Rouen. In the
treaty to which thou didst persuade Robert, I was the principal sufferer,
and therefore"--added he with warmth, "did I deem that the guileful duke,
had stolen into the sanctuary of my sister's affections, and robbed me of
thy love, my choicest treasure."

"My much-injured brother," said the countess, affectionately, "I knew not
that thy interest was involved, else I had given far different counsel.
But proceed with the story of thy wrongs."

"My traitor brothers united like Pilate and Herod of old," proceeded
Henry, with increasing asperity, "seized my castles in Cotentén, and
dogged my steps like sleuth-hounds on the track, till I took refuge in Mt.
St. Michael, where the friendly tides kept them at bay; and there I had
perished with thirst, had not Robert's tardy compassion ministered to my
necessity, and finally effected my release. Since then, I have wandered a
fugitive and an outcast, craving scant hospitality of my brother's
vassals, and solacing my weary hours with clerkly studies."

"Courage, my good brother," said Adela, with enthusiasm. "Thou shalt
wander no more. Count Stephen will put thee in the way to mend thy
fortunes; and, perchance, thou wilt one day inherit the proud fiefs of
both thy brothers. See! yonder gleams the spires of Blois. But what
knightly train proceeds up the broad avenue of the castle. Listen! The
warder sounds his bugle blast, and the drawbridge is lowered. Put thy
horse to his mettle; these laggards may follow at their leisure." So
saying the countess and her brother dashed forward, and entered the
court-yard just as the retinue of the Duke of Normandy wound up the
staircase, leading to the great hall.

At sight of Robert, Henry's eye flashed, and with an indignant gesture he
turned to depart, but Adela, with a determined air, laid her hand upon his
arm. "Remain," said she, "that portcullis bars all egress from the
castle, and yon proud duke shall not escape till he has done thee ample
justice."

Earl Stephen gave a cordial welcome to Robert, and greeted his countess
with much affection, but the entrance of Henry threw him into evident
perturbation, nor did it relieve his embarrassment to see his wife, with
characteristic heroism, advance between the rival brothers, and fix her
flashing eyes upon Robert.

The noble conduct of the repentant duke happily averted the gathering
storm.

"Spare thy reproaches, sweet sister," said he, "and thou, my brother,
forgive the grievous injuries thou hast suffered, and accept the only
reparation that lieth in my power. I restore unto thee Cotentén, and would
but for my poverty indemnify thee for thy losses. I have determined on a
visit to the Holy Land; and I would dispose my worldly affairs, so that
should I never return, man shall not accuse me before the throne of God."

The frankness of his confession, and the seriousness of his manner,
allayed the resentment of Henry, and effected an apparent reconciliation.
Harmony being thus restored, Robert proceeded at proper intervals to
unfold the desires and purposes that had brought him once again to counsel
with Adela.

Since the treaty which confirmed William in the sovereignty of England,
not only, but secured to him several strong fortresses in Normandy, the
duke had resigned himself to listlessness and luxury. In his aimless
expeditions his attention had been frequently attracted by the appearance
of a monk, who embodied in himself the spirit of a hermit, a pilgrim, and
a soldier. His head was bare, his feet naked. His diminutive figure,
attenuated by frequent abstinence, was wrapped in a coarse garment. His
prayers were long and fervent, and the enthusiasm that gleamed in his eyes
kindled the fires of holy zeal, in every town, village, and hamlet through
which he passed. As he rode along, every street and highway was thronged
with people, who worshipped the weighty crucifix he bore aloft, and
listened with sighs and tears, while he depicted the sufferings of the
Christians of Palestine, and with loud and frequent appeals to Christ and
the holy mother, challenged the warriors of the age to defend their
brethren, and rescue the tomb of the Saviour from the dominion of
Infidels.

Robert's curiosity was excited. He joined the eager crowds that followed
the steps of the monk, and listened to the thrilling words till the latent
desire of pilgrimage that had long slumbered in his mind awoke to life and
activity, and he became a convert to the preachings of Peter the Hermit.
But while he hesitated at the palmer's gown and staff, the united voices
of chivalry and religion, bade him don his armor and draw his sword.

In the general council of the church, at Placentia, the ambassadors of the
Greek Emperor Alexius Comnenus had portrayed the distress of their
sovereign, and the danger of Constantinople, from the victorious Turks.
The sad tales of the misery and perils of the eastern brethren, drew tears
from the assembly, and several champions declared their readiness to march
to the East.

The Greeks were dismissed with assurances of speedy and powerful succor.
Pope Urban had given his sanction to the scheme, and summoned a second
council to meet in Clermont the following November, to confer upon
measures for sending armed forces into Asia.

It was to secure the concurrence of Adela, and the co-operation of
Stephen, that Robert now came to Blois.

The representations of her brother, and the subject of his discourse
renewed, in the memory of Adela, the fancy sketches of her childhood, and
called up the half-formed purposes of her early youth. With the
clear-sightedness peculiar to her character, she scanned the wide field
thus opened to ambition, balanced the possible with the impracticable,
determined for her brother the only course that would give free scope to
his knightly abilities, and coveting for her husband a share in the
glorious enterprise, persuaded him to embrace the scheme, and thus
rendered herself really the "_Heroine of the First Crusade_."


CHAPTER X.

  "Onward they came, a dark continuous cloud
  Of congregated myriads numberless."

"To dispose of his worldly affairs so that man might not accuse him before
the throne of God," was a more serious and protracted work than the Duke
of Normandy had anticipated. The patience of Stephen was in consequence
nearly exhausted, in waiting his preparations, and it was not till the
council of Clermont had been several days in session, that the nobles
entered the district of Auvergne. As they approached the place of meeting,
the highways were thronged by the eager crowds that flocked towards the
city; and all the plains as far as the eye could reach, were dotted with
tents and booths, that afforded temporary shelter for the thousands that
could not find accommodation in the town.

On the morning of the eighth day, at an early hour, the reverend clergy,
with the pope at their head, ascended a wooden pulpit, erected in the
midst of the concourse, and declared to them the decrees of the synod,
concerning the various matters at that time agitating the church. But
ecclesiastical decisions and local interests were lost in the absorbing
theme that occupied every heart. The blessing of Heaven was invoked upon
their deliberations; and a stillness fell upon the waiting multitudes,
like the hush of winds before the mighty storm, while the Monk of Amiens
in a voice of persuasive eloquence and power, told them how terrible were
the sufferings of their brethren in the East, and how burdensome was the
tribute exacted by the inhuman Mussulmans. He stated that lodging in the
house of Simon, the patriarch of Jerusalem, he had become an eye-witness
of these enormities, and had been commissioned to invite all the princes
of the West, to contribute towards their remedy; that on a certain day
filled with grief, he had entered the church of the Resurrection, and
given himself to prayer, till at length sinking upon the cold stone
pavement, there had breathed upon his senses,--first a soft strain like a
shepherd's flute, swelling into a heavenly harmony, such as the advent
angels sung, and then, triumphant anthems deepening into the trumpet's
thunder tone, and the discordant clash of armor; that like Elijah of old
he had afterwards heard a still small voice, saying, "Arise, Peter, make
haste and fulfil without fear, what I have enjoined upon thee; for I will
be with thee. It is time for the holy places to be purified, and for my
servants to be succored in their distress;" that immediately after the
seraphic vision had beamed upon his sight, the brightness of the light
awoke him; when he beheld lying upon the altar a letter containing the
words of the Saviour; and his own pilgrim's staff transformed into a
sword.

The Hermit ceased; and held up the miraculous scroll before the eyes of
all the people. A wailing swept over the vast throng, and the whole
multitude bowed, as the forest bends before the first rush of the tempest.

Seizing upon the favorable moment, the pontiff arose and addressed the
assembly. "My brethren and dearest children, whether kings, princes,
marquises, counts, barons, or knights, all you who have been redeemed by
the bodily passion, and shedding of the blood of our Lord Jesus Christ,
hear the complaints of God himself, which are addressed to you concerning
the wrongs and unlooked-for injuries, which have been done to him in Asia,
where sprang the first germs of our faith, where the Apostles suffered
martyrdom, and where at the present day, the persecuted christians with
stifled sighs, long for a participation in your liberties. Have compassion
upon your brethren that dwell in Jerusalem, and in the coasts
thereof,--check the insolence of the barbarians, and you will be extolled
throughout all ages--let your zeal in the expedition atone for the rapine,
theft, homicide, licentiousness, and deeds of incendiarism, by which you
have provoked the Lord to anger,--turn against the enemies of Christ those
weapons, which you have hitherto stained with blood, in battles and
tournaments against yourselves. To those present, I command this; to those
absent, I enjoin it. For ourselves we will trust in the mercy of the
Almighty God, and in virtue of the power He has given us, and by the
authority of the blessed Apostles, Peter and Paul, we absolve all who
engage in this holy war, from all the offences which they shall repent in
their hearts, and with their lips confess, and in the retribution of the
just we promise to the same an increased portion of eternal salvation. And
this forgiveness shall extend also to those who contribute by their
substance or counsel to its success. Go then, brave soldiers, and secure
to yourselves fame throughout the world. God will accompany you on your
march--the season of the year be propitious, both by the abundance of
fruits, and by the serenity of the elements. Those who shall die, will sit
down in the Heavenly guest-chamber, and those who survive will set their
eyes on the Saviour's sepulchre. Happy are they who are called to this
expedition, that they may see the holy places in which our Lord conversed
with man, and where to save them he was born, crucified, died;--was buried
and rose again. Take then the road before you in expiation of your sins,
and go assured that after the honors of this world have passed away,
imperishable glory shall await you, even in the kingdom of Heaven."

Loud shouts of 'God wills it,' 'God wills it,' pronounced simultaneously
in all the different dialects, and languages, spoken by the nations of
which the multitude was composed, for a moment interrupted the prelate.
Commanding silence by a motion of the hand, he resumed.

"Dear brethren, to-day is shown forth in you, that which the Lord has said
by his evangelist, 'When two or three shall be assembled in my name, there
shall I be in the midst of them.' For if the Lord God had not been in your
souls you would not all have pronounced the same words, or rather God
himself pronounced them by your lips, for it was He who put them in your
hearts. Be they then your war-cry in the combat, for those words came
forth from God. Let the army of the Lord when it rushes upon his enemies,
shout but that one cry, 'Deus vult,' 'Deus vult.' Oh brave knights!
remember the virtues of your ancestors; and if you feel held back from the
course before you, by the soft ties of wives, of children, of parents,
call to mind the words of our Lord himself, 'Whosoever loveth father or
mother more than me is not worthy of me. Whosoever shall abandon for my
name's sake, his house, or his brethren, or his sisters, or his father, or
his mother, or his wife, or his children, or his lands, shall receive an
hundred fold, and shall inherit eternal life.' Gird yourselves then, my
brave warriors, for the battle, and let him who is ready to march, bear
the holy cross of the Lord upon his shoulders, in memory of that precept
of the Saviour, 'He who does not take up his cross and follow me, is not
worthy of me.'"

The agony of conflicting emotions that shook the assembled throngs, burst
forth in a storm of sighs, groans, and tears, and as the trees of the
forest fall prostrate in the blast, the agitated multitudes sank upon
their knees, smote their breasts in sorrow, poured forth their
confessions, and consecrated their persons and their property to the Holy
Crusade.


CHAPTER IX.

  "There the wild Crusaders form,
    There assembled Europe stands,
  Heaven they deem awakes the storm,
    Hell the paynims' blood demands."
                                CARLYLE.

The results of the council of Clermont were speedily felt throughout
Europe. No nation was so remote, no people so retired, but, gaining the
intelligence by common rumor, or miraculous revelation, commenced
preparations for the mighty enterprise.

The Welshman forsook his hunting,--the Scot his native mountains,--the
Dane forgot his wassail-bowl,--the Norwegian left his fishing-tackle on
the sand. Whatever was stored in granaries or hoarded in chambers, to
answer the hopes of the avaricious husbandman, or the covetousness of the
miser, all was deserted, or bartered for military equipments.

"Zeal and sympathy, and indignation and chivalrous feeling, and the thirst
for glory, and the passion for enterprise, and a thousand vague, but great
and noble aspirations, mingled in the complicated motive of the Crusade.
It increased by contagion--it grew by communion--it spread from house to
house--and from bosom to bosom--it became a universal desire--an
enthusiasm--a passion--a madness."

Princes labored like peasants at the forge or in the armory. High-born
dames abandoned their embroidery, and employed their delicate fingers in
fabricating garments for the retainers of their lords.

The Countess of Blois laid aside the famous Bayeux tapestry, which her
mother had left for her completion, and accompanied her husband from
castle to castle, through all their wide domains, presiding over the
labors of her maidens, while with pious zeal they stitched the red cross
upon the surcoats of the warriors.

Robert pledged his ducal domains to the grasping Rufus, for a sum of money
scarcely sufficient to meet the expenses of the expedition; and Edgar
Atheling bestowing his orphan nieces in the nunnery of Wilton, joined the
train of his friend.

Godfrey, Duke of Lorraine, a prince of the royal house of France,
assembled his followers, from the banks of the Rhine to the Elbe; Raimond
of Toulouse, and Adhemar, bishop of Puy, called the Moses and Aaron of the
host, collected the Goths and Gascons, and all the mingled people between
the Pyrenees and the Alps; Bohemond of Apulia commanded the tribes from
the Tuscan sea to the Adriatic, while volunteers from all parts of Europe
flocked to the standards of these noble leaders, or joined the band of the
Hermit himself.

The long-looked-for time was now at hand, when the hoary garb of winter
being laid aside, the world clad in vernal bloom, invited the pilgrims to
the confines of the East. And in the beginning of March, 1097, the masses
of European population began to roll. The first band that swept on through
Germany into Hungary consisted of twenty thousand footmen, marshalled
under Walter the Penniless. Then followed Peter the Hermit, with forty
thousand men, women and children. Next a German priest headed fifteen
thousand enthusiasts, and another band of two hundred thousand unarmed and
disorderly people hurried on by the same path; and ere these desperate
adventurers had reached the borders of the Grecian Empire, Europe
glittered with mustering hosts of warriors arrayed in all the pomp and
splendor of chivalry, and led by the greatest warriors of the age.

Few chieftains brought so many soldiers to the standard of the cross as
Stephen, Count of Blois and Chartres. But notwithstanding the precipitate
zeal of Robert, and the prompt and politic measures of Adela, the summer
was wasted in idle delays; and it was not till the autumnal equinox that
these distinguished nobles joined the forces of Hugh, Count of Vermandois,
and crossed the Alps, intending to proceed by sea to the Holy Land. They
found Pope Urban at Lucca, and received from him the standard of St.
Peter. The autumn was passed in the gaiety and dissipation of Italy, where
the earls disposed their troops for winter-quarters. Count Stephen
returned once more to Blois, already dissatisfied with the prospects of
the expedition. In the ensuing spring, one year after the time designated
by the pope, with Robert and Hugh, and their united forces, the husband of
Adela embarked for Palestine. In the meantime numbers, disaffected by the
first encountering of difficulties, returned to claim subsistence from the
bounty of the Countess of Blois.

"Methinks, my beneficent sister," said Henry, observing her charity
towards the miserable wretches, "if thou hadst seen yon beggars sell their
flocks and herds for a few shillings, thou wouldst be better inclined to
laugh at their folly than relieve their poverty."

"Adela counts it not folly for a man to sell all he hath for the kingdom
of Heaven's sake."

"I fancy," said Henry, laughing, "that those self-sacrificers have an eye
to the 'manifold more in this life,' rather than to the heavenly
inheritance; and _some_, I trow, understand by the kingdom of heaven, a
principality in Palestine."

"And were not the establishment of Christian powers in Asia a worthy
purpose?" returned Adela, little pleased at her brother's insinuations.

"Certes, my beloved sister. But wherefore didst thou detain thy unworthy
Beauclerk, is there not kingdom or duchy for him?"

"Nay! I scarcely claim the merit of detaining thee," said Adela, "since I
suspect that a stronger tie than compassion for my lone estate has
withheld thee."

"That a tender interest in the declining health of the Red King somewhat
influenced my decision I cannot deny," replied Henry, evasively.

"And had the superlative beauty of the Red King's ward no influence?" said
Adela, pressing her advantage.

"Nay, sister, since thou divinest my secret," said Henry, frankly, "I will
e'en tell thee all. Perceiving that thy crusades would draw from the
Norman power its military strength, I deemed it wise, in case of my
brother's death, to entrench myself in the affections of the English
people, by uniting my personal interest with the Saxon race. Accordingly,
when Robert sent me to England to negotiate the mortgage of his duchy with
Rufus, I visited the nunnery of Wilton, with Edgar Atheling."

"And thou sawest there the fair novice, Matilda," interrupted Adela.

"Call her not novice, she scorns the name, and hath a spirit like a queen.
In presence of her uncle the Atheling, she tore the hateful veil from her
head, and trampled it under her feet."

"And did the spirited damsel smile upon thy suit?"

"I proffered no suit save to her uncle."

"And what said the Atheling to thy visionary scheme?"

"He promised to give her to me with his blessing, on his return from the
crusade."

"But here comes another son of Cushi, with tidings for the Countess of
Blois. Judging from his tattered garments, and limping gait, his story
must eclipse all that have gone before. My '_visionary schemes_' shall not
claim the attention that should be devoted to this magnificent eastern
ambassador;" and with a smile of irony Henry took his departure.

The appearance of the individual who entered the presence of Adela, and
the tidings he brought, fully justified the sarcastic conjectures of
Henry. He was a refugee from the party of Walter the Penniless, a band
whose only recommendation for the Holy war was their poverty. Before
setting out, each one was searched, and the man upon whose person was
found the sum of two sous, was hooted from the camp. Animated by a blind
fanaticism, they expected that rivers would be opened for their passage;
that flesh would be miraculously supplied; manna rained from heaven upon
them, and the smitten rock send forth its cooling stream. The hospitality
of the Hungarians confirmed their faith; but when they entered the kingdom
of Bulgaria, the illusion vanished, and the famine-stricken multitudes,
abandoning their presumptuous trust in heaven, resorted to carnage and
plunder. The exasperated inhabitants fell upon them without fear or mercy.
Many were slain, numbers fled to the forests, and a remnant of the
disappointed devotees attempted to retrace their steps to their own land.

After listening to the account of the miserable fugitive, Adela remarked,
that the misfortunes of the company doubtless proceeded from their
forgetfulness of the last directions of the Saviour: "He that hath a purse
let him take it, and likewise his scrip, and he that hath no sword let him
sell his garment and buy one."

"Ah, lady!" said the wretched fanatic, "think not that our misfortunes
arose from our want of money or arms, but rather through our impatience to
be gone, that led us to set out on Friday, instead of waiting for the holy
rest of the Sabbath."

The countess was residing with her family in Troyes, when she gave
audience to another of her "eastern ambassadors," as Henry jocosely called
them.

This man arrived at nightfall, on a sorry mule, the self-same animal that
a few months before, under Peter the Hermit, had led greater hosts to
battle than Bucephalus under Alexander, and which had enjoyed such a
reputation for sanctity that even his very hairs were devoutly treasured
as relics. Now, jaded and dispirited, with drooping head and pendant ears,
the poor beast slowly paced his heavy way up to the gates of the castle.
His rider seemed no less bowed with grief and fatigue, and wearily
dismounting, he meekly waited among the servants, till summoned to the
presence of his mistress.

"You behold, noble lady," said he, "one of those individuals whose fate it
is to bring ruin upon every expedition in which he embarks."

"Miserable man," exclaimed Adela, "hast thou betrayed the army of the
Lord?"

"God forbid that I should have been guilty of so foul a deed," said the
pilgrim, devoutly crossing himself; "but the curse of Jonah rests upon me.
Evil was the day when, impoverished by the wars of Duke Robert, I
plundered the sacred vessels of a church, and melted and sold them, to
obtain food for my starving family. The crime lay heavy on my conscience,
and to expiate its guilt I joined the band of the Hermit. But my sinful
love for my children prevailed over my devotion, and Satan tempted me with
the thought, that were they permitted to accompany me, they at least might
win the crown of martyrdom, though their father should suffer the
punishment of his sins. With much difficulty and labor, we scraped
together means to purchase a yoke of oxen and a cart, and the charity of
my noble countess (heaven reward thee) provided raiment for my poor old
father and helpless infants. Heaven pardon me, but my wicked heart was
inflated with pride, as seating my precious ones in the vehicle, I walked
by their side; and pleased was I as we reached any town or city, to hear
the little ones inquire, if that were Jerusalem. Fool that I was not to
remember the Saviour's words, 'He that forsaketh not all that he hath,
cannot be my disciple.' There were many who, falling into the same error,
cumbered the train with useless baggage, and many feeble and sick, both
men and women, caused that our route was tedious and slow. The heat of
summer came on, and the weariness of the way seemed to increase. My
children forgot their innocent prattle, and stretched their tender limbs
upon the floor of the cart. The old man, my father, slept, and we could
not wake him; and my wife gave me the infant from her breast--it was
dead--and we buried them by the wayside. This was the beginning of
sorrows. But the _horrors_ of my crime flashed upon me, when certain sons
of Belial among our company, set fire to the houses, and commenced to
plunder the people through whose villages we passed. The inhabitants armed
against us, and I shudder to describe the bloody scenes which followed.
Enraged at the wanton attack, they rushed out upon us, fell upon the rear
of the army, glutted their wrath with the blood of all that opposed them,
and destroyed that part of the multitude whom weakness left without
defence. My wife and sons fell victims to their fury, and Therese, my
lovely daughter, was torn shrieking from my arms, and carried away by a
brutal ruffian."

"Unhappy Therese," said Adela, dropping a tear. "My poor William has pined
for his patient nurse."

"In the extremity of my desperation," continued the pilgrim, "I rushed
into the thickest of the fight, and sought for death; but in vain. My
crimes were too great, and I was reserved to mourn the loss of those for
whose dear sakes I had perilled my soul.

"Deploring the ruin that my sins, and the sins of such as me had brought
upon the holy pilgrims, I determined to hide myself in a convent, and seek
by a life of penance, the pardon I hoped to have found at the Saviour's
tomb; and finding the deserted mule of our leader, wandering upon the
border of a marsh, I mounted upon his back, and begged my way hither."

The countess gave him money for the remainder of his journey, to the
monastery of Caen, and with a heavy heart dismissed him.

       *       *       *       *       *

A German monk of great sanctity resided in a solitary cell in the forest
of Troyes. The fame of cures, effected by him, through the medium of
invisible agents, led the countess to consult him with regard to her
invalid son. Thibaut and Stephen, with a small train, accompanied her to
the hermitage.

On their return their way was obstructed by a crowd, collected about a
grotesque-looking figure clothed partly in armor, and partly in priestly
robes. His head was ornamented with a cap like that of a merry-Andrew, at
the top of which flourished a feather cut in the form of a cross. From his
shoulders hung numerous thongs, to which were attached boxes and bags of
various colors and dimensions, and a rosary of small human bones was
suspended about his neck. This he occasionally shook with demoniac glee,
as an accompaniment to songs, whose sentiment strangely alternated between
piety and profanity.

"News from the wars," shouted he approaching the cavalcade.

  "Holy relics for sinners all,
  The thumb of St. Peter, the tooth of St Paul."

"Yea more--Babylon has fallen--the Jews, the Jews--Shadrach, Meshach, and
Abednego, are consumed in the burning fiery furnace--Ha! ha! How the
flames crackled and sparkled--How the Long-beards winced and
writhed--Ashes! Ashes!" said he, throwing the contents of one of the boxes
into the faces of the spectators--"Yea more--

  "The crusaders followed the spirit divine,
  And water and blood it turned into wine;
  That made us strong for the slaughter.

Drink--heal--wassail,"--and he poured from a bottle a noisome liquid, from
which the crowd shrank back in disgust.

"The demons shrieked in the forest--and the little fiends winked in the
marshes--they showed us the way to the holy sepulchre--bridges of
corpses--rusty armor--glaring eyeballs. How the wolves howled on our
track--and the black ravens croaked over the dying--'Twas rare sport to
hear them groan.

  "The goat led his followers up the steep rock,
  The goose flapped her wings, and headed the flock;
  List to the sound of the martyrs' bones;"

and the lunatic broke into a wild fantastic dance, rattling his boxes and
shaking his horrid rosary with demoniac frenzy.

The countess was here relieved from her involuntary attendance upon the
frightful exhibition, by the approach of Prince Henry, who having
consigned the madman to proper care, dispersed the crowd, and permitted
the train proceed.

In reply to Adela's anxious inquiries, he informed her that the miserable
creature whom she had seen, had belonged to a mad-rabble, that set off for
the Holy Land without leader or guide, held together only by the strange
infatuation of adoring a goat and a goose, which they believed to be
filled with the divine spirit.

Their malignant zeal was directed principally against the Jews, whom they
exterminated wherever they came. The Hungarians denied them a passage
through the country. The fanatics attempted to force their way across the
Danube. The nation rose to arms, and for several days smote them with such
slaughter, that the fields were strewed with the slain, and the very
waters of the river were hidden by the multitude of the corpses.

"Heaven punished their impiety with a loss of reason," said Adela, with a
sigh.

"Their impiety began with a loss of reason," said Henry, drily. "Thy
pardon, sweet sister, but the heralds of thy grand expedition and the
tidings they bear, remind one of the evil messengers of Job, each man
having escaped alone to tell thee."

"We have as yet gained intelligence only from the ill-appointed and
barbarous hordes that encumbered rather than aided the expedition. When we
shall receive news from warriors, whose heroic courage executes the plans
of temperate wisdom, I trust that the disasters of our foes will form the
theme of conversation," said Adela, with much spirit.

"Nay, I meant not to vex thee," returned Henry, soothingly, "and to prove
my desire of peace, I have brought with me a flag of truce," and he handed
her a letter from her husband.

       *       *       *       *       *

Adela's letter from Stephen contained the most gratifying intelligence.
Completely duped by the artful policy of Alexius, the count gave a glowing
description of his reception at Constantinople, and the splendid ceremony
by which the Latin chiefs did homage to the Greek Emperor, for the cities
they hoped to win in Palestine.

He described the magnificence of the city, and enlarged upon the
advantages which the holy legions would derive from this allegiance, both
in supplies of money and provisions. He stated that Alexius had already
furnished ships to convey them across the Bosphorus, that a part of the
army were already in Asia Minor, and expatiated upon the munificence of
their Imperial host, who each week presented the leader of the expedition
with as much gold as two slaves could bear upon their shoulders.

Delicately alluding to the favors bestowed upon himself, he closed the
epistle by presenting the monarch's request to the mother, that her son
Stephen should be sent to Constantinople, to receive princely nurture at
the most refined and elegant court in the world.

Tears of affection and gratification filled the beautiful eyes of the
countess, as gazing upon her blooming boy, she murmured, "My son may yet
wear the diadem of the Cæsars. My father was styled The Conqueror, because
he added a poor island to his duchy of Normandy, but what title shall he
bear who restores a continent to the dominion of Christendom?"

       *       *       *       *       *

For the three following months the countess received no certain
intelligence concerning the fate of the crusade. There were rumors of
famine in the christian camp, and stories of dreadful battles with the
Infidels; but the statements were vague and unsatisfactory.

Prince Henry had been absent for some time quelling an insurrection in
Normandy, and the loneliness of Adela's situation, together with the
anxiety of her mind, filled her thoughts with melancholy forebodings, and
subdued the natural vivacity of her manners.

The prince upon his return, was alarmed by the pallor of her countenance,
and the sadness of her tones.

"Cheer thee, my sister," said he, "thou wert, indeed, a prophet, to
declare that the victories of the warriors would compensate for the
disasters of the rabble crowds."

"Art thou the bearer of good tidings?" said Adela, a flush of hope
irradiating her features.

"Aye, verity," returned the prince, with exultation, "a well-authenticated
account of the victories of the cross, embellished with as pretty a
Passage of Arms in Cupid's tilt-yard, as the Romancers could well desire."

"Sport not with my impatience," said Adela. "Tell me the name of thy
messenger, and the news he brings."

"The messenger is Gilbert of Becket, a Saxon esquire of Edgar Atheling,
and, therefore, direct from Duke Robert and Count Stephen. He sailed with
them across the Ionian Sea, and carried the shield of his master at the
grand parade, in Constantinople."

Adela interrupted him. "I know all to the time of their departure from
that city. How have they sped in their encounters with the Infidels?"

"The first place of importance which they attacked," replied Henry, "was
Nice, the chief city of Rhoum, occupied by the Seljoukian Turks, who
exacted tribute from all the inhabitants of Asia Minor. The Sultan Soliman
hearing of the coming of the crusaders, left his capital defended by a
strong garrison, and hastened to the mountains levying troops in all
directions. The first body of croises that reached the city, was led by
Godfrey of Boulogne, and Hugh of Vermandois, who took up their position on
the eastern side. Raimond of Toulouse, and the Bishop of Puy, encamped on
the south, while Robert of Flanders, and Bohemond of Tarentum pitched
their camp upon the north. And of this Bohemond, the noble chief of
Otranto, I must tell thee. Forty Norman gentlemen who had distinguished
themselves in the wars of our father, returning from a pilgrimage to the
Holy Land, disembarked in Italy. Learning that the Prince of Salerno was
besieged by the Saracens, they threw themselves into that town, and being
supplied with arms and horses, soon compelled the Infidels to retire.
After their return home, deputies came to Normandy from the prince
imploring their further assistance. In consequence of his promises and
persuasions, several bodies of adventurers, at the head of whom was Robert
Guiscard and his eleven brothers, emigrated together, cleared the south of
Italy from the locust-like invaders, and established themselves lords of
Apulia and Calabria. Robert Guiscard spent most of his life in wars with
the Greek Emperor, and was finally poisoned by Alexius. Bohemond, the son
of this Guiscard, espoused the quarrel, and was preparing to avenge his
father's death, but when he heard the crusade proclaimed, his chivalric
spirit at once caught the flame. Dashing his armor to pieces with his
battle-axe, he caused them to be formed into small crosses, which he
distributed among his followers, and abandoning his possessions in Italy,
joined the pilgrims with his cousin, Tancred, a youth distinguished for
beauty, valor, generosity, enthusiasm--"

"I care not," said Adela, "though he were as beautiful as Absalom and wise
as Solomon. There are two less distinguished chiefs, who possess far more
interest for me than all the warriors in Italy."

"Of those thou shalt hear anon," said Henry. "When this Bohemond was in
Constantinople, the emperor sought to win his friendship."

"Return not to Bohemond again," interrupted the countess, "'tis of Stephen
and Robert I would hear."

"Now, sister," said Henry, playfully, "thou knowest not what thou
refusest. Will it not please thy woman's curiosity, to hear of the
magnificent rooms of the Blaquernel, filled with stores of money and
jewels, costly garments, and rich silks of unheard-of value, that Alexius
gave Bohemond to secure his allegiance."

"Nothing will please me," said Adela, "but to know what is the fortune of
my husband."

"And that will please thee well," said Henry, breaking into a playful
laugh. "Stephen, triple Count of Blois, Chartres, and Champagne, the
husband of my gifted sister," bowing to the countess, "son-in-law of
William the Conqueror, father of earls, and I doubt not of kings, the most
beautiful, accomplished, eloquent, and _prudent_ man of the times, was
chosen president of the council of chiefs."

"Heaven bless thee for thy news," said Adela, in a transport of joy; "and
Robert?"

"Justifies his youthful soubriquet of 'unready.' He came last to the siege
of Nice. His troops, however, were fresh and vigorous, and when he
approached the city by the west, which position had been left for his
encampment, he scanned, with a fearless eye, the double walls, defended by
three hundred and fifty towers, filled with bowmen, and spearsmen of the
most determined valor. He drew up the warriors of Normandy, with those of
Blois and Chartres, and a band from Boulogne, where a great part of the
people led by Walter the Penniless and Peter the Hermit had been defeated
and slain. The Infidels in mockery had formed here a great pile of their
bones, and covered them with earth; so that when Robert arrived with his
forces, he pitched his tent just beside the green sepulchre of those who
had found martyrdom on that very spot. Peter the Hermit, with the remnant
of his forces, soon after joined the besiegers, and the army, as they were
then numbered, consisted of 600,000 infantry and 100,000 mailed cavalry.
Each man confessed his sins, and the sacrifice of mass being offered, they
commenced the erection of engines, and other preparations for the siege.
Soliman himself was encamped upon the mountains, scarcely ten miles off,
watching in what manner he might best free his city from the enemies that
clustered around it. Two of his messengers were intercepted by Godfrey.
They confessed that they were sent to concert with the besieged a double
attack upon the christian camp. The crusaders immediately prepared for the
conflict. By break of day the Moslems began to descend from the hills, and
issue from the town. The Christians received them everywhere with
determined valor, repulsed them on all points, became in turn the
assailants, and all the plain around Nice grew one general scene of
conflict. This attack was twice repeated with the same result, and the
sultan was at last compelled to retire, astonished at the lion-like
courage of the Franks, who with a thousand lances, could charge, and
easily put to flight twenty thousand Turks. But amidst these splendid
achievements, which the Saxon Gilbert described, with great vividness, he
said it was mournful to see the pilgrims at nightfall collecting the dead
bodies of their companions and bearing them in sad procession to the
cypress groves adjacent, where by the melancholy glare of the torches they
buried them without coffin or shroud.

"To intimidate the besieged, the croises cut off the heads of the fallen
Moslems, and shot them from their engines into the city.

"The Turks invented a horrid method of retaliation. Long iron hooks were
let down from the walls, by which the bodies of the slaughtered
Christians were seized and drawn up through the air, and after being
stripped and maimed were again cast forth upon the ground.

"Young Gilbert being wounded and lying insensible, was grappled and drawn
into the city in this manner, but finding that life was not extinct, they
delivered him over to the care of Soliman's physicians, who tended him as
a prisoner of note. The siege had been protracted to some length and the
Christians had succeeded in undermining a huge tower at the north-eastern
angle of the wall. The Sultana, alarmed at the loss of this important
defence, determined upon flight. Several boats were prepared, and the
Queen, with her train, among whom was young Gilbert, attended by a
dark-eyed daughter of an Emir, beautiful as an houri, attempted to make
her escape at night by way of the lake. As the little fleet moved
stealthily in the shadow of the overhanging cliff, Becket seized a bow,
and dexterously discharged an arrow towards the nearest outpost of the
christian camp.

"The twang of the bow-string attracted the attention of the Moslems, but
Zaida perceiving the danger of her favorite smote the strings of her harp,
and thus, ingeniously reproducing the sound, made the whole appear the
result of accident.

"Becket afterwards learned, that the dart fell at the very feet of the
sentinel dozing by the watch-fire, who started up, aroused his comrades,
and soon the knights of Duke Robert swarmed along the shore.

"The Paynims plied their oars in vain, the Normans intercepted their
flight. The Sultana was taken prisoner, and only the boat of the Emir with
the disappointed Gilbert escaped capture.

"The Christians having thus discovered the means, by which the city was
supplied with provisions, procured boats from Constantinople and converted
the siege into a blockade. All hope now abandoned the Turks, and about the
time of the summer solstice they offered terms of capitulation.

"The necessary negotiations were in progress, when Tatius, the lieutenant
of the subtle Alexius, entered into a private treaty with the besieged,
and while waiting for the gates to be opened, with indignation and
astonishment the Christians discovered the imperial ensign floating upon
the walls of Nice. Alexius endeavored to appease their wrath by
distributing rich bribes among the chiefs, and largesses among the private
soldiers, but dissatisfied and exasperated they struck their tents, and
departed without setting foot within the city they had conquered.

"Meanwhile, the captive Becket, was conveyed to the army of the Sultan,
and though his ardent spirit chafed at restraint, and panted for the
fight, his impatience was soothed by the tender attentions, and sweet
songs, of the Emir's daughter.

"Soliman, with the whole of his force, amounting to 200,000 men, hung upon
the rear of the crusading army, concealing his own evolutions, by his
perfect knowledge of the country, and watching those of the croises with
the keen anxiety of a falcon hovering over its prey. By some mischance,
Robert and Bohemond were separated from the main body of the army. They
encamped nevertheless on the banks of a beautiful stream, in the valley of
the Gorgon, and passed the night in repose. Scarcely had they commenced
their march, on the following morning, when the immense army of the Sultan
appeared upon the hills. From his station upon a lofty eminence, Becket
had opportunity to watch the progress of the contest, and from christian
captives that were brought to the camp, he learned many particulars
concerning his companions.

"Our brother Robert, with a vigor and promptitude foreign to his
character, drew up his forces, formed a rampart of wagons and baggage, and
exhorted his men to meet with bravery the overwhelming shock. The terrific
cries of the Turks, as they bore down upon the little band, the tramp of
cavalry--the ringing of armor--the clash of shields--the trumpets of the
christian hosts--the shouts of the chiefs and heralds, raised so fearful a
din that none could distinguish the war-cry of friend from foe. Becket
perceived, however, that the Christians dropped the points of their long
lances, and prepared to receive the heavy charge upon their swords, when
suddenly each Moslem raised his bow, as he galloped forward, a thick cloud
seemed to hide all objects from his sight, and two hundred thousand arrows
dropped death among the followers of the cross."

An involuntary shudder shook the frame of the countess, and she pressed
her hands upon her eyes, as if to shut out the dreadful vision.

Her brother continued, "The European chivalry spurred up the hill against
their assailants. The Turks, as was their habit, yielded ground on every
side, avoiding by the fleetness of their horses, the lances of the
knights, and like the Parthians of old, continuing their fearful archery,
even as they fled. Again they wheeled, and with fiendish yells, fell upon
the diminished band, encompassing them within the valley; and fast as the
Infidels fell beneath the tremendous blows of the Norman battle-axes, new
foes stepped into their places. Borne back by the growing multitude that
pressed upon them, the knights gave way before the Saracens, and were
driven struggling against the very pikes of the foot-soldiers, that were
advancing to their support. The Christians wavered. At this critical
moment, Robert revived all the courage of his heart, and baring his head
in the midst of the fray, seized his banner, and clear and far above all
the roar of the conflict, Becket distinguished his cry of, Normandy!
Normandy to the rescue! The crusaders rallied, and stood again to their
arms, and the Turks were driven back. Again the Saracens bore down upon
them, giving them not a moment of repose. Thick and fast was mown the
flower of christian chivalry, soldier beside soldier, and knight beside
knight. In the glimpses granted by the rapid evolutions of the Arab
cavalry, Becket could see the women of the camp bringing water from the
river to the fainting troops, and bathing the wounded and dying. Thus the
battle lasted for many hours, when the eye of the Saxon soldier perceived
a cloud of dust rising behind the hills. Then came banner, and pennon,
and lance, and glittering armor, and the Red Cross fluttering on the wind.
In scattered bands spurring on their horses for life, on came the western
division of the croises. None waited for the others, but each hastened to
the fight, and rank after rank, troop after troop, shouting, '_Deus
vult_,' '_Deus vult_,' rushed over the mountains to the valley of the
battle. The christian war-cry thrilled the heart of the heroic Gilbert,
and he panted once more to join the standard that bore the emblem of our
holy religion. Tearing off the white turban that Zaida had bound about his
brow, he held it up aloft, vainly hoping to attract the attention of his
countrymen, and regain his liberty. But all were too intent upon the rout
of the Infidels, to notice the signal, and his heart sunk within him, as
the emir, fearing total discomfiture, commanded the slaves to carry away
the women and prisoners to a strong fastness in the mountains. As they led
him along the brow of the hill, he still kept his longing eye fixed upon
the scene of conflict, and distinctly discerned at the head of the
division of Raimond and Godfrey, the forms of two canonized martyrs, in
armor glittering above the brightness of the sun; and he could perceive
that their presence struck terror into the heart of the enemy. But farther
particulars concerning the battle he could not learn, except from the
Saracens themselves, who seemed sadly discomfited, and hurried on in
advance of the christian army, through Phrygia and Cilicia, laying waste
the villages, and making a desert of the country through which they
passed. At Tarsus he was separated from his faithful Zaida, and lodged
alone in a Paynim tower, overlooking the Cydnus. Here he pined in
loneliness day by day, gazing through the arrow-slit upon the
never-varying hills, or watching wearily the waterfowl sporting upon the
bosom of the stream. The christian host passed beneath the very walls of
his tower. He distinguished the forms of Robert, and Stephen, and the
Atheling, and the armorial bearings and ensigns of the various detachments
of European chivalry, and he struggled like an imprisoned bird to be
free. He shouted the honored names of the leaders, and the potent war-cry
of the Christians; called on the Saviour, and Mary, and every saint in the
calendar for release; but in vain. The walls of his prison alone echoed
his cry; no ear heard his voice; no eye was lifted towards his lonely
turret. He watched till the last cross disappeared in the distance, and
overwhelmed with despair, sank in agony upon the floor.

"The moon was riding high in heaven when he was awakened by the light
touch of a delicate hand, and the soft voice of Zaida whispered, 'Gilbert!
England!' the only Saxon words he had taught her. He started up, and an
exclamation of joy mounted to his lip. But Zaida, with a warning motion,
imposed silence, and beckoned him to follow her. Silently he tracked his
stealthy way through the mazes of the castle, guided by the vision that
glided on before him, more like a spirit of the air, than a being of
earthly mould, and the young Englishman had dizzy work to follow her down
a rude stone stair, winding to the base of the cliff, where a little skiff
was moored. She motioned him to embark. He obeyed, and turned to place her
by his side. She was gone. Far up the steep he saw the last flutter of her
white robe. He sprang to follow, but a strong arm dashed him to the bottom
of the boat. The rowers bent to their oars, and the little bark glided
noiselessly down the stream."

"Did he rejoin the christian army?" said Adela.

"All along the banks of the river," replied Henry, "he beheld, with
torturing gaze, the watch-fires of the christian camp, and heard the
pass-word repeated by familiar voices, but the pirates, for such they
were, permitted him neither to speak nor move. Reaching the sea of Cyprus,
they put him on board a vessel, and he was conveyed to Brundusium."

"And were these pirates Infidels?" inquired Adela.

"Saracens they were not," said her brother, "but to what extent they
believed in our holy religion Becket was not prepared to state. They spoke
several dialects of the Europeans, and at the commencement of the
crusades, turned their course towards the Holy Land, in the pleasant hope
of serving both God and mammon with the sword."

"And what farther chanced to the Saxon?" inquired the countess.

"He returned through France, and when I saw him at Feschamp, had engaged
his passage to England. And now, dear sister, I have come to take my leave
of thee, in order to accompany him."

"The news thou hast brought has removed a burden from my heart, and nerved
me to my duties," said his sister. "But wherefore wouldst thou to
England?"

"I have learned that the Duke of Bretagne is pressing his suit with the
fair Matilda, and I must away to see that the prize be not riven from my
grasp."

"Hast heard aught of the Countess of Huntingdon?" inquired Adela.

"Aye, and strange news concerning her have I for thine ear. Thou knowest
'tis scarce a twelvemonth since the death of her husband Simon; and she
has again entered the holy estate of matrimony."

"Impossible!" exclaimed Adela. "She who so longed for the quiet of
conventual life!"

"She was forced to forego her own inclinations to escape the tyranny of
Rufus," returned Henry.

"Poor Maude!" said Adela, "her life has been a continual sacrifice to the
selfish interests of others."

"Her patient meekness disarms even her cruel fate," said Henry. "Simon
always regarded her with the most devoted affection, and made her sole
heir to all her father's former possessions. It is said that our brother
Rufus had fixed his eye upon the charming widow, and that to avoid his
addresses, she accepted the hand of David, prince of Scotland."

"She will then be thy best advocate with David's sister, Matilda."

"Truth," said Henry. "The future Queen of Scotland shall aid to place the
crown on the head of the future Queen of England. Farewell. When I come
again I hope to present thee my lovely bride."

"Heaven speed thy purpose," said the countess, fervently, and thus they
parted.


CHAPTER XII.

  "I rather tell thee what is to be feared,
  Than what I fear."

The administration of the affairs of her domains, rendered it difficult
for the Countess of Blois, in the absence of the most vigorous part of the
population, to provide for the numerous families, left dependent by the
wars; and the increasing helplessness of her idiot son, added greatly to
the burden of her cares. 'Twas Christmas morning, the anniversary of her
betrothal. A crowd had assembled in the grand cathedral of Chartres, to
unite in the sacred solemnities of the day, and to witness the christening
of Lucy, the infant countess. So occupied was Adela with the impressive
scene, that she did not observe the entrance of several knights, on whose
noble forms and toil-worn habiliments, the eyes of the multitude were
riveted with the most intense curiosity; nor did she notice, while the
bishop sprinkled the babe with the holy-water, and consecrated it to God,
that their leader had advanced to the altar and knelt beside her at the
font: but when the warrior stretched out his arm to receive the
white-robed cherub from the hands of the priest, she turned to see her
_husband_ gazing with unutterable tenderness upon his infant daughter,
whom he now beheld for the first time.

The unexpected return of their lord gave an additional impulse to the
festivities of the day among the numerous retainers of the count.

When the joyous greetings and congratulations were over, and Adela and
Stephen were left to the free interchange of their own thoughts, the
countess, who suspected that some misadventure had occasioned this
unannounced arrival, led the way to an explanation. "And wherefore comes
not Robert with thee?" she inquired.

"Methinks thou mightest spare thine asking," said Stephen, looking fondly
upon her. "Robert has not those ties that draw me to my native land.
Adventure and war are wife and children to him."

"Did wife and children draw my husband from the paths of glory and the
cause of God?" replied the countess, apprehensively.

"Those paths which thy imagination invests with glory," said Stephen, "are
but the tracks where reptiles and savage beasts have found their way,
among craggy rocks and thorny bushes, bleeding deadly venom. We followed
them through deplorable suffering, and were conducted to disaster and
defeat. And as for the cause of God, if thou hadst seen the vices of these
_holy_ croises, and the hardships they endured, thou wouldst have deemed
either that they were not the people of God, or that the Almighty took
little note of the sufferings of his faithful servants."

"'Tis the faint heart that feels the toils of the way, and distrusts the
care of Providence," said Adela, reproachfully. "Did not the vows of
knighthood alone forbid thee to abandon the holy cause?"

"To abandon a cause forsaken by God and man, were the dictate of
prudence," retorted Stephen, stung by the censure of his beloved countess.

"Prudence is born of cowardice," replied she, with unabated warmth. "I
have hitherto heard of deeds of valor, not of desertion; of victory, not
of defeat."

"Thine ignorance then excuses thy violence," said Stephen; "but if thou
wilt listen patiently to thy lord, thou mayest perchance become better
informed."

"I will listen to nothing that brands my Stephen with cowardice!"
exclaimed Adela. "My heart exulted in the thought that the president of
the chiefs would counsel them to worthy deeds!" and the haughty woman
burst into tears of mingled tenderness and mortified pride.

"By the crucifix at Lucca!" exclaimed Stephen, rising in wrath, "an thou
wilt not listen to reason, 'twere vain to talk."

"And if reason determined thy return, wherefore comest thou alone?" said
Adela, striving to conquer her emotion.

"Alone!" replied the count. "Of the multitudes that left Europe at the
preaching of Peter, three fourths have returned already or fallen victims
to their folly. The Hermit himself has fled from the sight of miseries
that he was impotent to relieve and unable to endure. Baldwin has joined a
piratical band that ravage the coast of Cilicia. Raimond, of Toulouse,
languishes the victim of a pestilential fever. Godfrey, the soul of the
expedition, torn and lacerated, in an encounter with wild beasts, lies
prostrate with his wounds; nay, the Count Melun, and Tatius the lieutenant
of Alexius, have withdrawn their forces; and when sickness compelled me to
retire for a season from the siege of Antioch, fifteen thousand Turks,
from the heart of Asia, were on their way to join the myriads that
surround the christian camp."

"And what kind hand tended thy illness?" said the countess, her tenderness
returning at the thought of his suffering.

"The bivouac of the soldier admits few of those attentions so grateful to
an invalid," replied her husband, much softened. "However, my
indisposition was of short duration, and I should have rejoined my
companions, had not intelligence reached me that caused me to abandon all
hope for the success of the enterprise.

"I tell thee that the project of subduing Asia is utterly foolish and
vain. The Greek empire, the barrier of Europe on the east, is little less
infidel than the sons of Islam; and every conquest of the Christians is
claimed by Alexius as feudal lord. He wrested from us the city of Nice in
the very hour of victory. On my return, I met him at the head of his army
on the way to take possession of Antioch, and by representing the power
of the Turks turned him from his purpose."

"But do not the people of God always triumph in the battles with the
Infidels?" inquired Adela.

"In single encounter or in a fair field," replied Stephen, "the croises
are uniformly victorious: but valor wields no weapon against famine and
disease. Our army, at such a distance from their own land, must be
dependent for supplies upon the grace of Alexius, each victory, therefore,
but lays the foundation for another contest, and were Palestine delivered
from the Turk, it would require still greater exertion, to wrest it from
the Greek." The countess was silenced by reasoning which she could not
answer, but against which all her feelings revolted. Yet though she
apparently acquiesced in her husband's decision, her heart was keenly
alive to every rumor that might reflect upon his fame. Nor were her
feelings soothed, by hearing that the pilgrims besieged in Antioch,
enfeebled by disease and wasted by famine, reproached Count Stephen, as
the cause of all their miseries; since he had withdrawn his own forces,
not only, but turned back the armies that were hastening to their relief.
Her pride and ambition were deeply wounded by these reports, and when she
learned that the Christians, at the very point to die of starvation, had
bound themselves never to abandon the cause, till they had pressed their
lips upon the Holy Sepulchre; that visions of saints and apostles, had
reawakened energy and activity in their wasted ranks, that the lance that
pierced the side of the Saviour, had been discovered and that a "bright
squadron of celestial allies," had closed in with the battalions of the
christian army and pursued the Saracen legions from the vale of the
Orontes, she felt that her husband had not only tamely resigned an earthly
crown, but had by the same cowardly act forfeited an heavenly inheritance.
In the agony of her disappointment and chagrin, she vowed she would give
him no rest till he returned to the Holy Land, to wipe out with his blood
if need be, the foul stain upon his honor.

In this state of mind Stephen found it impossible to interest her in any
of their accustomed occupations and amusements. News from the Crusade
alone restored her wonted animation, and as these tidings, generally,
reflected little honor upon himself, he suppressed as much as possible all
intelligence from the East, and contrived to pass his time in distant
parts of his domains. The torturing suspense of the countess at length
induced her secretly to dispatch a messenger to Italy. He returned bearing
a transcript of an official letter, which the chiefs of the Crusade had
sent to Pope Urban. After giving the details of the march from Antioch
along the sea-coast past Tripoli, through the country of Sidon to Ramula,
the letter went on. "Thence our troops continued their route to the
village formerly called Emmaus, and like the disciples of old 'our hearts
burned within us,' when there came to us certain brethren from Bethlehem
to comfort us, after all our fatigues, and to welcome us to this holy and
beautiful land. Sleep was banished from every eye, and ere midnight was
well passed, every man animated by the fervor of hope and the intensity of
desire, had girded on his armor and come forth from his tent, prepared for
the last conflict. We wandered along the highways and fields, in darkness;
but at length the heavens blushed with the glorious suddenness of eastern
dawn, and as the sun shot his level rays across the sacred brow of Olivet,
the holy city lay before our eyes. 'Jerusalem! Jerusalem!' was repeated
with tumultuous wonder, by a thousand tongues. Every fatigue, every
danger, every hardship, was forgotten, and the warrior became at once a
simple pilgrim; his lance and sword were thrown aside, and the passion
which stirred every heart, was clothed with divers gestures. Some shouted
to the sky--some wept in silence--some knelt and prayed--some cast
themselves down and kissed the blessed earth--'all had much to do to
manage so great a gladness.' Taking off our shoes, we trod the sacred
ground with naked feet, and thus proceeding, came in front of the city and
pitched our camp upon the north, between the gate of St. Stephen and the
tower of David. It was early summer, the harvest was upon the ground, the
grapes were ripe upon the vines, and before the waters of the autumnal
equinox, dropped upon us out of heaven, the ensign of the cross was
floating upon the walls of Jerusalem. For having long assailed the
bulwarks in vain, we prepared movable towers of great strength, which we
rolled to the walls, commenced the assault, not as in former times at the
sound of drums and trumpets, but with the inspiring melody of hymns and
psalms, while the priests bowed on Mt. Zion and prayed for the aid of
heaven on the ensuing conflict. The Infidels, to manifest their rage,
erected the symbol of our holy religion, and cast dust upon it, but the
Lord was with us, and the sacrilegious insult was well atoned by their
blood, for while Godfrey and Baldwin leaped from a tower and planted a
banner upon the battlements, Tancred and Robert burst open one of the
gates, Raimond and his followers scaled the walls, and thus we have freed
the city from the dominion of the Infidels, and avenged the cause of
heaven. We laid down our arms, washed our hands from the bloody stains,
put on the habiliments of repentance, and in the spirit of humility, with
uncovered heads and reverent feet, walked over all those places which the
Saviour had consecrated by his presence. The ghost of the departed Adhemar
came and rejoiced with us, and the spirits of the martyrs who perished on
the road from Europe to Jerusalem, appeared and shared in the felicity of
their brethren. The whole city was influenced by one spirit, and the
clamor of thanksgiving was loud enough to have reached the stars. Thus in
the year of our Lord 1099, was the city of Jerusalem added again to the
dominion of Christendom, on the very day and hour of the crucifixion of
the Saviour. At this auspicious time, Pope Urban second sits in the Roman
see; Henry is emperor of the German, and Alexius of the Grecian empire.
Philip reigns in France and William Rufus in England, whilst over all men
and all things, reigns our Lord Jesus Christ forever and ever, to whom be
honor and glory for endless ages."


CHAPTER XIII.

                          "I have deeply felt
  The mockery of the shrine at which my spirit knelt.
  Mine is the requiem of years in reckless folly passed,
  The wail above departed hopes on a frail venture cast."
                                WHITTIER.

Acting upon the hint of Adela, Prince Henry repaired immediately to
Huntingdon and secured the good offices of Maude and her husband, in
effecting a communication with the beautiful novice Matilda. He was thus
enabled to counteract the efforts of his powerful rival Warrenne, Earl of
Surrey, to whom Rufus had promised her hand. Deeming it unsafe however to
quit England, he tarried at court and passed his time in hunting and
hawking, according to the manners of the age. The New Forest was the
constant scene of dissolute pleasures. The sweet solemnity of the deep
woods was daily disturbed by the Bacchanal revel, and the pure echoes of
the dell were forced to answer the loose laugh and thoughtless
imprecation. Godly men lifted up their voice against the corruptions of
the age, and saintly priests warned by omens and dreams, admonished the
Red King on a certain day, to avoid the glen in which Prince Richard was
supposed to have contracted his fatal disease. But the impious Rufus, with
studied contempt led the chase that way, diverting his attendants with
ribald jests upon the warnings he had received. "Come, Deer's foot," said
Warrenne, tauntingly to Prince Henry, "yonder bounds the stag. The fair
hand of Matilda to him who brings the antlered monarch down." "I have
broken the string of my arblast, and must repair to the hut of this
forrester to replace it," replied Henry coldly. "Come on, ye laggards. Ho!
Tyrrel, thou and I alone will be in at the death," cried Rufus, putting
spurs to his horse. As Henry entered the cottage, a weird wife rose up as
if from the ground before him, chanting in Norman French,

  "Hasty news to thee I bring--
  Henry, thou art now a king.
  Mark the words and heed them well,
  Which to thee in sooth I tell."

The closing words were interrupted by hurried cries of alarm and distress.
The prince turned, and the horror-stricken Tyrrel, whose erring shaft had
slain the king, dashed past the door. Comprehending the whole affair at
once, Henry remounted his horse and rode full speed to Winchester, forced
the keys from the keeper, and took possession of the regalia and royal
treasure. The people thronged round him in the streets, and while the
nobles and prelates were debating on the claims of Robert, the populace,
whose allegiance he secured by the promise of English laws and an English
Queen, made the city resound with loud shouts of "Long live King Henry."
Within three days he was crowned at Winchester, by the bishop of London.

Scarce a month after the Countess of Blois was apprized of these events,
the tardy Robert arrived at Chartres. He had lingered in Apulia to woo
Sybilla, the fair cousin of Bohemond, and now returned to claim his
inheritance, after his younger brother was securely seated on the throne.
The countess received him with the greatest joy, and honored his peerless
bride with the most distinguishing attentions; but when she learned that
he depended upon her good offices with Stephen to secure assistance in a
meditated invasion of England, her love for her favorite brother Henry,
and her apprehension of the unsteady rule of Robert, moved her to dissuade
him from the scheme, and she secretly hoped that he might be made
instrumental in inducing her husband to return again to the Holy Land. She
learned from Robert the various success of the leaders of the crusade.
While some were still carving their way with the sword, Bohemond was
Prince of Antioch, Baldwin of Edessa, and Godfrey enjoyed the enviable
distinction of being King of Jerusalem.

"The voice of fame has spoken oft to me of the prowess of my brother
Robert," said she. "Did not his peers deem him worthy a principality in
Palestine?"

"Nay, it needed not the suffrages of the chiefs, since heaven itself
preferred my poor claims above all others," replied Robert. "When a king
was to be chosen, the bishops gave to each leader a waxen candle, and
directed us to walk in procession to the Holy Sepulchre. As we advanced
within the sacred place, a sudden flame kindled upon the taper I held in
my hand, but at that moment a whisper of Rufus' death swept across my
spirit, and remembering the throne of England I dashed out the light."--

"Unhappy man!" exclaimed the countess. "Thou hast refused the call of
heaven. Look not for success in any future enterprise. Hope not that
divine sanction will back thine endeavor, and expect not aid or succor by
thy sister's intervention."

"By the Holy Rood," shouted Robert in wrath, "thou Queen'st it well for a
woman whose craven husband was the first to desert his standard. It were
indeed the part of a madman to expect assistance from the dastard earl."
Before the anger of the countess gave her voice to reply, he strode from
her presence.

Meantime, Henry hearing that Robert had arrived in Normandy, strengthened
his power by conciliating the English nation, and took prompt measures to
redeem his promise of giving them an English Queen. But for some
unaccountable reason the Saxon princess seemed averse to quitting her
gloomy convent, nor would she consent to bestow her hand upon the
handsomest and most accomplished sovereign of his time, till he had
promised to confirm to the nation all the ancient laws and privileges
established by her great ancestor Alfred, and ratified by Edward the
Confessor. When a digest of these rights and immunities had been made, and
a hundred copies committed to the care of the principal bishoprics and
monasteries of England, she consented to become "the bond of peace to a
divided nation--the dove of the newly sealed covenant between the Norman
sovereign and her own people."

The efforts of Robert, delayed till Henry's power was thus consolidated,
of course proved ineffectual. He wasted the munificent dower of his
beautiful Sybilla, in idle feasting, and having buried his lovely wife the
third year after their marriage, he gave up Normandy to Henry, for an
annual pension, and was finally taken in a revolt, conveyed to Cardiff
Castle, where in a sort of honorable captivity he passed the remainder of
his useless life.

The spirit of crusade was still active in Europe, and combined with this
spirit, was the hope of gain, springing from vague and exaggerated
accounts of the wealth and principalities which the leaders of the first
expedition had acquired. The devastated lands of Palestine were soon
settled by families who immigrated from pecuniary or pious motives, and
not long after the death of Godfrey, and the election of Baldwin I. to the
throne of Jerusalem, several bodies of armed men set out to join their
brethren in Asia. Count Stephen, wearied with the incessant importunities
of his ambitious wife, shamed by the example of Hugh, Count of Vermandois,
and stimulated, perhaps, by the hope of obtaining easier conquest, and
less dangerous honors, consented to return to the Holy Land. At
Constantinople they met with Raimond of Toulouse, who was returning for
assistance, and proceeded under his guidance. On their way through Asia
Minor, they encountered the Turks, lost one hundred thousand men, together
with Hugh of Vermandois, who died of his wounds, at Tarsus. Raimond of
Toulouse was slain at Tripoli, but Stephen, Count of Blois, with the rest
of the leaders proceeded straight to Jerusalem; and having by the
completion of his pilgrimage, wiped out the disgrace of his first
desertion, embarked on board a vessel to return to Europe. The heart of
the countess dilated with pride and joy, as from time to time she heard of
his noble deeds, and with feelings akin to the romance of her youthful
admiration, she hourly expected his return. One evening, sitting thus
alone, a servant announced, that a monk in the anteroom craved permission
to speak with her. The countess ordered him to be instantly admitted, and
her heart sickened with a sad foreboding, as a diminutive figure veiled in
palmer's weeds stood before her.

"Speak thine errand quickly," said she, pale and breathless with
agitation. "What of my lord?" He replied only by an upward motion of the
hand, and Adela knew that her husband was dead. She sank back in her seat
and clasped her hands, but kept her eyes fixed with the intensity of the
keenest emotion upon the face of the monk. "Tell me all, good father,"
said she, in a voice nervously firm.

"I know little, noble lady," replied the palmer, "and though I have come
all the way from Palestine to bring thee tidings, my story will be brief.
Thou hast, doubtless, heard of the poor services of Peter the Hermit, in
awakening the attention of Europe to the low estate of Jerusalem. When by
Divine favor I had been so blest as to conduct the greatest warriors of
the age to the conquest of the Holy Sepulchre, and had seen the Christians
thus relieved from Turkish oppression, fall at my unworthy feet, and call
down blessings upon my head, I felt to exclaim like Simeon of old, 'Lord,
lettest now thy servant depart in peace, since mine eyes have seen thy
salvation.' With the deepest humiliation, for having in a moment of
temptation, wavered in faith, I thought to found a monastery upon the
shores of Lake Gennesareth, where I might have the example of the sinking
Peter ever before mine eyes. One evening, as I walked upon the shores of
the sea, revolving these things in my thoughts, I felt myself suddenly
seized from behind. A bandage was thrown over my eyes, I was forcibly
lifted from the ground, placed upon a mule and hurried forward. I
attempted to cry out, but a hand was laid upon my mouth, and a voice
whispered in Anglo-Norman, 'Fear not, old man, thou art among friends, and
bidden only to labor in thine holy calling.' Thus assured, I ceased my
struggles. How far I was conveyed, I know not, but when the bandage was
taken from my eyes, I found myself in a wild cave of the mountain, by the
side of a dying crusader, and recognized in the pale countenance before
me, the lineaments of Stephen Earl of Blois. 'Take courage, noble count,'
said the voice that had before spoken in mine ear, 'I have caught a priest
whose ghostly counsels will speedily prepare thee for the long journey,
which all must sooner or later take.' With a tenderness which one would
scarcely look for in such a savage, the chief raised the dying earl, and
gently supported him while I received his directions concerning certain
affairs, and ministered the last rites of our holy faith. The count
pressed me to promise that I would, myself, bring to thee the epistle,
which he had with much pain and difficulty indited. And when I hesitated,
by reason of the monastery which I had resolved to found, he summoned all
his remaining strength, and while I guided his trembling hand, drew for me
a deed of the vale of Montier, and bade me bring it to thee for thou
wouldst ratify it, and endow the abbey by thy bounty. Scarcely had he
finished it, when his wounds bleeding afresh, a deadly faintness seized
him. The chief laid him back upon the cushions. I held up the crucifix
before his eyes, and murmuring a prayer in which were mingled the names of
wife and children, he expired. That night I gave him christian burial
beneath one of the cedar-trees of Mount Lebanon, the swarthy barbarians
holding torches, and looking with reverent awe upon the solemn scene.
Before morning I was again blindfolded, and conducted to the sea-coast,
and put on board a vessel bound for Italy." So intent had the Hermit been
on his narration, that he had not observed the countess, pale and rigid as
though turned to stone; and when she clutched with convulsive eagerness
the parcel he extended, he bowed and withdrew.

She tore off the envelope, and the scarf which her girlish hand had
wrought in the hours of her first sweet love, soiled and blood-stained,
fell across her lap, and crept accusingly to her feet. She opened the
letter and read--

"To Adela, my best and only beloved, thy Stephen sends this last token of
affection. In this my dying hour it is my sweetest consolation to feel
that with my sword I have pierced the cloud that has so long been between
us, and that could I see my Adela, she would smile upon me as the loved
and honored husband of her youth. I have bathed in the Jordan, and
worshipped at the sepulchre; but it was the _human love_ and not the
_Divine_, that baptized my soul with joy, and whispered pardon to my
wounded spirit. I have sought for glory in the land of patriarchs and
prophets, and I have found it; but in the accents of fame my ear has heard
only the voice of Adela. The Eternal saw mine idolatry and punished it.
Adverse winds drove back the vessel that was to bear me to my native land.
The King of Jerusalem called upon us again for aid. We fought in the
plains of Ramula, seven hundred knights against the whole force of the
Turkish army. Hemmed in on every side, we fell, bravely defending the
standard of the cross. Fainting from loss of blood, my dull ear heard the
cry of 'Allah ackbar.' Like one dreaming I called upon the name of
Hardrager. Immediately the _old man_ came to me and stanching my mortal
wound, bound it tightly with the scarf which I had thrown across my breast
to animate me, for the conflict. I was conveyed away, and awoke as did
Ingulfus, in the cave of the Assassins. I know that I shall die. I cannot
long sustain the pressure of the ligament, and when once 'tis loosened my
last blood will flow. Hardrager has promised me christian burial, and sent
for a priest to shrive my parting soul. Think of me kindly, proudly, my
best beloved. Teach my sons to honor their father's name, for he died
fighting in the Holy Land. Kiss my darling Lucy, the sweet babe who
unconsciously smiled upon my return. Darkness gathers upon my sight. The
forms that gladdened my youthful days pass before me, and the fairest
among them all is my bride, my Adela." A few more words were indistinctly
traced, the page seemed blotted with tears, and the name of Stephen was
scarcely legible.

Years passed over the spirit of the countess in the intense agony of that
one night. Her heart-strings strained to their utmost tension by the power
of this mighty woe, thenceforth gave no response to the light fingering
of ordinary circumstance. The tender solicitude of friendship, the sweet
prattle of childhood, the hilarity of mirth, the consolations of religion,
and the schemes of ambition, were endured and accepted with the same
passionless apathy. She made a journey to Normandy, and arranged a
reconciliation between her brother Henry and the primate Anselm with her
accustomed wisdom. She visited Boulogne, and presided at the nuptials of
her son Stephen with her wonted grace. She gave her Lucy to the Earl of
Chester, with a mother's blessing, and saw her depart in the fatal White
Ship without emotion. But when she again stood at the door of the abbey of
Feschamp to welcome Maude once more to Normandy, the curtain of
retrospection was lifted, and the whole drama of her life passed before
her. Adela and Maude! The disparity between the happy child and the sad
captive was less striking than the contrast between the elegant and
stately Countess of Blois, and the serene and gracious princess of
Scotland, who now met after life had gathered the bloom of their youthful
beauty, and left the indefinable shades which character traces upon the
human countenance. Fixed and calm were the features of Adela, once radiant
with vivacity, but their repose was the death of emotion, and their
calmness was not resignation, but submission to inexorable fate. The face
of Maude, still fair and beautiful in the strength of its repose, beamed
with the serene benignity of ineffable peace, and she seemed one, the
joyousness of whose inner life found occasion for an overflow of
beneficence in every outward occurrence.

Again they journeyed together through the scenes that witnessed the
triumphal progress of William the Conqueror. But it was now the task of
Maude to soothe the spirit of her friend, bound with the chain of
remorseful regret. Cicely, celebrated for her piety, had become lady
abbess of the convent of Caen, and it was the intention of the countess to
enter the nunnery under her care. In fitting up her dormitory Adela had
laid aside all her accustomed magnificence, and the only relic of her
former state was a gorgeous curtain that divided her oratory from the
cheerless apartment, chosen as the home of her future years.

"Maude," said she, as they sat together there, "rememberest thou the
riddle of life and love that once formed our theme of converse in an hour
like this? How thy heart pined for the convent, and mine shuddered at its
gloom."

"Aye," said Maude, "well do I remember it, and often have I smiled at the
presumption which made me attempt to solve the greatest mystery of human
existence, and arrogate to myself the choice of the future; when the
highest wisdom leads only to the faithful performance of daily duties."

"I mind me now," replied the countess, "that thy gentle admonition pointed
to that effect.--But I scorned control, and when I saw the cruel policy by
which my father strengthened his dominion, I determined that my hand
should never seal the bond of a political alliance, and it was not till
after years that I learned that the meeting between Stephen and myself
resulted from a preconcerted plan to bind me to one whose mild virtues
would counteract my unholy aspirings. Thy instructions had taught me the
power of a righteous purpose, and I sought its aid to compensate for what
I considered a defect in my husband's character, vainly hoping that
ambition, sanctioned by religion, would secure its reward. With fatal
skill I wrought upon his generous affections till he relinquished the dear
delights of his family, to seek barren laurels, and find a lonely grave on
a foreign shore."

"Reproach not thyself," said Maude, tenderly.

The countess heeded not her interruption. "Thou and I," said she, "have
wrought for different ends, and the results for which I toiled have come
to thee unsought."

Maude would have replied, but the passionate woman proceeded. "Nay, let me
speak; for since my great grief has fallen upon me, I have unburdened my
heart to no one. As a captive thou didst bring a blessing to the household
of the Conqueror; thy sweet spirit moulded the rude Simon into a
benefactor of his dependents, and I know well that it was thy benevolent
wisdom which instructed Matilda to secure the liberty of England, and the
stability of Henry's throne. Thy silent sacrifices have made the rich
current of thy life one stream of beneficence, while my erring spirit has
converted the bounties of heaven into fountains of misery. My wicked pride
found occasion in the imbecility of my first-born William for ceaseless
repining, and sowed the seeds of sorrow in the hearts of my other noble
beautiful children. Thibaut is in arms against his sovereign, Stephen a
pensioner on the fickle humors of a king, Henry seeks preferment through
the church, and my lovely Lucy, the darling of her father, lies entombed
in the sea. Oh! Maude! Maude! my best and truest friend, pity her whose
only occupation through long years has been 'to write bitter things
against herself!' But I might have known it all," continued she
impetuously, "for heaven through thy intercession deigned to warn me of my
fate, and I would not tell thee lest thy gentle love should win me from
it."

She drew aside the curtain of the oratory, and led the princess within the
shadow. Through the oriel windows the mellow light of the autumnal sun
fell softly upon the altar, where stood beside the crucifix the crystal
urn containing the hallowed dust of Palestine. The scarf of Stephen, with
its golden embroidery rusted, and its bright pearls dimmed with his blood,
was wound round the precious love-gift, and fastened with the thorn
obtained from Ingulfus.

"It seems but yesterday," said she, tenderly detaching the baldric, "since
I held this up before thee with pride and pleasure, and in careless wonder
saw thee wreathe it in the canopy of my couch. But that dream, now that my
whole life looks a dream, seems the one reality of my existence. I shall
tell it thee, for my spirit already feels the balm of thy gentle sympathy.

"My slumbers were at first broken and disturbed. I seemed with Stephen and
Robert in an eastern land, hurrying over rocks and sands, a tiresome,
weary way, in pursuit of a crown which constantly tempted, but eluded the
grasp. First I missed Stephen from my side, then Robert disappeared, and
at last I sank down among myriads of wretches perishing of thirst. I woke
in terror, and it was long ere I could compose myself again to rest.
Whether I slept again I know not, but as I lay gazing into the depths of
the heavens, my vision seemed to pierce beyond the stars; and from the
uttermost distance came one winging his way past the bright orbs, till he
stood within the casement, the impersonation of my lover.

"My scarf lay upon his breast, and his right hand held out to me an urn,
pure as though formed of consolidated light, upon whose amethystine
entablature was engraven _Human Love_. As I extended my hand, and clasped
the precious treasure, the shattered inscription fell to dust in the vase.
I raised my eyes,--he threw a pitying smile upon me, and immediately there
sprang up from the ashes a celestial flower, and as each living petal
unfolded, there floated off a radiant line of light bearing the sacred
words _Divine Love_, till the whole air was filled with redolence and
beauty.

"The ringing of the matin chimes recalled me to consciousness, and my
bright vision was absorbed by the flood of glory which the morning sun
poured into the apartment.

"Thou saidst truth!" exclaimed Maude. "Thy dream is a reality; for in the
ashes of _Human Love_, the _Divine_ plants the sweetest hopes of
existence."

The long sealed fountain of Adela's tears began to flow, and as the
gracious drops distilled from her surcharged heart, and her paralyzed
sensibilities felt once more the bliss of emotion, the strong, proud
woman, became gentle and humble as a child.

"Maude," said she, clasping her hands in gratitude, "there was ever a
mystery about thee. I had thought to wear out my life in sad penance, and
thou hast opened to me a source of happy contemplation: henceforth my
desert future, fertilized by the sweet waters that have gushed from the
rock at thy magic touch, shall blossom with the flowers of Paradise."

The abbess Cicely here entered, and summoned them to the hall of general
reception, where Maude embraced her son and received the ambassadors sent
by her husband to conduct her to Stirling, the place appointed for her
coronation, as Queen of Scotland.

"Go," said Adela, with affectionate joy, as she saw her depart. "Go to thy
bright destiny. Thou art a living illustration of the truth of scripture,
'Be thou faithful over a few things, and I will make thee ruler over many
things.'"



ELEANOR.


[Illustration: Eleanor of Aquitaine.]


CHAPTER I.

                "In the midst was seen
  A lady of a more majestic mien,
  By stature and by beauty marked their sovereign Queen."

The southern provinces of France, Poitou, Saintogne, Auvergne, Perigord,
Limousin, Angoumois and Guienne, received of the Romans the classic
appellation of Aquitaine. This beautiful land, watered by the Garonne and
Loire, whose clear and sparkling streams, flowing from vine-clad hills,
stretched their silvery arms to irrigate the fairest fields and to enclose
the finest harbors in the world, was in the twelfth century, inhabited by
the most civilized and polished people on the face of the earth. The arts,
and the idealities, and the refinements of life, like the native flowers
of its sunny vales, seemed wakened and nourished by the genial airs of a
climate, softened by the proximity of the sea, and rendered bracing by the
mountain breeze. The numerous and independent sovereigns, whose feudal
sway extended over this fair territory, imbibed the spirit of chivalry,
and caught the enthusiasm that precipitated the armies of Europe upon
Asia. Count Raimond of Toulouse, was one of the first who took the cross,
at the council of Clermont. He was styled _par excellence_ the Moses of
the expedition. Before leaving for Palestine, on his returnless voyage, he
ceded his dominions to his daughter, wife of William IX. of Poitou. The
grand-children of William IX. were Eleanor and Petronilla. The father of
these fair sisters, William X., left Aquitaine in 1132, with their uncle
Raimond, who was chosen prince of Antioch.

The poetical taste of Eleanor was early cultivated and developed by the
unrestrained freedom she enjoyed in the queenless court of her minstrel
grandfather in Gay Guienne. The language that prevailed all over the
south of France, was called Provençal. It was the mother-tongue of Duke
William, the grandfather of Eleanor, who was one of the most liberal
patrons and earliest professors of that style of composition in which the
Troubadours celebrated the feats of love and arms. The matchless charms of
Eleanor were enhanced by all the accomplishments of the south. Her fine
genius found ample exercise in composing the sirvantes and chansons of
Provençal poetry, and her delicate fingers wiled the spirit of music from
the echoing harp to accompany her voice adown the tide of song. She
inherited from her grandfather the political sovereignty of her native
dominions not only, but the brilliant talents and ancestral superiority
that made her Empress in the realm of Taste, and Queen of the courts of
Love.

When the gay and licentious Duke William felt the infirmities of age
coming upon him, he determined to seek the readiest means to rid himself
of the burden of his sins. Accordingly, he resolved to resign the most
potent sceptre in Europe to the unpractised hand of his youthful
granddaughter, and devote the rest of his days to prayer and penitence in
a hermitage of the rocky wilderness of St. James de Compostella. Eleanor
had not attained her fifteenth year when her grandfather commenced his
career of self-denial, by summoning the baronage of Aquitaine to transfer
their allegiance to herself; and the child-sovereign exercised the royal
functions of her new dignities while the duke visited the court of Louis
le Gros and offered her hand to the young prince. The wise lawgiver of
France readily accepted the proposal--for the rich provinces which
constituted the dower of Eleanor, held allegiance to the crown, only by
feudal tenure; and the son, equally impatient for the possession of his
fair prize, set off with a noble train for Bordeaux. The light heart of
Eleanor was easily won by the unrivalled attractions of Louis le Jeune,
whose courtly graces were illuminated by the prospect of the crown of
Charlemagne; while the damsels that composed her court, exercised their
blandishments with cruel skill upon the too susceptible hearts of the
cavaliers that came in the train of the bridegroom. The parliament of Love
deliberated day by day in mock solemnity upon the pretensions of the fair
rivals, and the discreet decisions of Eleanor, the presiding genius of the
conclave, inspired the songs of Trouveres and Troubadours, who vied with
each other in celebrating her charms.

A succession of long, bright days, closed the month of July, and on the
last evening the court of Love continued its session till the brilliant
twilight had faded from the western sky, and the mellow harvest-moon
poured a silver flood upon fountains that sprang as if instinct with life
to catch and fling the shining radiance upon the gay company that still
lingered in the Rose Pavilion. The Queen of the court, attired like Venus,
sat upon a throne, canopied with Acaeia, through whose trembling leaves
the light fell playfully contending with the envious shadows that seemed
striving to hide her smiles. At her feet sat her favorite page, with wings
framed of gauze attached to his shoulders, holding a lyre, fashioned to
resemble the bow of Cupid, upon which he occasionally struck a few notes
to announce a change in the evening's entertainment. Lovely maidens
arrayed as Nymphs and Graces reclined upon verdant couches around the fair
arbitress of these amorous debates. Groups of light-hearted girls,
representing heathen goddesses, listened encouragingly to their favorite
minstrels, and strove, by various subtle arts, to win the meed of praise
to the verse that celebrated their charms. Sirventes and Chansons had been
recited and sung, still the assembly listened with an air of impatience,
as if anticipating matters of more general interest. With a smile that at
once excited and baffled curiosity, the Queen touched the cheek of her
page with her flowery sceptre, saying, "Why slumbers the harp of my pretty
Peyrol? Has he no song for the ear of his lady?"

"Peyrol cannot sing in the Romance Walloon," said the youth, casting down
his eyes with jealous pique.

"Proud one," replied the queen, "thou knowest that though the lord of
_oui_ and _non_ delights our eye, his language charms not our ear. We
would hear a pretty faibleaux of Grenada, or wilt thou give us a fitting
apostrophe to the court, where Gaiety and Innocence preside."

"Nay, honored lady," said the page, "since Gaiety and Innocence parted
company on the plains of Pleasure, harmony hath forsaken the lyre, and not
even the goddess of Love can heal the discord."

"Thou pratest, pert boy," replied the queen, with a stolen glance at
Petronilla.

Perceiving from her tone, that he had presumed too far, the page bent over
his harp and rapidly swept his fingers across the strings, saying
apologetically,

"If my lady will accept a lay of Bretagne, Peyrol is ready to do her
bidding."

"The sweet tones of the langue d'oc little befit the rugged legends of the
northern clime," said the queen, "but tune thy lyre without further
parley." The page needed no second command, but sang:--

   1. In a province fair of sunny France,
      Beside a winding river,
      Over whose waves in joyous dance,
      The sunbeams gleam and quiver,
      Stood a castle tall, a goodly sight,
      With its broad and rich domain,
      And therein dwelt a noble knight;
      I ween he had a lady bright
      And three sweet babes withouten stain.

   2. A generous heart, an open hand,
      To courtlie companie,
      And eke as any in the land
      For beggars of low degree.
      So gentle his mien in lady's bower,
      So full of courtesie,
      Yet valiant was he in tournament,
      And a good bow in the greenwood bent,
      I wot right dextrously.

   3. He had been blest in his earthly state
      With such fair prosperity,
      That his heart beat high with pride elate,
      Forgot he the giver good and great
      And christian humility.
      Whereat to punish his arrogance,
      Our Lady sent him sore mischance,
      And dire adversity.

   4. Sir Isumbras to the hunt has gone,
      Riding so gallantly,
      With hawk and hound in the dewy morn,
      When a vision bright above him born,
      Appeared in the clear blue sky.
      He saw a maiden meek and fair,
      An angel I wist was she,
      A messenger sent to bid him prepare
      For chill calamity.

   5. A woful man was the knight that day,
      He turned him home in sore dismay,
      When his good steed fell and died,
      And hawk and hound of life bereft,
      Sir Isumbras in the forest left,
      With no living thing beside.
      When to him there came his little foot page,
      As fast as he might hie.
      My noble master, a sad message,
      It is that I bear to thee.
      "Thy proud castell lies in ruins low,
      Thy lady and children escaped the blow,
      But and with jeopardy."

   6. The knight bowed meekly to heaven's decree;
      A wiser and sadder man was he,
      And with his lady and children, three,
      Sir Isumbras boune him o'er the sea--
      A penitent pilgrim he would be
      To holy Palestine.
      Through seven weary lands they went--
      The strength of the babes was wellnigh spent,
      For charity, cold was their nourishment.
      They came to a wood, with flowers besprent--
      To a rapid river of broad extent,
      Where never the sunbeams shine.

   7. His eldest born, Sir Isumbras bore
      With tenderest care to the farther shore;
      But ere he returned again,
      A lion fierce from the thicket sprang--
      The little one tore from that cruel strand,
      Nor him might they regain.

   8. He found his lady weeping, full lorn,
      For in his absence a leopard strong,
      With a fell and bloody unicorn,
      The others from her arms had torn.

   9. The lady wished that she might die,
      Or ever this sore calamity,
      She should have been preserved to see;
      But the knight with meek humility,
      To Mary mother a prayer 'gan say,
      That his penance might soon have end--
      When wandering through the weary land,
      The Sultan's captives they were ta'en
      Before his face to bend.

  10. I trow the Sultan had rarely seen
      A lady so lovely, in form or mien,
      Or a knight so bold and true.
      "Sir knight, I will give thee gold and fee,
      As much as thou might wish to see,
      If thou wilt renounce Christianity,
      And fight for the banners of Paynimrie,
      And sell thy lady bright to me;"
      His form to its height he drew.

  11. "Our Lady forefend that I should e'er
      In infidel ranks a standard bear,
      Or the holy cross betray;
      And for weal or woe my lady fair,
      I wed in the face of day;
      A recreant knight I be when e'er
      This right I shall gainsay."

  12. They have putten off his scarlet mantell
      Within the goldis shred;
      They drove him from that land of Baal,
      And left him as he were dead.
      The lady was sent to a far countrie,
      The bride of the Sultan she should be,
      When from the wars of Chrisendie
      In triumph he returned.

  13. Asleep in the forest the good knight lay
      And when he awoke at dawn of day
      He saw his treasure borne away,
      By an eagle strong in search of prey--
      No longer he there sojourned.
      To the Virgin he made a fervent prayer
      Invoking for aye her watchful care.
      Then to Palestine he turned.

  14. Through ten long years the knight pursued
      His weary pilgrimage;
      Then buckled he on his armor bright,
      With heart beating free and light,
      He hath boune him for the fight,
      A gallant and unknown knight
      Withouten heritage.

  15. Much they marvelled then to see
      A warrior, unknown as he,
      Such deeds of valor do.
      They wist he was no mortal wight,
      But some weird magician sprite,
      When in the thickest of the fight
      The Sultan dread he slew.

  16. They have broughten him to the christian king
      With gladness and great welcoming,
      And honor and praise had he;
      But his object fell he did obtain,
      For his mighty enemy he hath slain.
      He donned his pilgrim weeds again,
      And his wanderings pursued.

  17. The scorching sun, with a feverish glare,
      On the burning sands cast radiance clear;
      When weary and faint the knight drew near,
      Where stately and tall a castle fair
      From a green oasis rose.
      The cool palms waving in golden light,
      With music of murmuring fountains bright,
      Beckoning called the fainting knight
      To bowers of repose.

  18. He passed the portals of the hall,
      And stood 'mong squires and good knights tall,
      Holding it seemed high festival.

  19. A lady beautiful to see,
      Sat 'neath a gorgeous canopy.
      She was queen of that countrie,
      Lady of generous chivalry,
      And eke of lowly charity.
      The holy Palmers with reverence,
      Welcomed she to her residence;
      Gentle and kind was she.

  20. But the knight would not be comforted,
      For restless recollection shed
      A sadness over all.
      In silent mood he wandered
      Through tower and lofty hall.

  21. It fell on a day the Queen with her guest
      Were seated at the mid-day feast,
      When entered her favorite page in haste.
      In the early morning he went in quest
      Of eaglets' eyries, and on the crest
      Of a lofty mountain he found a nest,
      With golden treasure hid in its breast,
      Wrapped in a scarlet mantel.

  22. No sooner beheld she the page's prize,
      Than the tears o'erflowed the ladie's eyes.
      My true and loyal knight she cries,
      (The palmer looked on with mute surprise.)
      Hast thou Sir Isumbras seen?
      One moment they gazed in silent survey,
      The mists of memory rolled away;
      And locked within his arms she lay--
      The lost one found again.
      And there was feast and festival;
      Resounded then through bower and hall,
      The lute and joyous madrigal;
      And joustings there were in tournament,
      And breaking of lances in compliment,
      To the beauty of ladies bright;
      Then over the Sultan's fair domain,
      In peace the knight and lady reign;
      Till the king in all sincerity,
      Strove with pious zeal to free
      From the bonds of Infidelity,
      _His Paynim lieges hight_.

  23. But no one there his cause upheld,
      Save God and the Queen, I trow;
      And were they e'er so valorous,
      Never could they withstand
      An armament so numerous,
      As the unbelievers' band.

  24. Then by a chance miraculous,
      The tide of war was turned.
      As they might be sent in our Lady's name,
      Three knights came pricking o'er the plain,
      As if the ground they spurned.
      Came the first on a lion strong;
      On a leopard the second was borne--
      The third bestrode a unicorn.
      Tall men and brave were they;
      The hosts of the Saracens fled in dismay,
      And repenting of their disloyalty,
      Returned they then to their fealty;
      And the knight and lady peacefully
      Together with their children, three
      Restored to them so happily,
      Reigned in tranquillity,
      Prosperously and long.

  25. They lived and died in good intent;
      Unto Heaven their souls went.
      When that they dead were,
      Jesus Christ, Heaven's king,
      Give us aye his blessing,
      And shield us aye from care.

Rousing herself from the abstraction that had prevented her hearing the
song of her page, the queen remarked, "Thy story is somewhat long, and for
ourself we would have preferred that the husband had won the holy estate
of martyrdom 'neath the sword of the Soldan. But thou hast rhymed it right
dextrously, and we opine that the moral of thy lay accords well with the
ascetic manners of the north." She extended her wand. The herald then
stood forth, and sounding a few notes on a chalumeaux, cried,

  "Comes there no cause of Arrets d'amour,
  Our gracious liege and sovereign before,
  From lady, knight, or troubadour?"

The flute-like call was thrice repeated, and then a low response to the
challenge issued from a mimic grotto, curiously roofed with overhanging
vines.

"The minstrel of our sister Petronilla has leave to present her cause
before our court," said the queen encouragingly, as the troop of the young
princess advanced from the shadow into the clear light, and knelt at the
footstool of justice.

"The lady Petronilla," began the Troubadour, "arraigns before the court
her recreant knight, Count Rudolph of Vermandois. Cold greeting gives he
for her fair looks, scant courtesy for her warm smiles; his ungloved hand
returns not the pressure of her slight fingers, and the banderol she sent
him flutters not from his gleaming lance." A slight pause followed this
accusation, and the herald again stood forth and demanded if any minstrel
or Troubadour could say aught in extenuation of the offence of the
accused. Not a voice answered, not a harp string stirred. At the third
call the page of Eleanor arose, and with a graceful obeisance begged to be
heard.

"Rudolph of Vermandois," said he, "witnesseth by me, that since he set
lance in rest to do his devoir for the fair Adelais of Champaigne, his eye
and smile, and heart and hand, as loyal husband and true knight, are due
and devote to her alone."

A general murmur attested the disapprobation of the assembly at this new
and strange defence; for it had already become a proverb in Guienne, that
"True love cannot exist between married persons." The importance of the
action, however, elicited a brilliant contest among the rival Troubadours,
and never was a case more warmly argued, more skilfully enveloped with the
subtleties of logic, or more thoroughly transpierced with the sallies of
wit, than that which arose from the efforts of the wily granddaughter of
Philippa of Toulouse, to fascinate the husband of the granddaughter of
Adela, Countess of Blois. The fair jurors finally, like their successors
in modern days, rendered their verdict in accordance with preconceived
opinions, independent of justice or argument. The defence being thus found
invalid, the culprit was put under ban of the court, and all true ladies
were forbidden to smile upon him, except by the grace of his slighted
lady-love. The fairy camp then adjourned its sitting to receive the royal
guests, who were already on the way to meet them. As Eleanor accepted the
assistance of her lover to climb the terraced pathway leading to the
castle, she said with her most bewitching smile, "We consign our young
sister, Petronilla, to the care of our noble cousin of Vermandois." The
count dissembling his reluctance bowed and offered his hand to the
sprightly sorceress, and the queen whispered her sister, "The hawk is
hooded, it must be thine to bind his jessies."


CHAPTER II.

  Where is the antique glory now become,
  That while some wont in woman to appear?
  Where be the bold achievements done by some?
  Where be the battles, where the shield and spear?
  And all the conquests which them high did rear
  Be they all dead, or shall again appear?
                                SPENSER.

The first of August, 1137, rose upon a brilliant ceremonial. The princely
capital of Bordeaux glittered with all the splendor that Guienne, and its
dependent fiefs could supply; for on that day the native subjects of
Eleanor assembled to accept the resignation of Duke William, and to give
the hand of their liege lady in marriage to the heir of France. Though
Eleanor was sufficiently dazzled by the prospect of ruling in the court of
Paris, she had the sagacity to accept the proposal of her barons and
refuse her consent to the arrangement, till by charter and deed she had
secured inviolate the laws and customs of Aquitaine, and the
administration of the government to herself alone. Upon the conclusion of
the ceremony the duke laid down his robes and insignia of sovereignty, and
in presence of his loving subjects and weeping grandchildren, took up the
hermit's cowl and staff and departed on his lonely pilgrimage.

The royal cortege set out the following day for the north, resting only at
the principal towns, where the young duke and duchess received the homage
of the feudal lords.

At Blois, the Count of Vermandois, who had by circumstances that seemed to
him wholly accidental been forced to give his constant attendance upon the
artful Petronilla, embraced once more his beautiful Adelais, and pleading
her ill health, obtained permission of the prince to absent himself for a
time from court. The disappointed Petronilla could scarcely conceal her
chagrin at this unlooked-for interruption in her proceedings, and from
that moment conceived the most violent hatred of her innocent rival. On
their entrance at Paris, instead of the enthusiastic greeting and splendid
festivities which Eleanor had anticipated, the bridal party was escorted
through silent streets by weeping attendants, who conducted them to the
death-bed of Louis VI. The great legislator of France gazed with a look of
solemn benignity upon the youthful pair that knelt to crave his parting
blessing, and reminding them, that their recent union involved not only
their individual happiness, but the peace and prosperity of both the north
and the south, added with his expiring breath, "Remember, royalty is a
public trust, for the exercise of which a rigorous account will be exacted
by Him who has the sole disposal of crowns and of sceptres."

On the conscientious mind of Louis, the words of his dying father made a
deep impression; but his thoughtless partner was no sooner crowned Queen
of France, than she entered upon her career of folly, exerting all her
talents, and exercising all her influence in the exciting games of court
intrigue. The impassioned verse in which Abelard celebrated the beauty and
love of the gifted but frail Heloise, furnished employment for Eleanor's
Provençal minstrels, and formed the topic of general remark among the
minions of the court. She assisted the persecuted monk in his defence
before the Council of Sens, and after his death caused his body to be
conveyed to the chapel of the Paraclete, and consigned to the care of the
melancholy Heloise. She persuaded Louis that the services of his prime
minister Vermandois, were indispensable at Paris, and thus, again, brought
that nobleman within the charmed sphere of Petronilla's attractions. She
contrived, at the same time, to secure for herself a devoted admirer in
the Count of Ponthieu, who became the agent of her slightest wish. Through
his gallantry she succeeded in involving the beautiful Adelais in some
matters of court scandal, and thus by exciting the jealousy of the Count
of Vermandois, and exposing him to the bewitching spells of her sister,
she finally persuaded him to divorce his lovely and amiable wife, and
espouse the designing Petronilla.

Adelais sought to hide her sorrow and her wrongs in the seclusion of a
convent; but her brother, the valiant Count Thibault of Champagne, was not
inclined to suffer the indignity in silence. Such, however, was Eleanor's
power over the plastic mind of her husband, that the count appealed in
vain to the sympathy or justice of the king. Finding that his remonstrance
could not reach the royal ear, he presented his cause before the pope, who
compelled Vermandois to put away the guilty Petronilla, and take back the
injured sister of Champagne. The repudiated wife enraged at her own
dishonor, and incensed at the undissembled joy with which Vermandois
exchanged her dazzling graces, for the long-regretted charms of the
weeping recluse, again had recourse to Eleanor. The queen, not less
vindictive than her sister, and more practised in diplomacy, succeeded in
fanning an ancient feud between Louis and Count Thibault, into the flame
of war. The king invaded Champagne at the head of a large army, and
commenced a devastating progress through the province. The town of Vitry,
strongly walled and fortified, for a long time resisted the royal forces;
but the queen, whose apprehensions of the temperate counsels of Suger,
prompted her to accompany her husband upon every occasion, privately
commissioned a body of Gascons to set fire to the town at the very moment
of its surrender. The flames spread from house to house, and finally
extended to the cathedral, and thirteen hundred persons who had taken
refuge there, were burned to death. The king stung by the cries of his
perishing subjects, exerted himself for their rescue, but in vain; and the
horrors of the scene made such a fearful impression on his mind, as
seriously to affect his health. The vision of his lamented father,
repeating in solemn tones, "Remember, my son, that royalty is a public
trust, for the exercise of which a rigorous account will be exacted by Him
who has the sole disposal of crowns and of sceptres," haunted his slumbers
and destroyed his rest. Queen Eleanor journeyed with him from one holy
place to another, to entreat the prayers of pious monks in his behalf,
but the dejection of his mind increased to such an extent, that even her
insinuating blandishments failed to recall him from his gloomy
contemplations. Wearied with fruitless endeavors, she petulantly remarked
to Petronilla, who now triumphed in the possession of a new lover, the
young Count Maurienne, "Fate has given me the name of queen with the
destiny of a nun. Would we were again in our native realm, for I tire of
this dull life. Instead of the gay minstrelsy of the sweet southwest, I am
jaded with perpetual psalmody, and my attempts to beguile the weary hours
with the 'joyous science,' are mocked with the mummery of muttered
prayers. I have married a monk rather than a monarch;" and the mortified
queen burst into tears.

While this state of feeling subsisted between the conscience-stricken
Louis and his discontented consort, news of the fall of Edessa and the
conquests of Noureddin reached Europe, and the sagacious Eleanor saw, in
the general sympathy which the intelligence excited, the means by which
she might make the melancholy of Louis the instrument of her own pleasure.
She forsook at once her gay amusements, joined her husband in alms, deeds
and prayers, expressed the greatest pity for the misfortunes of their
royal cousins, and constantly wished that she might be permitted to lead
her brave Provençals to restore the gallant Courtenays to their lost
principality of Edessa. The gracious change in the character of Eleanor
delighted the penitent monarch, and he began to listen with interest and
pleasure to her oft-repeated suggestion, that a pilgrimage would prove an
acceptable penance for the misdeed at Vitry. Animated by a renewed hope,
he called a council of the clergy and nobility of his kingdom to
deliberate on the propriety of an expedition to the Holy Land, and by
their advice despatched deputies to gain the sanction of Pope Eugenius.
The vicar of Christ entered readily into the design, and commissioned the
famous St. Bernard, abbot of Clairvaux, to preach the _Second Crusade_.
Louis and his queen, and all their court, attended on the ministry of the
holy man, and such crowds flocked to listen to the eloquent saint that no
cathedral, however large, could contain them. His auditors were impressed
by his sanctity, persuaded by his enthusiasm, and carried away by his
zeal. "The cross!" "The cross!" was echoed from every tongue. Louis and
his queen were the first to adopt the holy symbol, and as the multitudes
that pressed forward to follow their pious example soon exhausted the
supply already prepared, the reverend orator tore his monkish garment into
small pieces and fixed them to the shoulders of his kneeling converts.

Encouraged by his success, St. Bernard passed into Germany, and every city
and village from Constance to Carinthia responded to the call of war.
Those who understood not even the language which he spoke, were awed by
his gestures, and the dignity of his demeanor, and the miracles that
accompanied his presence. The mind of the emperor Conrad III. was moved by
his startling delineations of the judgment day, when punishment should be
inflicted upon the idle, and heavenly rewards showered upon the faithful,
and openly professed that the Lord of the Germans knew and would perform
his duty to the church.

The romantic purpose of becoming a female crusader now completely occupied
the light head of Eleanor, and as she was in the very plenitude of her
charms, and possessed sufficient wealth to practise any extravagance, she
soon made it the fashion among all the vain sentimentalists of her court.
The absurd arrangements which she made for the campaign, gave little
promise of rational conquest. The female recruits sent their useless
distaffs and embroidery-frames to all the knights and nobles who had the
good sense to suppose that Heaven would be better pleased with their
remaining in peace at home, than by their going abroad to destroy their
fellow-men; and this ingenious taunt had the desired effect upon the
doughty knights, who, fearing a woman's raillery, joined an expedition to
Syria to prove their valor. The fair warriors clothed themselves in helmet
and hauberk, having golden crosses tastefully embroidered upon the left
shoulder; gilded slippers, glittering spurs, and silver-sheathed
falchions suspended from the side completed the equipment, and mounted on
richly-caparisoned steeds, they formed a brilliant squadron, caricoled
about Paris and performed a thousand fantastic follies in public, calling
themselves the body-guard of the _Golden-footed Dame_.


CHAPTER III.

  A voice, a flute, a dreamy lay,
  Such as the southern breeze
  Might waft, at golden fall of day
  O'er blue transparent seas.

Louis took the cross in 1146, and in the following year, having received
from the pope the consecrated banner as a warrior, and the staff and scrip
as a pilgrim, set out for the general rendezvous at Mentz with his queen
and her grotesque cavalcade. Here they were joined by an immense number of
nobles and knights and soldiers, among whom were crusaders from England
and the remote islands of the northern sea. After the lapse of half a
century, the second crusade, consisting of two hundred thousand people,
tracked their way along the banks of the Danube by the whitening bones of
those who had fallen victims to the blind fanaticism of the first
expedition. Manuel Comnenus, who now sat on the throne of Constantinople,
adopted the same policy that had distinguished the councils of his
grandfather, Alexius. His envoys, bearing letters filled with flattery and
fair speeches, met the advancing warriors, but the imperial guides were
instructed to conduct the soldiers of the west by difficult and circuitous
routes, and the purveyors had secret orders to furnish them with sacks of
flour mixed with chalk and lime. Conrad, who was the brother-in-law of
Manuel, was so indignant at this breach of hospitality, that he crossed
the Bosphorus without meeting or conferring with the emperor--but the
splendid city of Constantinople presented too many attractions to the
female adventurers to be passed in so hurried a manner.

The wily Comnenus soon perceived that the readiest means to divide the
forces of the crusade would be to amuse the fickle Queen of France. All
the voluptuous refinements of the Greek court were accordingly put in
requisition to detain his unwelcome visitors, and if the avaricious
Bohemond was bribed with the contents of a treasure-chamber in the palace,
Eleanor might well be excused if her frivolous fancy was captivated by her
splendid suite of rooms adorned with all the luxury of eastern
magnificence, and the richly-attired slaves that waited her slightest
bidding, and when at last they set forward, the Damascene silks, costly
jewels, and precious gifts, which Manuel showered upon the finery-loving
Amazons, added not a little to the cumbrous baggage with which the
thoughtless queen loaded the expedition.

Louis, lulled into security by the flattering assurances of Manuel, had
lingered in the Greek empire till the defeat of Conrad at Iconium, when
convinced by the report of the discomfited Germans, of the treachery of
his royal host, he set forward with his troops along the coast of Asia
Minor. They passed Thyatira, Sardis, and Philadelphia without accident,
defeated the Turks on the banks of the Meander, and arrived in safety at
Laodicea. The freaks of Eleanor and her female warriors were the cause of
all the misfortunes that afterwards befell the French army. On the second
day after leaving Laodicea, their way led up the mountains, by a winding
and difficult ascent. The prudent king sent forward the queen and her
ladies, escorted by his choicest troops, under the guard of Count
Maurienne, charging them to entrench themselves upon the wooded heights
that overlooked the valley of Laodicea. Himself followed slowly with the
rearguard, encumbered by the useless baggage, and harassed by the Arabs.
The Count Maurienne, with Petronilla by his side, rode gallantly up the
steep, and halted at the place appointed, but when Eleanor reached the
spot she was so attracted by the appearance of an adjacent valley, cooled
by waterfalls, and shaded by thickets, which seemed to beckon them on with
an inviting grace, that she insisted upon pressing forward, and forming
the bivouac there. The Count Maurienne endeavored to dissuade the queen
from her purpose, by representing the danger of abandoning the commanding
position designated by the king, but opposition only increased her
pertinacity, and aided by the light artillery of Petronilla's eyes, she
soon brought the discomfited knight to terms. The scene that opened before
them as they descended into the valley, was sufficient to charm away all
fatigue and fear. The rocky heights at the west, behind which the sun was
just sinking, veiled their bold fronts in the misty fringes of the opal
clouds; the blue Mediterranean circled the horizon on the south; and far
to the east stretched every variety of woodland, meadow, and glade, till
the Taurus ridge, melting into the sky, shut out the sands of Syria. The
happy party soon entered the valley. The sumpter mules were speedily
unloaded, the light spars planted, the white canvass of the tents
stretched upon them, and a cold collation spread out for their
refreshment. When the repast was finished Eleanor caused her couch to be
placed at the door of the tent, so that wild roses nodded at its pillow,
and flinging herself upon it, as the brilliant stars of that eastern clime
looked down upon her, she exclaimed, "Petronilla, my sister, seems not
this like our own dear Provence? I could almost fancy myself once more in
the Rose Pavilion."

"Certes," said Petronilla, "and were it not a fitting time and place to
hold the festival of our Court of Love? Methinks yon, count," with a
mischievous glance at Maurienne, "withstood our entreaties to enter this
delightful retreat beyond the limits of gallantry."

"Gra'mercy, fair ladies," said the count, with mock gravity, "that I fear
the frowns of this august tribunal more than the displeasure of my royal
master, is perhaps my sin, and it is with unfeigned apprehensions that I
surrender to the court."

"I accuse the count--" began the princess. Maurienne interrupted her,
"Petronilla my accuser! Then am I lost indeed. I had hoped to hear her
eloquent lips plead my excuse."

"Nay! nay!" said Eleanor, striking the velvet turf with her tiny foot.
"The court forbids these disorderly proceedings. Henry de Blois, arrest
thou the Count Maurienne at the complaint of the princess, bind his hands
with this string of pearls, and confront him with his accuser. Our brave
Warrenne, take thy spear and stand sentinel by yon copse. A prowling
Saracen would make an awkward addition to our goodly company. Knights and
ladies, recline at ease upon these verdant cushions. When the cause of
this culprit shall have received verdict, perchance your own delinquencies
may pass review."

"Heaven forefend!" exclaimed a chorus of voices, mingling ejaculations
with merry laughter and gay pasquinade.

The queen, now in her element, succeeded in quelling the tumultuous mirth,
though an occasional titter was elicited by the solemn visages of
Maurienne and Petronilla, who played their part to admiration.

"Where is the petulant Peyrol?" inquired the queen, looking round the
circle, "we can no more proceed with our important affairs without the aid
of song than could the prophet without the inspiration of music."

"Peyrol, my liege, attends upon the king," replied a Spanish cavalier, who
had recently rode so constantly by the side of the queen that the
courtiers dubbed him her saddle-beau.

"Gonzalvo," returned Eleanor, "we have heard that thou stringest a lute
upon occasion. Let not our pastime be marred by the defection of this
truant boy. Give us a Moorish ballad, if thy memory serves thee with
nothing better. Our royal spouse will be here anon and summon us to
prayers."

"I am but a poor pilgrim, and little skilled in the 'Joyous Science,'"
said the Spaniard, with affected modesty; "but the command of my queen
must give me the fitting inspiration." He touched a melodious prelude, and
sung in a clear, manly voice:--

  1. "I a minstrel of Grenada, Gonzalvo Bercio hight,
      Once wandering as a pilgrim, found a meadow richly dight,
      Green and peopled full of flowers, of flowers fair and bright,
      A place where many a weary man would rest him with delight.

  2. "And the flowers I beheld all looked and smelt so sweet,
      That the senses and the soul they seemed alike to greet,
      While on every side ran fountains through all this glad retreat,
      Which in winter kindly warmth supplied, yet tempered summer's heat.

  3. "And of rich and goodly trees there grew a boundless maze,
      Rich grapes and apples bright, and figs of golden rays,
      And many other fruits beyond my skill to praise,
      But none that turneth sour, and none that e'er decays.

  4. "The freshness of that meadow, the sweetness of its flowers,
      The dewy shadows of the trees that fell like cooling showers,
      Renewed within my frame its worn and wasted powers,
      I deem the very odors would have nourished me for hours."

An arrow that pierced the tent, and fell among the strings of the
minstrel's harp, interrupted the symphony, and called forth discordant
screams of terror. A moment after the Earl of Warrenne, breathless and
bleeding, rushed into the assembly, and communicated the startling
intelligence, that the Turks had taken possession of the heights allotted
for their encampment, and that the king, unaware of his danger, was
proceeding to the snare, spread for his whole army. Maurienne hastily cast
away his mimic fetters, and counselling his lovely charge to remain as
close as possible beneath the shadow of the trees, stationed a small guard
to defend them, and hastened back to the assistance of his sovereign.

The Syrian moon now rose broad and clear in the east, and the frightened
females, huddling together like a flock of timid sheep, could distinctly
see the heavy-armed troops on which rested all their hopes, toiling slowly
up the mountain, in the face of a tremendous shower of arrows and loose
masses of stone which the Moslems threw upon them from above. Men, horses
and baggage, overborne by the sudden attack, rolled down the precipitous
steep, and the expiring cries of familiar voices could be distinctly heard
through the still air. Maurienne soon succeeded in putting to flight the
Arabs that had attacked the vanguard, but the most dreadful havoc was made
among the followers of Louis, and the king himself was only saved by the
greatest efforts of personal valor. Seven thousand of the flower of French
chivalry paid with their lives the penalty of the queen's caprice. The
baggage containing the fine array of the lady-warriors, was plundered by
the Arabs, and the fragments of their dainty supper was the only provision
left for their sustenance.

The further progress of the French was beset with dangers and privations.
The discipline of the army was broken, and they marched or rather
wandered, for they knew not the roads, along the coast of Pamphilia,
purchasing or plundering food of the frightened inhabitants; and famine
thinned the ranks with such rapidity, and so many horses and other beasts
of burden perished by the way, that it was finally determined to turn
aside from these scenes of desolation and proceed by sea to Antioch. But
upon reaching the coast, a new difficulty occurred. A sufficient number of
ships could not be procured to transport them all, and the brave peers of
France, with honorable pride, agreed that the simple pilgrims, with the
women and children, should alone make their passage with the king, while
themselves should continue their route on foot. Louis distributed what
money he had among the soldiers, who were left to surmount the higher
difficulties of the land route, and engaged a Greek escort and guide to
conduct them, and taking leave of the miserable beings who had followed
him to their own destruction, went on board the ships. The escort soon
deserted the French soldiers, the guide betrayed them, and but few if any
ever reached Syria.

The royal party arrived at Antioch in a condition little short of beggary;
but Prince Raimond, the uncle of Eleanor, opened his hospitable gates to
them, and by the beautiful stream of the Orontes, the distressed warriors
of the cross refreshed themselves after their fatigues, and the
thoughtless queen regained once more her roses and her smiles. Recent
experience had greatly cooled her military ardor, and the gaiety of the
court of Antioch presented greater attractions to her fancy than a journey
over the sandy plains of Syria. Prince Raimond, wishing to avail himself
of the panic which a new arrival of crusaders had spread among the Turks,
to extend the limits of his own territories, set himself at once to
prevent the immediate departure of Louis for Jerusalem. The prince was the
handsomest man of his time, and directly began to pay the most assiduous
court to his lovely niece. The queen, flattered by his attentions,
commenced such a series of coquetries with him as greatly scandalized and
incensed Louis; but it was not till she attempted to persuade her husband
to join Raimond in an expedition against Cesarea that she found she had at
last irritated the kind monarch beyond the limits of forbearance. Louis
left her in anger, and departed with his forces for Jerusalem, where he
was received with the greatest joy. Crowds of ecclesiastics and laymen
going out to meet him, conducted him within the holy gates, singing,
"Blessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord."

Disappointed in the assistance of Louis, Raimond determined to secure an
ally in Saladin, a young Emir of the Sultan. Eleanor, who was at this time
moping with chagrin at the desertion of her husband, first saw the
handsome barbarian at a Passage of Arms given by Raimond for her
amusement, in which the dark-browed Saracen drove a javelin through the
target with such skill and grace as completely pierced her heart. She
immediately conceived the idea that if she should convert this powerful
Infidel to the Christian faith, she should achieve a greater conquest than
all the forces of Christendom. Prince Raimond, who gladly availed himself
of any attraction that should detain the Arab chief within the walls of
Antioch, smiled upon her pious project. But to bring a follower of the
Prophet devoutly to consider the tenets of the Latin church, required
more familiar intercourse and a greater exercise of personal influence
than the ceremonious observances of Eastern society permitted, or the
strictly virtuous deemed quite discreet. The zealous queen, however,
scorned to be controlled by such fastidious considerations. Her apartments
opened upon a terrace which conducted to a garden filled with every
variety of odoriferous shrub and fragrant flower, at the foot of which a
clump of olive-trees spread abroad their arms to hide a mossy seat from
the intrusive rays of the sun. A little wicket concealed by vines led from
the garden into the street, and Eleanor kept the key. Through this wicket
she admitted her young disciple, and in this retreat, with missionary
zeal, commenced her efforts for the conversion of the Mussulman. It was
some time before the European and Asiatic succeeded in coming to a perfect
understanding; for though Saladin was tolerably well versed in the Lingua
Franca, his vocabulary comprehended little else than those terms used in
common intercourse or war. Whether the philosophers of that day had taught
that though some languages may be deficient in expressions of abstract
ideas, all are replete in the dialect of love, certain it is, that both
teacher and pupil became aware of the fact in their own particular case.
But it was no part of Eleanor's religious plan to entangle herself in a
mesalliance, and when the fascinated Emir began to stammer forth his
admiration, she playfully told him she could understand love only in the
Provençal tongue. The Saracen took his departure, and though she watched
anxiously for the arrow tipped with the eagle feather, by which he was
wont to announce his coming, she saw him not again for twenty days. When
the long-wished-for token at length appeared, and the handsome youth in
his crimson robe and green baldric stood again before her, his face
radiant with joy, and his dark eyes sparkling with delight; when she heard
him pour forth his eloquent passion in the loved Provençal, with all the
fluency and ease of a native, she almost fancied a miracle had been
wrought, and felt convinced that not to lead such talents to the bosom of
the church would be a grievous sin. The Saracen soon persuaded her that
love for her alone had endowed him with supernatural powers, and the
delicate flattery determined her to exercise to the fullest extent the
influence that could produce such wonderful effects. The young Emir belted
his tunic with a silken girdle several yards in length. Upon this ribbon
Eleanor, still intent upon her design, embroidered a cross which the youth
accepted with his accustomed gallantry, saying, "I worship the Divinity it
represents." The next day he brought her a casket of diamonds, and an
ivory box filled with the sweetest perfumes. As he reclined at her feet
she opened the box, and twining his raven hair about her fingers poured
the precious liquid upon his head.

Peyrol who from his childhood had regarded the queen with the impassioned
devotion of the south, had hardly consented to share her heart with Louis.
Since her marriage, her ambition for conquest had kept him constantly in a
state of jealous excitement. His interested eyes had been the first to
discern her stolen interviews with Saladin; and on the day of her
acceptance of the diamonds, he contrived to secrete himself in the garden,
and thus witnessed the whole affair. Convinced of her danger, he set off
direct for Jerusalem, to advertise Louis of her conduct, and while Eleanor
fancied herself doing God service in her efforts to convert the lord of
the Saracens, though at some slight sacrifice of personal delicacy, the
king arrived at Antioch, and hurried her away with small leave-taking of
her uncle, and without even allowing her a parting interview with her
heathen convert. Eleanor submitted to this unaccustomed harshness of her
husband, with a very ill grace. She attempted to explain to him that she
was doing more for the preservation of the Sepulchre than King Baldwin
himself. She expressed the most violent anger at being the object of
unfounded suspicion, and entered the Holy City in a most indignant mood.
The upright mind of Louis could not be made to comprehend the piety that
led to such an ebullition of temper, nor could he well appreciate the
purity of a motive that induced a wife to exchange presents with a lover;
and from this time all confidence between them was at an end. The Queen of
France was, notwithstanding, received and entertained at Jerusalem, with
all the honors due her rank; but Peyrol was instructed to watch her
movements, and prevent any further communication with Raimond.

A council was held at Ptolemais, composed of the christian powers of Syria
and Palestine, and the crusaders from Europe, and though the restoration
of the Courtneys to their lost principality was the object of the
expedition, it was decided that Damascus was a far more dangerous neighbor
to Jerusalem than the remote city of Edessa. The decree to march to
Damascus was accordingly passed, and the kings Louis VII., Baldwin III.,
and Conrad III. brought their troops into the field.

The best disciplined parts of the army were the Knights of the Temple, and
of St. John. In the early days of pilgrimages, an institution for the care
of the sick had been established in Jerusalem. In this friendly hospital
the wounded and dying of the first crusade were received and tended with
the greatest care. King Godfrey with affectionate gratitude rewarded their
pious labors by the gift of an estate in Brabant, whence they derived a
steady revenue. The association acquired importance, and finally formed a
religious house under the tutelage of St. John the Baptist. They took the
usual vows of chastity, poverty, and obedience, and the patriarch of
Jerusalem invested them with a black robe, having a white linen cross of
eight points upon the left breast.

In A.D. 1113, the Hospital was put under the protection of the Holy See,
and their revenues increasing beyond the demands of charity, about A.D.
1130, they determined to draw the sword against the enemies of the faith.
The Hospitallers were accordingly arranged into three classes, nobility,
clergy, and serving brothers, who divided their duties between making
deadly war upon the Infidels, healing the wounds of the Christian soldier,
and praying for the souls of the departed. The admirers of valor and
piety either joined their standard or enriched their coffers. Great men
sent their sons to them for instruction, and the Knights Hospitallers soon
became a powerful monastic and military order.

A few years later, some French gentlemen founded the equally honorable
institution of the Red Cross Knights. The original design of this order,
was to watch the road and keep open the communication between Europe and
the Holy Land. At first they were fed and clothed by the Hospitallers, and
to indicate their poverty, adopted a seal with the figures of two men on
one horse. They bound themselves to the three great monastic virtues, and
added some austerities, which were supposed to give them power with God
and man. They were originally styled Milites Christi, but when Baldwin I.
assigned them a residence in the royal palace, adjacent to the Temple of
Solomon, they assumed the title of Templars, or Knights of the Temple.
They wore linen coifs with red caps close over them, shirts and stockings
of twisted mail, sapra vests and broad belts with swords inserted, and
over the whole was a white cloak touching the ground. This order, too,
rose into dignity and power; and the military friars of the Hospital, and
the Red Cross Knights of the Temple, soon became the bulwark of
Christendom, "the nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise."

Acquainted with the roads, the Templars led the way to Damascus, and
accustomed to succor the weak, the Hospitallers brought up the rear of the
Christian army. The eastern and southern quarters of the city of Damascus
were defended by impregnable walls; but the north and west were faced by
fields and gardens, and protected only by towers and ditches. Here the
crusaders pitched their camps; and numerous and long-continued were the
engagements between the Christians and Moslems. They succeeded in driving
in the outposts of the Infidels and seizing several fortifications looked
upon Damascus as their own. But now a more serious contest arose. Should
Damascus become an appanage of Jerusalem, a fief of the French crown, or
a German principality? Days and weeks passed away in fruitless disputes
among the crusaders, and at length it was determined that the prize should
be given to the Count of Flanders, because he had twice visited the Holy
Land. This decision only increased the dissatisfaction. There were rumors
of treason in the camp, and the Templars were accused of accepting bribes.
A proposition was made to remove the camp to Ascalon, and while debate
fostered delay the Saracens had time to repair the fortifications of
Damascus, and to summon assistance from the Sultan. The German emperor,
terrified with the report that the Emir of Mosul was marching to the city,
was the first to abandon the siege; and the other leaders, discontented
with themselves and with each other, gloomily retraced their steps to
Jerusalem. Conrad, with the shattered relics of the German host,
immediately returned to Europe; but the king of the French lingered
several months, visiting the holy places, and seeking opportunities to do
military service worthy the expedition; till at length learning from
Peyrol that Eleanor, through the connivance of Petronilla, had exchanged
letters with Saladin, and was meditating a flight to Antioch; he gathered
together the miserable remnant of his army, amounting to three hundred
persons, and accompanied by his enraged queen and her crest-fallen
Amazons, embarked for Constantinople. Here Eleanor found some small
consolation in repairing the sad inroads made upon her wardrobe at the
defeat of Laodicea. From Constantinople the dissatisfied pair sailed for
France.

It was the intention of Louis to put away his wife immediately on his
return, but the sagacious Abbot Suger dissuaded him from this course,
since he would thus detach from the crown the great duchy of Aquitaine,
the probable inheritance of the young Princesses Mary and Alix. She was,
however, closely watched, and forbidden to visit her southern domains. In
A.D. 1150, Geoffrey Plantagenet, the Count Anjou, came to the court of
Louis VII., with his son Henry, a youth about the age of Saladin, whose
fine person and literary attainments made him an object of attraction to
all the ladies of Paris. To Geoffrey Eleanor confided her troubles, one of
the greatest of which was, the refusal of the king to adopt the courtly
adornings of the times, particularly the long-toed shoes, fastened to the
knee by golden chains; and she was especially vexed that he had, at the
suggestion of the clergy, parted with his long curls, handsome beard and
mustachios.

"Already," said she, "he wears the shaven chin and the serge robe, and he
needs only the tonsure and cowl to make him a priest."

The duke repaid her confidence by delineating his own domestic afflictions
arising from the haughty demeanor of his consort the Empress Matilda,
whose irritable temper had not been improved by her ineffectual struggles
with Stephen for the throne of England. Altogether they had a very
sympathizing meeting.

Two years after, Henry of Anjou once more visited Paris to do homage for
his domains, and the queen with a facility acquired by practice,
transferred to him the partiality she had entertained for his father. The
young Plantagenet was a noble, martial-looking prince, with a fair and
gracious countenance, and eyes that sparkled with intelligence and energy.
In the light of this new attachment, Eleanor discovered that King Louis
was her fourth cousin, and farther that the divorce he had threatened was
a matter of conscience and propriety. Louis for the first time in many
years seemed to find happiness in the same plan that pleased his queen. A
council of the church was called at Beaugencie, and in the presence of
Eleanor and Louis, and a numerous circle of relatives, the marriage was
declared invalid on account of consanguinity.

Leaving her daughters in the care of their father, the liberated princess
joyfully departed with her sister Petronilla and her Provençal attendants
to her own country. On her way southward she stopped some time at the
castle of Blois, where the old Count Thibaut, father of Adelais, whose
domestic peace she had so selfishly invaded, became enamored of the great
Provence dower, and offered his hand to his fair guest. Unabashed by the
lady's prompt refusal, the venerable suitor determined to detain her a
prisoner in his fortress till she should comply with his proposition; but
Peyrol accidentally learning the design, disguised his mistress and her
sister in his own apparel, conducted them through the postern by night,
and procuring a fisherman's boat, escaped with them down the Loire. Here a
new danger awaited them. Geoffrey of Anjou, the young brother of Henry
Plantagenet, captivated by the charms of the princess, stationed himself
with a strong guard, at the Pont de Tas, with the intention of carrying
her off. Before the fugitives reached the spot they perceived the ambush,
and the royal ladies, each seizing an oar, concealed their faces by
bending to their tasks, while Peyrol ingeniously evaded the questions of
the sentinel, by displaying the fishing-tackle and turning the boat into a
little creek, as if preparing to commence the morning's sport. Hidden by
the willows that shaded the stream, the party pursued their way with the
utmost rapidity, and before the count had discovered their escape, they
were beyond the reach of capture.

The enthusiastic greetings with which the Provençals hailed the return of
their beloved duchess, had scarcely subsided into the quiet demonstrations
of affectionate obedience, when the young Henry Plantagenet followed her
to Bordeaux, and in that wealthy city, with all the pomp that the
luxurious Provençal could command, they were married the first of May,
A.D. 1152. Thus the sweet provinces of the south became the appanage of
the English crown, and a foundation was laid for those desolating wars
that for centuries drained the best blood of both France and England.


CHAPTER IV.

  "Imperial being! e'en though many a stain
  Of error be upon thee,
  There is power in thy commanding nature."

Henry immediately conveyed his bride to Normandy, and installed her in the
palace at Bayeux, once the residence of the family of William the
Conqueror. The marriage of Eleanor, but little more than a month after her
divorce, astonished all Europe. Especially was the King of France incensed
by a union which made his already too powerful vassal lord of seven more
beautiful and wealthy provinces.

He immediately entered into an alliance with Stephen to deprive Henry of
Normandy, and incited the baffled Geoffrey to make war upon his brother.

"Let the stupid king do his worst," said Eleanor to her husband, as she
despatched Peyrol to order the vessels of Bordeaux into the English
Channel. "The barons of _oc_ and _no_ will raise the banner of St. George
and the golden leopards far above the oriflamme of France, and rejoice at
having such fair cause of quarrel with the suzerain and jailer of their
princess."

The Provençal fleet that was thus brought to guard the coast of England,
was of essential service to Henry in quelling the agitations excited by
Louis not only, but in securing his peaceful accession to the throne of
his grandfather, Henry I. During the six weeks that elapsed after the
death of Stephen, before he was ready to assume his crown, the maritime
power anchored in the English harbors preserved the public tranquillity,
and kept all foreign enemies in awe. Henry and Eleanor, with a brilliant
train, landed on the coast of Hampshire, at the beginning of December,
A.D. 1154, and proceeded direct to Winchester. The prelates and nobles
gathered round them from every part of the kingdom, and their journey from
Winchester to London was a continual triumph.

Their coronation, which took place in Westminster Abbey, was without
parallel for magnificence. The silks, brocades, and velvets shot with
silver or embroidered with gold, which the new queen had brought from
Constantinople, and the jewels which she had hoarded as mementoes of her
self-denying efforts in Palestine, served to illuminate this august
ceremony. The dark beauty of the south wore her long, black hair closely
braided, and bound about her head, like an eastern tiara, from which
flashed the diamonds of her Paynim lover like jewels set in jet. Her snowy
kirtle, of the finest Indian fabric, confined at the throat by a collar of
gems, and fastened by a jewelled belt at the bodice, fell in an amplitude
of drapery to her feet, and the same transparent vesture covered, without
concealing, the exquisite roundness of her arms. Over this was thrown an
elegant pelisson, bordered with fur, having full loose sleeves, lined with
ermine. In fine contrast with his sparkling queen, stood Henry, the first
monarch of the warlike Plantagenets. The Saxon lineaments predominated in
his face and person, the wealth of his brown locks, and his thick, curling
mustachios gave an air of manliness to his somewhat boyish visage, but his
calm youthful countenance was not at that period marked with the strong
and violent passions that afterwards kindled in his eye, and darkened in
his frown. He wore a doublet of crimson damask, and a short Angevin cloak,
which gained for him the soubriquet of Courtmantle. The ecclesiastics who
graced this ceremony also appeared in gowns and cassocks of silk and
velvet, another importation of Eleanor from Constantinople. After the
celebration of the Christmas festivities, the royal pair took up their
residence in Bermondsey, a pastoral village, nearly opposite London, where
was an ancient Saxon palace and a priory.

While Eleanor remained in this quiet retreat, Henry devoted his energies
to settling the affairs of his government, with a prudence and discretion
beyond his years. In one council, he appointed the great officers of the
crown; in another he confirmed to his subjects, all the rights and
liberties secured under the famous charter of Henry Beauclerk, in a third
he induced the barons to do homage to his eldest son William, and in the
event of William's death, to his second son Henry, a child in the cradle.
He demolished many of the castles reared by the rebellious barons under
Stephen, dismissed the foreign mercenaries or Brabancons, that had long
infested the kingdom, and compelled Malcolm, grandson of David and Maude,
to exchange three northern counties for the earldom of Huntingdon, which
the King of the Scots claimed as the descendant of Earl Waltheof. During
the stormy period of Stephen's reign, the ecclesiastical tribunals had
acquired an authority above the judicial courts; and it was the ardent
desire of the monarch to reform this abuse. He owed so much, however, to
the friendship and constancy of Theobald, archbishop of Canterbury, that
he found it difficult to work any innovation upon the jurisdiction of the
church so dear to the heart of his venerable friend. Eleanor occupied in
her own pleasures, and it is charitably to be hoped in the duties of a
mother, took little interest in these affairs; for the death of her eldest
boy, and the birth of a daughter, had in some sort awakened her mind to
maternal responsibilities. She was particularly solicitous with regard to
the tutor to be chosen for her son Henry, and herself made a visit to the
archbishop to confer upon the subject. A few days after the king entered
her apartments in an unusually facetious mood.

"The good Theobald," said he, "who suffered banishment for my mother, has
parted with his right hand to benefit her son. He has sent us his own
archdeacon as a tutor for Henry."

"And how looks the candidate for our favor; is he fair and wise?" asked
Eleanor.

"Nay, for that," said Henry, "the archbishop, with his wonted sagacity,
has shown due regard for the tastes of the family, since the man he has
sent is half Saxon, half Saracen."

"A Pullani," exclaimed Eleanor, her curiosity at once excited. "I met many
of this class in Palestine. Comes he direct from the Holy Land?"

"Nay, he was born in London, and except some of the characteristics of his
wily race, is as good a Christian as ever attended mass. His father,
Guilbert Becket, was taken captive in the first crusade, and confined in
the palace of an emir. The daughter of the Infidel fell violently in love
with the young Christian, liberated him by night, and pawned her jewels to
a band of roving pirates, to engage them to convey him safe to Europe.
Thither she followed him through a great variety of dangers, replying only
'London,' 'Guilbert,' to all who questioned her. These two magic words
brought her to the metropolis, where she found the object of her search.
She was baptized by the Saxon name of Matilda, and Becket rewarded her
devotion by marrying her. Thomas à Becket was their only son. He passed
his childhood under the care of the canons of Merton; he has studied in
the schools of Oxford and Paris, frequented the lectures on Philosophy at
Bologna, been bred in a thorough knowledge of the civil and canon law, has
visited Rome, stands high in the favor of pope and primate, and with all
these qualifications," added Henry, in a tone of exultation, "_he is not a
priest_."

Eleanor was delighted with the story, and Becket was immediately installed
as tutor of Prince Henry. Becket's romantic origin, affable manners, but
more especially his nice tact in exhibiting intelligence or ignorance,
according to the demands of delicate emergencies, recommended him at once
to the favor of both king and queen. The principal residences of the royal
family were Westminster palace, Winchester, and the country palace of
Woodstock, the favorite abode of Henry Beauclerk and Matilda the good. In
this charming retirement, Eleanor amused herself and the ladies of her
court, with mysteries and mummeries, contrived and acted by the priests
and parish clerks. Even the miracles of the holy volume were degraded from
their sacred character, and made the subjects of clumsy efforts at
merriment. Eleanor, who delighted in scenic amusements, on one occasion
instructed the master of ceremonies to dramatize the miraculous trials of
St. Dunstan. So many characters were necessary for this important play,
that new recruits of abbots, clerks and scholars were imported from the
neighboring priory, and the queen's dames d'honneur were enlisted in the
choir, and faithfully drilled in the chanting of most unearthly melodies.
The usual services in the chapel were for several days omitted. The
carpenters displaced the priests, and instead of the sound of matins and
vespers, the walls echoed with the noise of workmen's hammers, preparing a
false floor for the mimic purgatory. The trees of the park were robbed of
their leafy honors, to fit up a forest over the high altar, which by the
removal of a panel, and the addition of dry leaves, pebbles and mosses,
answered very well for the hermit's cave. The eventful night arrived, and
expectation, so long on tiptoe, quietly settled itself upon the temporary
benches to enjoy the intellectual treat, while an imaginary moon broad as
the shield of their Saxon fathers, reflected the light of a supposed
invisible torch placed behind a window shutter. Owing to the imperfection
of the machinery there was some difficulty in raising the curtain, but the
queen was privately informed that the creaking was not intended as part of
the play. The learned and gifted Provençal must be pardoned if she
exchanged some sly criticisms and satirical smiles, with the witty Peyrol,
at the expense of the well-meaning performers.

The scene opened disclosing a barren heath, in the centre of which was a
mound of rubbish, strewed with grass and surmounted with a huge stone,
which had been transplanted with much care and labor, from an adjacent
cromlech. By its side stood a youth, who bashfully hanging his head and
awkwardly twirling a wand, thus unfolded the plan of the drama:--

  "Here you see this hill and stone,
  For that you may know anon.
  The story of the blest St. Dunstan:
  For dun is hill, and stone is stane,
  That is what this here shall mean.
  To the holy Saint was trouble sent,
  As we here shall represent--"

When young Harlequin had concluded his prologue, he paused in great
embarrassment staring up at the curtain, till finding that it refused to
fall he stepped to the side of the stage and assisted its descent with all
his strength.

A considerable bustle then ensued behind the scenes, during which the
audience amused themselves as is usual in such cases, by suppressed
titters and whispers.

The reluctant curtain again rose, and instead of the notable hill and
stone, the individual typified thereby, St. Dunstan himself appeared, a
burly Saxon priest wedged into his altar-cave; an appropriate arrangement
admirably adapted to the tradition, since he could neither sit, stand, nor
lie down at ease in it. The holy man was professedly engaged at his
devotions, rattling off credos and ave maries in a style showing a
lamentable want of familiarity with Latin. The arch tempter was a little
behind his time, for the saint had evidently exhausted his stock of
prayers, and had commenced a repeat when Lucifer appeared in the disguise
of a laborer with spade in hand. Approaching the cave, he held out a bag
of gold and invited the holy Father to follow him. The hermit impatiently
waved his hand and turned his eyes resolutely away from the glittering
lure, while the baffled demon walked off the stage. Confused groans and
shrieks from the imps beneath followed his departure, while the choir of
unseen angels sung with great emphasis--

  "With gold he doth the saint assail,
  But not with this can the devil prevail."

The next scene was of a more striking character. The monk was this time
interrupted by the advent of a beautiful damsel, who, gliding like an
apparition of light from the greenwood, stopped before the cave, showered
roses upon his missal, and in the most enticing manner sought to win him
from his devotions. The saint, however, remained firm, and when she laid
hold of his arm, he snatched a pair of pincers, conveniently heated for
the occasion, and zealously seized the sorceress by the nose, who first
cried piteously and then bellowed most lustily--but the heart of the pious
priest was not to be moved. In the struggle, the glittering mask
unfortunately fell off, carrying with it the whole apparatus of the flimsy
disguise, and a saucy-looking page, thus unexpectedly revealed, scampered
off the stage, much to the discomfiture of the players and greatly to the
amusement of the spectators. This _contre-temps_ produced a most uncommon
roaring among the demons below, while the choir sung with renewed
vehemence--

  "With love he doth the saint assail,
  But not with this shall the devil prevail."

Hardly had the cheering and laughter subsided, when the curtain rose the
third time. A sulphurous vapor filled the apartment, and from a trap-door
in the staging, amid mimic thunders and faint attempts at lightning, rose
his Satanic majesty, in _propria persona_, with the usual adjuncts of
horns, hoofs and tail. As if to strengthen the trembling saint for the
final conflict, the choir reiterated with great excitement--

  "With fear he doth your heart assail,
  But not with this shall the devil prevail."

The fiend advanced with diabolical grimace, and the whole staging trembled
beneath his tread, while the terrified devotee shrank to the farthest
corner of the cell, and throwing his huge arms round the wooden crucifix,
told his beads with startling volubility. It was evidently the fiend's
object, to detach St. Dunstan from the cross; but the broad-shouldered
priest was more than a match for the sturdy boor, encumbered as he was
with the trappings of his new dignities. A terrible struggle ensued, but
such was the desperate energy with which the saint grasped the holy
symbol, and so intimately was it connected with the whole design of the
performance, that in attempting to drag the priest from its protection,
the stout yeoman tore the crucifix from the altar, the forest from its
foundations, and while the choir were preparing to vociferate a splendid
song of triumph, friar and fiend, angels and apparatus were precipitated
into the yawning purgatory beneath. At the same moment, the man with the
moon abruptly set, leaving the chapel in total darkness. The musical pitch
wavered and quavered, and terminated in shrieks of affright, and the
audience, apprehensive that the devil had not yet his due, fled in most
undignified haste. It was not until the queen had reached her own
apartments, and her tire-women one after another came hurrying to her
presence in ludicrous disarray, that she forgot her fright and gave way to
a genial burst of merriment. The forlorn damsels at length found it
impossible not to join in her mirth, and every fresh arrival was hailed
with irrepressible peals of laughter.

"Welcome, my angeliques," cried the queen. "I feared that your late
promotion would unfit you for mortal duties; but I perceive, with
pleasure, that a foretaste of the punishment that awaits the unfaithful,
has rendered you more than usually alert this evening. For ourself, we
feel the necessity for repose, and will gladly be disrobed for our couch."

Notwithstanding the unsuccessful efforts of her Saxon clerks, Eleanor was
not discouraged. She summoned from Blois a celebrated abbot named William,
who, under her patronage, and assisted by her genius, brought out his
tragedy of Flaura and Marcus, the first appearance of the regular drama in
England.


CHAPTER V.

  For close designs and crooked counsels fit,
  Sagacious, bold, and turbulent of wit;
  Restless, unfixed in principle and place,
  In power unpleased, impatient in disgrace.

Thomas a Becket had risen rapidly in the royal favor. His calm
discrimination and cool judgment had made him the chosen counsellor of his
patron, his sedulous attention to his pupil had won the heart of Eleanor,
while his courtly qualities and knightly address made him popular with all
classes of people. The king conferred upon him the honors of Eye, the
wardenship of the tower of London, and made him chancellor of the realm.
The versatility of his accomplishments enabled him to adapt himself to
Henry's various moods, and he thus became the monarch's inseparable
companion. The rapidity of his rise was equalled only by the splendor of
his course. He rivalled the king in the appointments of his household,
exercised the most unbounded hospitality towards those who visited the
court, and became the medium through which the subjects communicated with
their sovereign. The king was his frequent guest, and the monarch and the
favorite seemed bound by ties of real friendship. Queen Eleanor had
removed her court from Woodstock, to the palace of Beaumont, in Oxford,
where the celebrated Coeur de Lion was born, A.D. 1157. On the receipt of
this pleasing intelligence, the king set off with his chancellor and train
to join his family. As they rode along, conversing upon terms of the most
easy familiarity, a miserable beggar followed them asking an alms. The
king carelessly bestowed a few pence, and the chancellor observing the
tattered garments of the mendicant, facetiously remarked, that the command
was not to feed the hungry alone, but to clothe the naked.

"Thou sayest truth," said the king, "and art thyself worthy to illustrate
thy own doctrine."

So saying, he seized the chancellor's cloak, and began pulling it from his
shoulders. The favorite resisted this charitable impulse, and put spurs to
his horse. The king, however, retained his grasp, and urged his steed to
keep pace with that of the close-fisted courtier, and betwixt their
struggles and laughter, both had nearly been rolled in the dirt. Becket,
finally, released his hold, and the wondering beggar wrapped his shivering
limbs in the finest mantle in the kingdom.

As their road wound through the rich meadows of Evenlod, they caught
occasional glimpses of the nunnery at Godstow, half-hidden among the
trees, and before they reached the outer line of the convent walls, they
saw at a short distance before them, crossing a rustic bridge, the figure
of a beautiful girl, mounted upon a coal-black steed. The ease and grace
with which she reined the mettlesome animal, the exquisite symmetry of her
form, set off by the rich drapery of her robe, first attracted the king's
notice. Her hair of a golden brown escaping from a turban-like riding-cap,
floated like a veil over her shoulders, and air and exercise imparted a
brilliant bloom to a face of lily fairness, and gave additional lustre to
eyes, whose mirror-like depths seemed formed to reflect the light of
heaven. Henry instinctively drew rein as the beautiful being dashed across
their way and struck into a bridle-path, followed by a venerable-looking
serving man, in green livery.

"What dazzling vision is this?" said Henry, pausing as if to recall a
half-forgotten memory. "I have seen that face before, or my eye is, for
the first time, at fault."

"The appointments of the servant are those of the Clifford's," said
Becket, coldly.

"And what is the name of the fair creature with the golden locks?" pursued
Henry.

"If it be the daughter of Lord Walter de Clifford, her name is Rosamond,"
said Becket, little inclined to satisfy the monarch's inquiries.

"Walter de Clifford!" said the king, with a thrill of recollection. "I
mind me now, when the King of Scotland laid the sword of knighthood on my
shoulder, it was the Lord de Clifford that buckled on my spurs; and this
fair girl, then a child of exquisite beauty, sat among the maids of the
queen, who presided at the tournament. A king bred in a foreign land must
needs be a sad stranger in his own realm. Canst thou point me to the home
of this fair damsel?"

Becket, who perceived that the impetuosity of the monarch would not brook
evasion, answered; "Clifford castle is some two days' distance, on the
banks of the Wye. The Lord de Clifford has been a crusader in Palestine
this many a year, and his daughter, who after her mother's death, was in
care of the nuns of Godstow, is haply on her way to the convent. The
serving man, I see, is old Adam Henrid, her seneschal."

"Let us push on," said Henry, "to-night we sup at Godstow. Much I wonder,"
he added, musingly, "if the sweet girl holds in recollection the image of
the boy knight."

"Becket," he added, aloud, "there is little about me to betray the king. I
will be to-night, the simple Duke of Maine. Be thou my squire. Our men in
attendance may proceed to Oxford." So saying, the impatient monarch put
spurs to his horse, and galloped forward followed by his reluctant
courtier, and alighted at the nunnery just after Rosamond had been
received within its walls. The sound of the bell brought to the great gate
of the convent the portress, summoned from her evening meal, and still
holding in her hand the bunch of leeks and slice of brown bread, which
formed the repast.

"And what wouldst thou, sir knight?" she inquired, gruffly.

"Rest and refreshment," said Henry, in French. "We are weary travellers,
and seek shelter for the night."

"Ye are from beyond the sea," replied the portress, "and we will none of
your outlandish tongue. Yonder lies the way to Oxford."

"Becket," whispered the king, "let thy ready wit serve us in this time of
need, and thou shalt not find thy lord ungrateful." The wily chancellor,
who never lost the opportunity of laying the monarch under obligation to
himself, instantly rejoined in Saxon to the nun,

"Open to us, good mother. The Duke of Maine is a zealous patron of the
church, and perchance thine own convent will be none the poorer for
granting him entertainment."

The mollified portress immediately admitted them, muttering
apologetically, "The wayfarer and benighted are ever received with
Christian charity, by the sisters of the blessed St. Bernard."

       *       *       *       *       *

The infant Richard was a child of great promise, and his ambitious mother
began, at once, to plan for his future advancement. She besought her
husband to bestow upon the prince the dukedom of Aquitaine, and to permit
her to convey him thither, to receive the homage of the barons, and to
arrange a betrothment between him and Philippa, the infant daughter of her
sister Petronilla and Raymond of Arragon. To her great joy and surprise
Henry acceded at once to the proposal, and co-operated in her scheme for
remaining some time as regent in her southern dominions.

Louis VII., King of France, had given his two daughters by Eleanor, in
marriage to the Counts of Blois and Champagne; and after the death of his
second wife Constantia, conferred the crown matrimonial upon their
father's sister, Adelais of Champagne, widow of the famous Rudolph of
Vermandois. He also bestowed upon the Count of Champagne the office of
seneschal of his kingdom, which of right belonged to Henry, as Duke of
Anjou, who, enraged at this measure, made war upon his liege lord. The
affair was finally compromised by the affiancing of Henry's eldest son
with Louis's third daughter Marguerite. Henry and Eleanor repaired to
Normandy to celebrate the nuptials, and Becket was sent to Paris to bring
the young bride to Rouen. On this important occasion the chancellor
travelled in the greatest state. When he entered a town two hundred and
fifty boys singing national airs led the procession, while from wagons
covered with skins and protected by guards and dogs the populace were
regaled with draughts of English beer. Other wagons, each drawn by five
horses, led by servants in splendid livery, followed with the furniture of
his chapel, bed-chamber and kitchen, his plate, wardrobe, and attendants.
Then came twelve sumpter horses each carrying a groom and monkey; then the
esquires, gentlemen's sons, falconers with hawks upon their wrists,
officers of the household, knights and clergymen, and last of all Becket
himself in familiar converse with a few friends. The French, when they saw
an ambassador affecting a magnificence greater than their own sovereign
could command, exclaimed, "What manner of man must the King of England be,
when his chancellor travels in such state." The King of France received
Becket with the most distinguishing courtesy, and committed the infant
Marguerite to his care. Becket conveyed the little princess to Rouen,
where the contract of marriage was solemnized, and the juvenile bride and
bridegroom were committed to him for education, and Louis gave to Henry
three cities as the dower of his daughter.

But a misunderstanding arising with regard to the matter, a fresh
compromise was effected by another match. The death of the little princess
of Arragon had left the hand of Richard again at liberty. This hand was
given as a pledge of amity to Alice, the infant daughter of France, who
was also conveyed to England for education. It was the policy of Henry to
strengthen his government by powerful alliances: and these early marriages
were followed in quick succession by similar unions between Geoffrey his
third son and Constance the heiress of Bretagne, and his eldest daughter
Matilda with Henry the lion Duke of Saxony.

In the midst of these domestic and political arrangements Theobald,
Archbishop of Canterbury, died; and the king entered upon his
long-meditated design of reforming the abuses of the church. He had loaded
Becket with every demonstration of favor and affection, and counting
confidently upon his co-operation, offered him the vacancy. The chancellor
objected that he was not a priest, but Henry insisted that the time
required to take orders was only a few hours. Still the chancellor seemed
to decline the dazzling gift. He protested that were he once a bishop he
must uphold the rights of the church, and solemnly told the king the night
before his consecration that the mitre would interpose an eternal barrier
between them. Henry persisted, and Becket at last modestly accepted the
first office in the kingdom.

Directly on his investment the new archbishop became as much distinguished
for his austerity as he had before been for his ostentation. He resigned
his office of chancellor, dismissed his knightly train, clothed himself in
sackcloth, fed upon the coarsest fare, drank water nauseous with fennel,
and daily upon his knees washed the feet of thirteen beggars, whom he
afterwards dismissed with alms. On all occasions he defended the rights of
the church in opposition to those of the crown. As he was the most learned
man in the kingdom, the most eloquent and the best beloved, he possessed
unbounded influence with all classes, and Henry soon found in the man whom
he trusted as an ally a most powerful adversary.

But the king did not on this account relinquish his plans for reform. A
parish priest had been guilty of murder under circumstances that
peculiarly aggravated the crime. The judicial courts sought to try the
criminal. The bishop contended that degradation from office was the
highest punishment that could be inflicted upon a son of the church. The
affair created great sensation throughout the kingdom, and Henry finally
convened a general council of the nobility and clergy. Several articles,
were drawn up called the Constitutions of Clarendon, the drift of which
was that no churchman should be entitled to privileges greater than those
enjoyed by his peers among the laity. Becket at first refused to sign the
articles and the other bishops followed his example. Being threatened with
exile or death he at length yielded; but afterwards, learning that the
pope did not approve his course, he retracted his consent. The king
incensed at the conduct of his favorite, ordered a succession of charges
to be prepared, on which the archbishop was cited to trial. Becket
declined the jurisdiction of the court and appealed to the pope, finally
escaped across the sea and made his way to the King of France.

Troubles in Aquitaine had made it necessary for Eleanor to take up her
abode there, where, in company with her children, she remained some time
exercising the functions of regent with great ability. To detach Prince
Henry, who was enthusiastically fond of his tutor, from the party of
Becket, the king sent for him to be crowned at Westminster, and admitted
to a share of the government. But when the princess Marguerite found that
Becket, the guardian of her youth, was not to place the diadem upon her
head, she trampled upon the coronation-robes, and perversely refused to
leave Aquitaine for London. King Louis took up his daughter's quarrel, and
entered Normandy at the head of an army. Henry hastened to defend his
domains, and hostilities were commenced, but the two monarchs had a
private conference, and Henry finally promised to seek an immediate
reconciliation with his exiled primate. The archbishop of Rouen and the
bishop of Nevers were authorized to arrange an interview, and the King of
England awaited the arrival of his rebellious subject in a spacious
meadow, on the borders of Touraine. As soon as Becket appeared Henry
spurred on his horse, with his cap in hand, thus preventing any formal
recognition, and discoursed with all the easy familiarity of former days.
At the gracious words of his master, the archbishop descended from his
horse, and threw himself at the feet of his sovereign; but Henry laid hold
of the stirrup, and insisted that he should remount, saying,

"Let us renew our ancient affection for each other,--only show me honor
before those who are now viewing our behavior." Then returning to his
nobles, he remarked, "I find the archbishop in the best of dispositions
towards me; were I otherwise toward him I should be the worst of men."
The king, however, adroitly avoided giving the kiss of peace, a
circumstance which the primate observed, and made the subject of the most
gloomy presage. Having waited in vain for the money which Henry had
promised him, Becket borrowed a sum sufficient to defray the expenses of
the journey, and contrary to the advice of his friends, returned to his
diocese. He despatched a letter to the king at Rouen, which closed thus:--

"It was my wish to have waited on you once more, but necessity compels me,
in the lowly state to which I am reduced, to revisit my afflicted church.
I go, sir, with your permission, perhaps to perish for its security,
unless you protect me; but whether I live or die, yours I am, and yours I
shall ever be in the Lord. Whatever may befall me or mine, may the
blessing of God rest on you and your children."

       *       *       *       *       *

Before the meeting between Becket and the king, the pope had issued
letters of suspension against those who had assisted at the coronation of
the young prince, and Becket returned to England with those letters upon
his person, and immediately proceeded upon the work of excommunication.
These tidings were conveyed to Henry by the first ship that sailed for
Normandy, and the outraged monarch exclaimed in a fury of passion, "Of the
cowards who eat my bread is there not one to rid me of this turbulent
priest?" Four knights, at the head of whom was Reginald Fitzurse,
immediately set out for England, and proceeding straight to Canterbury,
entered the house of the archbishop, and required him, in the king's name,
to absolve the excommunicated prelates. Becket refused, and repaired to
the church with the utmost tranquillity to evening vespers. The solemn
tones of the organ had ceased, and the archbishop had opened the book and
commenced the lesson of the martyrdom of St. Stephen, "Princes sat and
spake against me," when the knights, with twelve companions, all in
complete armor, burst into the church. "Where is the traitor? Where is the
archbishop?" inquired Fitzurse. "Here am I," replied Becket, "the
archbishop, but no traitor." He read his doom in the eyes of his pursuers.
"Tyrant king," muttered he, "though I die I will be thy undoing." He wrote
hastily upon a tablet, "_Woodstock_," and giving it to his only attendant,
whispered, "Deliver this to Queen Eleanor. Tarry not till thou find her."
Then turning calmly to the knights,

"Reginald," said he, "I have granted thee many favors, what is thy object
now? If thou seekest my life, I command thee, in the name of God, not to
touch one of my people."

"I come not to take life," replied Reginald, "but to witness the
absolution of the bishops."

"Till they offer satisfaction I shall never absolve them," said the
prelate.

"Then die!" exclaimed the knight, aiming a blow at his head. The attendant
interposed his arm, which was broken, and the force of the stroke bore
away the prelate's cap, and wounded him on the crown. As he felt the blood
trickling down his face, he joined his hands and bowed his head, saying,
"In the name of Christ, and for the defence of his church I am ready to
die." Turning thus towards his murderers, he waited a second stroke, which
threw him on his knees, and the third prostrated him on the floor, at the
foot of St. Bennett's altar. He made no effort towards resistance or
escape, and without a groan expired. The assassins instantly fled, and the
people, who had by this time assembled, crowded into the cathedral. The
priests with pious reverence took up the body of the dead archbishop, and
laid it in state before the high altar. They tore his garments in pieces,
and distributed each shred as a sacred relic. The devout wiped up his
blood and treasured the holy stains, and the more fortunate obtained a
lock of hair from his honored head. Becket was interred with great
solemnity in Canterbury cathedral, and all the power he had exercised in
life was but a trifle to the influence of the miracles wrought at his
tomb.

Henry was celebrating the holidays in Normandy, when the news of this
event threw him into the deepest melancholy. The train of calamities,
which would inevitably follow the curse of the church, made him tremble
for his throne, and the natural horror of the crime alarmed his
imagination and partially disordered his reason. He knew not how to
receive the murderers, nor yet how to treat with the pope, and finally
concluded to give the matter over to the judgment of the spiritual courts.
The assassins in consequence travelled to Rome, and were sentenced by way
of expiation to make a pilgrimage to Jerusalem. To evade meeting the
legates of the pope, Henry determined to seize this opportunity for his
long meditated invasion of Ireland.

The same month that witnessed the splendid coronation of Henry and
Eleanor, had been signalized by the succession of Nicholas Breakspear, to
the throne of the Vatican. This prelate, consecrated under the name of
Adrian IV. was the only Englishman that ever sat in the chair of St.
Peter; and his partiality for his native sovereign had led him to bestow
upon Henry, a grant of the dominion of Ireland. Now when troubles arose in
that province and circumstances rendered absence from his own dominions
desirable, the king led an army into Ireland.

From the time of the marriage of her daughter Matilda with the Lion of
Saxony, Eleanor had not visited England. The arrival of Becket's messenger
in Bordeaux, conveyed to her the first intelligence of the prelate's
death; and the mysterious word _Woodstock_, immediately revived a
half-forgotten suspicion excited by the stratagems of Henry, to prevent
her return to her favorite residence. Her woman's curiosity prevailed over
her love of power, and she intrusted the regency to her son Henry,
repaired to England, and lost no time on her way to Woodstock. As she
approached the palace, her keen eye scanned every circumstance that might
lead curiosity or lull suspicion, but with the exception of a deserted and
unkept look, the appearance of the place indicated no marked change.
Though she came with a small train and unannounced, the drawbridge was
instantly lowered for her entrance, and the aged porter received her with
a smile of unfeigned satisfaction. The state rooms were thrown open and
hastily fitted up for the reception of the royal inmates, and the
servants, wearied with the listless inactivity of a life without motive or
excitement, bustled about the castle and executed the commands of their
mistress, with the most joyful alacrity. Under pretence of superintending
additions and repairs, Queen Eleanor ordered carpenters and masons, who
under her eye, visited every apartment, sounded every wall, and tore off
every panel, where by any possibility an individual might be concealed.
She did not hesitate even to penetrate the dungeons under the castle; and
whenever the superstition of the domestics made them hesitate in mortal
terror, she would seize a torch and unattended thread her way through the
darkest and dampest subterranean passages of the gloomy vaults. All these
investigations led to no discovery. The pleasance offered little to invite
her search. It had been originally laid out in the stiff and tasteless
manner of the age, with straight walks and close clipped shrubbery, but so
long neglected it was a tangled maze, to which her eye could detect no
entrance. Below the pleasance the postern by a wicket gate communicated
with a park, which was separated only by a stile from the great forest of
Oxfordshire. Mounted on her Spanish jennet, Eleanor galloped through this
park and sometimes ventured into the forest beyond, and she soon
discovered that the attendants avoided a thicket which skirted the park
wall. Commanding the grooms to lead in that direction, she was informed
that it was the ruins of the old menagerie, located there by Henry I.,
overgrown by thorns and ivy and trees, that shut out the light of the sun.
The aged porter assured her that no one had entered it in his day, that
wild beasts still howled therein, and that the common people deemed it
dangerous to visit its vicinity. He added, that one youth who had charge
of the wicket, had been carried off and never again seen; and that all the
exorcisms of the priests could never lay the ghost. The old man crossed
himself in devout horror and turned away; but the queen commanded him to
hold the bridle of her horse, while she should attempt the haunted
precincts alone. The thick underwood resisted all her efforts, and she
found it impossible to advance but a few steps, though her unwonted
intrusion aroused the beetles and bats, awakened the chatter of monkeys
and the startled twitter of birds, and gave her a glimpse of what she
thought were the glaring eyeballs of a wolf. A solemn owl flew out above
her head as she once more emerged into the light of day, and the timid
porter welcomed her return with numerous ejaculations of thanksgiving to
the watchful saints; but he shook his head with great gravity as he
assisted her to remount saying,

"I would yon dismal bird had kept his perch in the hollow oak. Our proverb
says, 'Woe follows the owl's wing as blood follows the steel.'"

Disappointed in the wood, Eleanor relinquished her fruitless search. But
by dint of questioning she learned, that though the palace wore the
appearance of desertion and decay, it had been the frequent resort of
Henry and Becket, and since the favorite's death, her husband had made it
a flying visit before leaving for Ireland. Farther than this all inquiries
were vain. The unexpected return of her husband, and his look of surprise
and anxiety at finding her at Woodstock, again awakened all her jealous
fears. His power of dissimulation, notwithstanding, kept her constantly at
fault, and during the week of his stay, nothing was elicited to throw
light upon the mystery. Henry had been negotiating with the pope to obtain
absolution for Becket's murder, and was now on his way to Normandy to meet
the legates. The morning before his departure, Queen Eleanor saw him
walking in the pleasance, and hastened to join him. As she approached she
observed a thread of silk, attached to his spur and apparently extending
through the walks of the shrubbery. Carefully breaking the thread she
devoted herself by the most sedulous attention to her husband, till he set
out for France, when she hastened back to the garden, and taking up the
silk followed it through numerous turnings and windings till she came to
a little open space near the garden wall, perfectly enclosed by shrubbery.
The ball from which the thread was unwound lay upon the grass. There the
path seemed to terminate; but her suspicions were now so far confirmed
that she determined not to give up the pursuit. A broken bough, on which
the leaves were not yet withered, riveted her attention, and pulling aside
the branch she discovered a concealed door. With great difficulty she
opened or rather lifted it, and descended by stairs winding beneath the
castle wall. Ascending on the opposite side by a path so narrow that she
could feel the earth and rocks on either hand, she emerged into what had
formerly been the cave of a leopard, fitted up in the most fanciful manner
with pebbles, mosses, and leaves. She made the entire circuit of the cave
ere she discovered a place of egress: but at length pushing away a verdant
screen, she advanced upon an open pathway which wound, now under the thick
branches of trees, now through the dilapidated barriers that had prevented
the forest denizens from making war upon each other, now among ruined
lodges which the keepers of the wild beasts had formerly inhabited; but
wherever she wandered she noted that some careful hand had planted tree,
and shrub, and flower in such a manner as to conceal the face of decay and
furnish in the midst of these sylvan shades a most delightful retreat. At
last she found herself inextricably involved in a labyrinth whose
apartments, divided by leafy partitions, seemed so numerous and so like
each other as to render it impossible for her to form any idea of the
distance she had come, or the point to which she must proceed. The sun was
going down when by accident, she laid her hand upon the stile. Following
its windings, though with great difficulty, she emerged into the path that
terminated in the forest. The low howl of a wolf-dog quickened her steps,
and she arrived at the palace breathless with fear and fatigue. Sleep
scarcely visited her pillow. She revolved the matter over and over again
in her mind. "Where could Henry find balls of silk? For whose pleasure
and privacy was the labyrinth contrived? What hand had planted the rare
exotic adjacent to the hawthorn and the sloe? Was this tortuous path the
road to a mortal habitation? And who was the fair inmate?" She could
hardly wait for the dawn of the morning, and when the morning came it only
increased her impatience, for heavy clouds veiled the sun, and a continued
rain confined her for several days to her apartments.

When she next set out on her voyage of discovery she took the necessary
precaution to secure a hearty coadjutor in the person of Peyrol, who
silently followed her with the faithfulness of early affection, wondering
to what point their mysterious journey might tend. At the secret door she
fastened a thread, and with more celerity than she had hoped, traced her
former course to the labyrinth; with much difficulty she again found the
stile, and after a diligent search perceived a rude stair, that winding
around the base of a rock assumed a regular shapely form, till by a long
arched passage it conducted to a tower screened by lofty trees, but
commanding through the interstices of the foliage a view of the adjacent
forest. Here all effort at concealment was at an end. The doors opened
into rooms fitted up with all the appliances of wealth, and with a
perfection of taste that showed that some female divinity presided there.
Vases of fresh-culled flowers regaled the senses with rich perfume. A harp
lay unstrung upon the table, a tambour frame on which was an unfinished
picture of the Holy Family leaned against the wall, while balls of silk
and children's toys lay scattered around in playful disorder. Everything
indicated that the tower had been recently occupied, but no inmate was to
be found. Retracing their steps into the forest they proceeded by a
well-beaten path along the banks of a little stream, to a pebbly basin in
which the waters welled up with a faint murmur that spoke of rest and
quiet. A sound of music made them pause, and they heard a low gentle voice
followed by the lisping accents of a child chanting the evening hymn to
the Virgin. Stepping stealthily along they saw, half shaded by a bower
inwoven with myrtle and eglantine, a beautiful female kneeling before a
crucifix hung with votive offerings. Her face was exquisitely fair, and
her eyes raised to the holy symbol seemed to borrow their hue from the
heavens above. A soft bloom suffused her cheek, and her coral lips parted
in prayer revealed her pearly teeth. The delicate contour of her finely
rounded throat and bust were displayed by her posture, and one dimpled
shoulder was visible through the wavy masses of bright hair that enveloped
her figure, as though the light of the golden sunset lingered lovingly
about her. An infant, fairer if possible than the mother, with eyes of the
same heavenly hue, lay by her side. He had drawn one tiny slipper from his
foot, and delighted with his prize laughed in every feature and seemed
crowing an accompaniment to her words. Startled by the sound of footsteps,
the mother turned, and meeting the dark menacing gaze of Eleanor, snatched
up the baby-boy, which clasped its little hands and looked up in her face,
instinctively suiting the action of entreaty to the smile of confident
affection. The elder boy before unnoticed advanced as if in doubt, whether
to grieve or frown.

The deep earnest gaze of his hazel eyes and his soft brown hair, clearly
indicated his Norman extraction, and when he passed his arm
half-fearfully, half-protectingly around his mother's neck, and the
eloquent blood mounted to his cheek Eleanor recognized the princely
bearing of the Plantagenets.

"False woman," said she, darting forward and confronting the trembling
mother with flashing eyes, "thou art the paramour of King Henry, and these
your base-born progeny." To the paleness of terror succeeded the flush of
indignation not unmingled with the crimson hue of shame, as the fair
creature raised her head and repelled the accusation.

"Rosamond de Clifford is not King Henry's paramour. My lord is the Duke of
Maine; and when he returns from the wars will acknowledge his babes before
the nobles of the land."

"Aye, the Duke of Maine," retorted Eleanor, in scornful mockery, "and of
Anjou, and of Normandy, and through his injured queen lord of the seven
beautiful provinces of the south. Thy white face has won a marvellous
conquest. The arch-dissimulator boasts many titles, but one that bars all
thy claims. He is the _husband_ of Eleanor of Aquitaine!" "Becket! where
is Becket, why comes not my friend and counsellor?" exclaimed Rosamond in
the accents of despair, as a conviction of the truth flashed upon her
mind. "Dead," replied the infuriated woman, approaching nearer and
speaking in a hoarse whisper. "Henry brooks no rival in his path, nor will
Eleanor." The implied threat and fierce gestures warned Rosamond of her
danger, and clasping her frightened children to her breast, she sank down
at the feet of the queen in the utmost terror and abasement. "Heaven
assoil thee of thy sin," said Eleanor, turning to depart, "at dawn we meet
again."


CHAPTER VI.

  "Oh! think what anxious moments pass between
  The birth of plots, and their last fatal periods;
  Oh! 'tis a dreadful interval of time,
  Fill'd up with horror, and big with death."

The first conference of Henry with the legates proved unsatisfactory, but
at the second, in the presence of the bishops, barons and people, with his
hand on the gospels, he solemnly swore that he was innocent both in word
and deed of the murder of Becket. Yet, as his passionate expression had
been the occasion of the prelate's death, he promised to maintain two
hundred knights for the defence of the Holy Land; to serve in person
against the Infidels three years, either in Palestine or Spain, and to
restore the confiscated estates of Becket's friends. Pleased with the
successful issue of this negotiation, Henry was preparing to return with
joyful haste to England, when his peace was disturbed by quarrels
originating in his own family. For some unaccountable reason his children
seemed all armed against him. His son Henry demanded immediate possession
of either England or Normandy, and on being refused appealed to his
father-in-law Louis VII. Before three days had elapsed, Richard and
Geoffrey followed their brother, and soon after Henry learned to his
dismay that Queen Eleanor had herself set off for the court of her former
husband. Remembering the perilous vicinity in which he had left the queen,
it at once occurred to him that she was the original instigator of the
plot. By a skilful manoeuvre, he intercepted her flight, and sent her
back to Winchester a prisoner. Immediately his undutiful sons, adding
their mother's quarrel to their own grievances, bound themselves by oath
to the King of France that they would never make peace with their father
except by Louis's consent. The Duke of Flanders joined the league of the
parricides, and the King of Scotland poured into the northern counties his
strongest forces. Never was the crown of Henry in such danger.

While repelling the attacks of the insurgents in Normandy, he received a
visit from the Bishop of Winchester, who entreated him to return once more
to England, as his presence alone could save the kingdom. Henry at once
set out. His countenance was gloomy and troubled, and his mind seemed
deeply affected by the rebellion of his children, the perfidy of his
barons and general combination of the neighboring princes, and above all,
by his fearful uncertainty with regard to the fate of those whom he had so
long and so carefully guarded. To ease the torment of his mind, he
secretly determined to make a pilgrimage to the tomb of the
recently-canonized martyr St. Thomas à Becket. He landed at Southampton,
and without waiting for rest or refreshment, rode all night towards
Canterbury. At the dawn of the morning, he descried the towers of Christ's
Church. Dismounting from his horse, he exchanged the garb of the king for
that of a penitent, and walked barefoot towards the city, so cruelly
cutting his feet with the stones that every step was marked with blood.
He entered the cathedral, descended to the crypt, knelt before the holy
relics of his former friend, confessed his sins; and then resorting to the
chapter-house, bared his shoulders, and submissively and gratefully
received three stripes from the knotted cords which each priest, to the
number of eighty, applied for his spiritual benefit. Bleeding and faint,
he again returned to the crypt, and passed the night in weary vigils upon
the cold stone floor. The following morning he attended mass, and then
mounted his horse and rode to London, where the fasting, fatigue and
anxiety he had undergone threw him into a fever. Scarcely had he
recovered, when he learned that his enemies had abandoned the idea of
invading England and were concentrating their efforts upon his continental
dominions, and that an army more numerous than any which Europe had seen
since the expedition of the crusades, was encamped under the walls of
Rouen. These circumstances made it necessary for him to embark again for
France.

In two successive campaigns he foiled the attempts of his rebel sons and
their foreign allies, and finally brought them to demand a general
pacification. The three princes engaged to pay due obedience to their
father, the King of the Scots agreed to hold his crown as a fief of
England, and this made it necessary for all parties to proceed to York.

Peace being again restored, after a great variety of detentions and
delays, Henry at last found himself at liberty to obey the promptings of
his heart, and visit Woodstock. He endured with such patience as he could
the enthusiastic greetings of the household, and at the imminent jeopardy
of his secret, took his way through the pleasance. He was first alarmed by
finding the concealed door in the wall wide open, and every step of his
advance added to his apprehensions. There were marks of a bloody struggle
at the entrance to the tower, and everything within indicated that the
occupants had been disturbed in the midst of their daily avocations. The
rocking-horse of Prince William stood with the rein across his neck, as if
the youthful rider had just dismounted, the pillow of the little Geoffrey
still retained the impression of his cherub head; the thimble and scissors
of Rosamond lay upon the table, but the embroidery was covered thick with
dust, and rust had corroded the strings of the harp.

The scene by the Hermit's Well was yet more desolate. Withered herbage and
leaves had stopped the welling fountain, and entirely choked the current
of the stream. Rosamond's bower, once invested with every attraction, now
neglected and deserted struck a chill upon his soul. Rank weeds had
overrun the verdant seats, the eglantine struggled in vain with the ivy,
whose long and pendulous branches waved and flapped in the night-breeze
like the mourning hatchments above a tomb. A bevy of swallows took wing at
his entrance, the timid rabbit fled at his intrusive step, and a green
lizard glided from beneath the hand with which he supported his agitated
frame against one of the columns. Rosamond was gone.

But by what means had she been conveyed from the retreat where she had so
long dwelt content with his love, and happy in the caresses of her
children? Was she a wanderer and an outcast, with a bleeding heart and a
blighted name? Had she made her couch in the cold, dark grave? Had her
indignant father returned from the Holy Land, and immured her in the
dungeons of Clifford castle to hide her shame? Or had some other hand
dared to blot out the life so dear to him?

The thought was madness. He ran, he flew to the palace. The old porter was
summoned and closely questioned. He remembered the time of the queen's
last visit, her anxiety to penetrate the wood and search the castle. The
night before her departure three of her French servants suddenly
disappeared, but as several horses were missing at the same time, and the
queen had been employed in writing letters, it was supposed that they were
couriers. There were lights seen, and cries heard in the wood. One of the
grooms affirmed that the ghost of the youth who some years before was
spirited away, appeared in the stable, and a boy belonging to a
neighboring peasant had never since been heard of. Though Henry traced
this story through all the interpolations and additions that ignorance and
credulity could give it, neither his utmost inquiries nor his subsequent
researches could elicit any further fact. Satisfied that nothing could be
learned at Woodstock, the king hurried to Winchester. The passionate
queen, amidst upbraidings and revilings, acknowledged that she had
discovered the retreat of his mistress, and that, stung by jealousy, she
had threatened to take her life by the poniard or poison; that to prevent
the escape of her fair rival, she had stationed two of her Gascon
servants, a guard at the tower-stair. But she declared that when she
returned on the following morning to execute her fell purpose, she found
the grass dripping with gore, and not far distant the dead bodies of her
servants, and the corpse of another whom she had known in her early days
as Sir Thomas, guarded by a wolf-dog just expiring from a sword-wound; and
that, assisted by Peyrol, she had dragged the bodies into the thicket, and
then vainly endeavored to trace the fugitives. Notwithstanding all the
threats that Henry employed to extort further confession, she persisted in
affirming her ignorance of the fate of Rosamond.

Little crediting her asseverations, he increased the rigor of her
confinement, and installed Alice, the affianced of Richard, with almost
regal honors, in the state apartments. This sudden partiality of his
father roused the jealousy of Richard, and he demanded the hand of his
bride in terms not the most respectful nor conciliatory. Henry felt that
the bond between his son and France was sufficiently strong, and
ingeniously delayed the nuptials.

Then ensued another rebellion led by young Henry; but before the day fixed
for battle arrived, anxiety and fatigue threw the prince into a fever,
from which he never recovered. On his death-bed his soul became agitated
with fear and remorse. He sent messengers to his father to implore
forgiveness for his unfilial conduct, and ordered the priests to lay him
on a bed of ashes, where having received the sacraments, he expired. The
king was about the same period called upon to part, in a more hopeful
manner, with his second daughter, Eleanor, who had been for some time
betrothed to Alphonso, King of Castile. Henry's affection for his children
in their early years, was of the most tender character; and Eleanor's
fondness for him for some time subsequent to their marriage, partook of
the passionate devotion of the south, but when her fickle attachment was
assailed by the demon of jealousy, her love was changed to hate: and as
Henry justly imagined, the rebellion of his sons was the consequence of
her instructions.

His domestic afflictions aggravated the melancholy occasioned by the
mysterious disappearance of Rosamond, and he lamented in bitterness of
spirit that the tempting lure of wealth and dominion offered in the
alliance of Eleanor, had bribed him from his boyish purpose of placing
Rosamond on the throne of England. He cursed the ambition that had
nurtured foes in his own household, and deplored the selfish passion that
had remorselessly poured sorrow into the young life that ventured all upon
his truth. The calm heroism of his early character was changed into
petulant arrogance. He frequently spent whole days hunting in the forests,
or riding alone in different parts of his dominions. In the simple garb of
a country knight, he had often sought admittance to the ancient seat of
the Cliffords, and the nunnery of Godstowe, but without success. The sight
of a crowd of people collected round a returned pilgrim at length
suggested another mode of disguise. Procuring a palmer's weeds, he
repaired to Herefordshire, and craved an alms from the servants, at
Clifford castle. He was at once admitted, and the curious household
gathered round the holy man to listen to his story.

It had been, he said, a long time since he had left the Holy Wars. He had
been a wanderer in many lands, but his heart had led him to his native
country, to seek for those whom he had known in his youth. He would fain
see, once more, the good Lord de Clifford, for he had saved his life in
Palestine. The servants replied that the Lord de Clifford had not been
heard from for many a year. "Might he gain a moment's audience of the Lady
de Clifford?" The lady died soon after her lord's departure. "Could he
speak with Adam Henrid?" The good seneschal had been long dead.

His voice faltered as he inquired for Rosamond. An ominous silence was the
only reply. "And Jaqueline, the lady's maid?" She, too, lay in her grave.
He ran his eye along the group, and said with a look of embarrassment and
pain, "There is none to welcome my return. It was not so in the good days
when my lord and my lady rode forth to the chase with their gallant train,
and the sound of feasting and wassail resounded in the castle hall.
Remains there none of Lord Walter's kin to offer welcome or charity in our
lady's name?" A proud boy stepped forth among the listeners, and with
princely courtesy extended his hand.

"Come with me, holy father," said he, "it shall never be said, that a
pilgrim went hungry and weary from the castle of the Cliffords." With a
step that accorded better with his impatience than his assumed character,
Henry followed the lad to an inner apartment, where a repast was soon
spread before him. As soon as the servants had withdrawn he entered into
conversation with his young host. "Thou art a De Clifford," said he, as
though it were an undoubted fact. "What is thy name?" "William," replied
the youth; "and this clerk," pointing to a fair boy who sat reading in the
deep embrasure of the window, "is my brother Geoffrey." "And how long have
you dwelt at the castle?" "Some winters," replied the boy, after a
moment's hesitation. "Who brought you hither?" "We came with Jaqueline,
from our cottage in the wood." "And where is your mother?" said Henry,
making a desperate effort to speak with calmness. "She went with Jaqueline
so long ago, that Geoffrey does not remember her." "And your father?" said
Henry, with increased agitation. "Jaqueline said our father was a king,
and we must never leave the castle till he came for us." "And why did
Jaqueline leave the castle?" "She went to the convent for confession; and
there was where she died: but it is a long way." The heart of the father
yearned towards his sons, as he gazed from one to the other, and compared
their features with the miniature that their infant charms had set in his
memory, but with the sweet certainty that he had at last found the objects
of his search, was born the thrilling hope that their mother yet lived.
Then a struggling crowd of thoughts, emotions, and purposes rushed through
his mind, and foremost among them all was the idea that Eleanor might be
divorced, Rosamond's wrongs repaired, the diadem of England placed upon
her brow, and his declining years solaced by the affection of these
duteous sons who should take the places and titles of the rebel princes.
Yet even in the midst of the tumult of his feelings his wonted
self-control taught him not to risk the safety of his new-found joys by
any premature discovery. Rising from the table with an air of solemnity,
he pronounced his parting blessing in a tone of the deepest fervor, and
hurriedly took his leave. Retaining his disguise, but occupied with
thoughts that ill-became a palmer's brain, he bent his steps towards the
nunnery of Godstowe. Near the close of the second day he entered the
confines of Oxfordshire, and found himself, little to his satisfaction, in
the vicinity of a country fair, with its attendant junketing, masquerade,
and feats of jugglery and legerdemain. To avoid the crowd, he determined
to seek lodging in a booth that stood a little apart from the main
encampment. The weary monarch had stretched himself to rest, when the
sound of uproarious mirth disturbed his slumbers, and a Welsh
ballad-singer, whom he remembered to have seen in the service of Giraldus
Cambrensis, the tutor of John, commenced in a voice of considerable power
and pathos, the following song:--

  When as King Henry ruled this land,
  The second of that name,
  Besides the queen, he dearly loved
  A fair and comely dame;
  Most peerless was her beauty found,
  Her favor and her face;
  A sweeter creature in this world
  Did never prince embrace.

  Her crisped locks like threads of gold
  Appeared to each man's sight,
  Her sparkling eyes like orient pearls
  Did cast a heavenly light;
  The blood within her crystal cheeks
  Did such a color drive,
  As if the lily and the rose
  For mastership did strive.

  Yea, Rosamond, fair Rosamond,
  Her name was called so,
  To whom dame Eleanor our queen
  Was known a deadly foe.
  The king therefore for her defence
  Against the furious queen,
  At Woodstock builded such a bower,
  The like was never seen.

  Most curiously that bower was built
  Of stone and timber strong,
  One hundred and fifty doors
  Did to this bower belong;
  And they so cunningly contrived
  With turnings round about,
  That none but with a clew of thread
  Could enter in or out.

  And for his love and lady's sake
  That was so fair and bright,
  The keeping of this bower he gave
  Unto a valiant knight.
  But Fortune, that doth often frown
  Where she before did smile,
  The king's delight, the lady's joy
  Full soon she did beguile.

  For why, the king's ungracious son
  Whom he did high advance,
  Against his father raised wars
  Within the realm of France.
  But yet before our comely king
  The English land forsook,
  Of Rosamond, his lady fair,
  His farewell thus he took.

  "My Rosamond, my only Rose
  That pleasest best mine eye,
  The fairest flower in all the world
  To feed my fantasy,
  The flower of my affected heart,
  Whose sweetness doth excel,
  My royal Rose, a thousand times
  I bid thee now farewell.

  "For I must leave my fairest flower,
  My sweetest Rose a space,
  And cross the seas to famous France,
  Proud rebels to abase.
  But yet my Rose, be sure thou shalt
  My coming shortly see,
  And in my heart, when hence I am,
  I'll bear my Rose with me."

  When Rosamond, that lady bright,
  Did hear the king say so,
  The sorrow of her grieved heart
  Her outward looks did show,
  And from her clear and crystal eyes
  Tears gushed out apace,
  Which like the silver pearled dew
  Ran down her comely face.

  Her lips erst like the coral red,
  Did wax both wan and pale,
  And for the sorrow she conceived
  Her vital spirits did fail.
  And falling down all in a swoon,
  Before King Henry's face,
  Fell oft he in his princely arms
  Her body did embrace.

  And twenty times with watery eyes,
  He kissed her tender cheek,
  Until he had revived again
  Her senses mild and meek.
  "Why grieves my Rose, my sweetest Rose?"
  The king did often say.
  "Because," quoth she, "to bloody wars
  My lord must pass away.

  "But since your grace on foreign coasts,
  Among your foes unkind,
  Must go to hazard life and limb,
  Why should I stay behind?
  Nay, rather let me, like a page,
  Your sword and target bear,
  That on my breast the blows may light,
  That should offend you there.

  "Or let me in your royal tent
  Prepare your bed at night,
  And with sweet baths refresh your grace
  At your return from fight.
  So I your presence may enjoy,
  No toil I will refuse;
  But wanting you my life is death,
  Nay, death I'd rather choose."

  "Content thyself, my dearest love;
  Thy rest at home shall be,
  In England's sweet and pleasant soil;
  For travel suits not thee.
  Fair ladies brook not bloody wars;
  Sweet peace, their pleasures breed
  The nourisher of heart's content,
  Which Fancy first did feed.

  "My Rose shall rest in Woodstock's bower,
  With music's sweet delight,
  Whilst I among the piercing pikes
  Against my foes do fight.
  My Rose in robes of pearl and gold,
  With diamonds richly dight,
  Shall dance the galliards of my love,
  While I my foes do smite.

  "And you, Sir Thomas, whom I trust
  To be my love's defence,
  Be careful of my gallant Rose
  When I am parted hence."
  And therewithal he fetched a sigh,
  As though his heart would break,
  And Rosamond, for very grief,
  Not one plain word could speak.

  And at their parting well they might,
  In heart be grieved sore,
  After that day fair Rosamond
  The king did see no more.
  For when his grace had passed the seas,
  And into France was gone,
  Queen Eleanor with envious heart
  To Woodstock came anon.

  And forth she calls this trusty knight,
  Who kept this curious bower,
  Who with his clew of twined thread,
  Came from this famous flower;
  And when that they had wounded him,
  The queen this thread did get,
  And went where Lady Rosamond
  Was like an angel set.

  But when the queen, with steadfast eye,
  Beheld her heavenly face,
  She was amazed in her mind
  At her exceeding grace.
  "Cast off from thee these robes," she said,
  "That rich and costly be;
  And drink thou up this deadly draught,
  Which I have brought to thee."

  Then presently upon her knee,
  Sweet Rosamond did fall;
  And pardon of the queen she craved,
  For her offences all.
  "Take pity on my youthful years,"
  Fair Rosamond did cry,
  "And let me not with poison strong,
  Enforced be to die.

  "I will renounce my sinful life,
  And in some cloister bide,
  Or else be banished if you please,
  To range the world so wide.
  And for the fault which I have done,
  Though I was forced thereto,
  Preserve my life and punish me,
  As you think good to do."

  And with these words, her lily hands
  She wrung full often there,
  And down along her lovely face,
  Proceeded many a tear.
  But nothing could this furious queen
  Therewith appeased be;
  The cup of deadly poison strong,
  As she sate on her knee,

  She gave this comely dame to drink,
  Who took it in her hand,
  And from her bended knee arose,
  And on her feet did stand,
  And casting up her eyes to heaven,
  She did for mercy call,
  And drinking up the poison strong,
  Her life she lost withal.

"Help! ho! Have done with your foolish madrigal," cried a stout yeoman,
who had watched the terrible agony depicted upon the face of the king,
during this rehearsal; "the holy palmer is well nigh suffocated with your
folly."

"Give him a taste of one of the psalms of David," hiccoughed a little man
from the opposite side of the booth, "the pious aye thrive upon the good
book," and he laughed at his own profanity.

"A horn of good English beer will do him better," roared a Yorkshire man,
pouring out a bumper of ale. "Build up the body, mon, and the soul will do
weel eneugh." "Gramercy!" cried the minstrel, going nearer and gazing upon
his distorted features. "Some evil demon possesses him. 'Tis a terror to
look upon his bloodshot eyes." "An if the evil demon is in him 'twere best
to cast him out," interposed the owner of the booth. Suiting the action to
the word, he dragged the senseless king from the couch of fern leaves, to
a more refreshing bed upon the dewy grass. The cool air at length revived
the miserable monarch, and the very torture of returning recollection gave
him strength to rise and pursue his course. On he sped through the night,
insensible to fatigue and regardless of rest. As he struck into the bridle
path where his eyes were dazzled by the bright vision that first led his
feet to Godstowe, the faint sound of the convent bell fell upon his ear.
He thought it the ringing of the matin chime; but approaching nearer, the
solemn toll smote heavily upon his heart, for he recognized in it the
knell of a parting soul. He quickened his steps, and by reason of his
friar's gown, gained ready admittance to the convent. The messenger that
had been despatched for a priest to shrive the dying nun had not yet
returned, and Henry's services were put in requisition to perform the holy
office. Without giving him time for question or explanation, the
frightened sisters hurried him through the long passages of the dormitory
and introduced him into a cell, where stretched upon a pallet of straw,
lay the pale and wasted form of Rosamond. The faint beams of morning
struggling through the open casement, mingled with the sickening glare of
waxen tapers, which according to the rites of the church, were placed at
the head and foot of the bed. The couch was surrounded with objects
intended to familiarize the mind with the idea of death, to fit the soul
for its final departure. A coffin half filled with ashes stood near,
whereon was placed the crown and robe, in which she had professed herself
the bride of Christ, now ready to adorn her for her burial, and the
necessary articles for administering extreme unction, were arranged upon a
small table, above which hung a cross bearing an image of the dying
Saviour. With a despairing glance at these terrible preparations, Henry
approached the bed, and gazed upon the unconscious sufferer. Unable to
command his voice, he waved his hand and the attendant devotees retired
from the room; the lady abbess whispering as she passed, "I fear our
sister is too far gone to confess." Hastily throwing back his cowl, he
bent over the sleeper, raised her head, clasped in his own the attenuated
hand that had so often returned his fond pressure, and in the accents of
love and despair, whispered her name. The dying one languidly lifted the
snowy lids that veiled her lustrous eyes, and looked upon him, but in the
vacant gaze was no recognition. "My Rosamond!" cried Henry, passionately
pressing a kiss upon her ashy lips. A thrill ran through her frame, her
slight fingers quivered in his clasp, and the world of recollections that
rushed back upon her brain, beamed from her dilating eyes. Her palsied
tongue assayed to speak, but Henry caught only the low sound, "My
children!" "My children"--reiterated the monarch--he said no more--her
breast heaved--her lips trembled with the last faint sigh, and a smile of
ineffable joy rested on the features of the dead.


CHAPTER VII.

  Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend,
  More to be dreaded when thou showest thee in a child,
  Than the sea-monster.

The protracted imprisonment of Queen Eleanor infuriated her Provençal
subjects. The southern court, deprived of its most brilliant gem, no
longer attracted the gifted and the gay from all parts of Europe. The
troubadours in effect hung their harps on the willows, and the faithful
Peyrol, banished from the presence of his beloved mistress, attempted to
console the weary hours of her captivity, by tender _Plaintes_, in which
with touching simplicity he bewailed her misfortunes. "Daughter of
Aquitaine," wrote he, "fair fruitful vine, thou hast been torn from thy
country, and led into a strange land. Thy harp is changed into the voice
of mourning, and thy songs into sounds of lamentation. Brought up in
delicacy and abundance, thou enjoyedst a royal liberty, living in the
bosom of wealth, delighting thyself with the sports of thy women, with
their songs, to the sound of the lute and tabor; and now thou mournest,
thou weepest, thou consumest thyself with sorrow. Return, poor
prisoner--return to thy cities, if thou canst; and if thou canst not, weep
and say, 'Alas! how long is my exile.' Weep, weep, and say, 'My tears are
my bread both day and night.' Where are thy guards, thy royal
escort?--where thy maiden train, thy counsellors of state? Thou criest,
but no one hears thee! for the king of the north keeps thee shut up like a
town that is besieged. Cry then--cease not to cry. Raise thy voice like a
trumpet, that thy sons may hear it; for the day is approaching when thy
sons shall deliver thee, and then shalt thou see again thy native land."

But the warlike chiefs of Guienne did not confine themselves to
expressions of tenderness. Richard and Geoffrey, though often hostile to
each other, were always ready to lead the barons of the south to battle,
and for two years the Angevin subjects of Henry and the Aquitaine subjects
of Eleanor, incited by her sons, gave battle in the cause of the captive
queen, and from Rochelle to Bayonne the whole south of France was in a
state of insurrection. The melancholy death of Geoffrey added to the
afflictions of his already wretched mother. In a grand tournament at Paris
he was thrown from his horse and trodden to death beneath the feet of the
coursers. He was distinguished for his manly beauty and martial grace, and
Eleanor had regarded him with an affection as intense as was the causeless
hatred she bore to his wife Constance. His infant son Arthur, for whom
Eleanor's namesake had been set aside, inherited the dower of his mother
both in possessions and enmity. Not long after the death of her favorite
son Eleanor was called upon to part with her youngest daughter Joanna, who
became the bride of William II. King of Sicily. Thus deprived of all
affection, Eleanor dragged on a monotonous existence during Henry's
protracted search for Rosamond.

The innocence of his queen being fully proved, the softened monarch began
to regard her with more complacency: but the vindictive spirit of Eleanor,
incensed by the indignities she had suffered, and enraged by being the
victim of unjust suspicions, could not so easily repass the barriers that
had been interposed between their affections, and though she accompanied
her lord to Bordeaux, she set herself to widen the breach between him and
Richard, and he soon found it necessary to remand her again to the
seclusion of Winchester palace.

When Henry received absolution from the pope for the murder of Becket, he
solemnly swore to visit the Holy Land in person, and the day had been
fixed for his departure with Louis King of France. The death of that
monarch prevented the expedition, and Henry had delayed it from time to
time, though the patriarch of Jerusalem and the grand-master of the
knights Hospitallers, had made the long and difficult journey to England,
and in name of Queen Sibylla, had delivered to him as the successor of
Fulk of Anjou, the royal banner and the keys of the Holy City and
Sepulchre. Now impressed with a sense of the vanity of human hopes, and
the fading grandeur of earthly distinction, he determined if possible, to
divert his mind from the endless train of sad recollections, by plunging
into the excitement of novel scenes and rekindling his wasting energies at
the fane of Religion. The eyes of all the European nations were at this
time directed, with peculiar anxiety to the distresses of the Christians
in Palestine. At the death of Baldwin III. the sceptre passed to the hands
of his brother Almeric, who wasted his subjects and treasure in a
fruitless war with the Vizier of Egypt. The crown from Almeric descended
to Baldwin IV., his son by Agnes de Courteney, heiress to the lost
principality of Edessa. Baldwin IV. was a leper; and finding that disease
incapacitated him for performing the royal functions, he committed the
government to his brother-in-law Guy de Lusignan, a French knight whom
Henry had banished for murder. At the death of Baldwin his sister Sibylla
and her husband Guy became King and Queen of Jerusalem, but the Count of
Tripoli refused to do them homage. At last he consented to proffer his
allegiance to the queen, on condition that she should be divorced from
Lusignan and choose a partner who should be able to protect the kingdom.
Sibylla was a woman of great beauty, majestic person and commanding
talents. She consented to the proposal of the Count of Tripoli, only
requiring in return the oath of the barons that they would accept for
sovereign whomsoever she should choose. The terms were settled, the
divorce obtained, and the ceremony of her coronation took place. As soon
as she was crowned, turning proudly to the rebel lords, she placed the
diadem on the head of Lusignan, saluted him as her husband, bent the knee
to him as king, and with a voice of authority, cried aloud, "Those whom
God has joined together let not man put asunder." The simple truth and
affection of the queen, and the grandeur of the spectacle awed the
assembly; and the astonished barons submitted without a murmur.

The famous Saladin, about the same time, began his career of conquest in
the East. Tiberius, Acre, Jaffa, Cesarea and Berytus were the trophies of
his victories. One hundred thousand people flying from the sword of the
Turks crowded into Jerusalem, and the feeble garrison was not able to
defend them. Saladin, unwilling to stain with human blood the place which
even the Moslems held in reverence, offered the inhabitants peace on
condition of the surrender of the city, and money and lands in Syria; but
the Christians declared that they would not resign to the Infidels the
place where the Saviour had suffered and died. Indignant at the rejection
of his offer, Saladin swore that he would enter the city sword in hand and
retaliate upon the Franks the carnage they had made in the days of Godfrey
de Boulogne. For fourteen days the battle raged around the walls with
almost unexampled fury. The Moslem fanatic fearlessly exposed his life,
expecting that death would give him at once to drink of the waters of
Paradise,--the Christian, hoping to exchange an earthly for a heavenly
Jerusalem, poured out his blood in protecting the Holy Sepulchre. When it
was found that the wall near the gate of St. Stephen was undermined, all
farther efforts at defence were abandoned; the clergy prayed for a
miraculous interposition of heaven, and the soldiers threw down their arms
and crowded into the churches. Saladin again offered favorable conditions
of peace. The miserable inhabitants spent four days in visiting the sacred
places, weeping over and embracing the Holy Sepulchre, and then, sadly
quitting the hallowed precincts, passed through the enemy's camp, and took
their disconsolate way towards Tyre, the last stronghold of the Latins in
Palestine.

Thus after the lapse of nearly a century, the Holy City that had cost
Europe so much blood and treasure, once more became the property of the
Infidel. The great cross was taken down from the church of the Sepulchre
and dragged through the mire of the street, the bells of the churches
were melted, while the floors and walls of the mosque of Omar, purified
with Damascene rose-water, were again consecrated to the worship of the
false prophet. The melancholy tidings of this event occasioned the
greatest sensation throughout the Christian world. The aged pontiff died
of a broken heart. The husband of Joanna put on sackcloth and vowed to
take the cross. Henry, Philip, the new King of France, the Earls of
Flanders and Champagne, and a great number of knights and barons resolved
to combine their forces for the redemption of the Holy City.

Immediately upon the death of Rosamond, Henry had made all the reparation
in his power to her injured name, by acknowledging her children and
placing them at Woodstock to be educated with his son John. The boys grew
up to manhood, and developed a perfection of personal elegance and
strength of character more befitting the sons of a king than any of the
children of Eleanor. He promoted them to offices of honor and trust, and
made Geoffrey chancellor of the realm.

Everything was now ready for the king's departure. In a general council
held at Northampton it was enacted that every man who did not join the
crusade should pay towards the expense of the expedition one tenth of all
his goods; and the Jews were fined for the same purpose one fourth of
their personal property. Henry wrote letters to the emperors of Germany,
Hungary and Constantinople, for liberty to pass through their dominions,
and receiving favorable answers, passed over to France to complete the
arrangement with Philip, when the whole plan was defeated by that
monarch's demanding that his sister Alice should be given to Richard, and
that the English should swear fealty to the prince as heir-apparent to the
throne. Henry refused; and his son Richard, in the public conference,
kneeling at the feet of the French monarch, presented him his sword,
saying, "To you, sir, I commit the protection of my rights, and to you I
now do homage for my father's dominions in France."

The king, amazed at this new act of rebellion, retired precipitately from
the council, and prepared with some of his former alacrity, to meet the
combination against him. But Fortune, that had hitherto smiled upon him,
seemed now to forsake him. He was defeated in every battle, driven from
city to city, his health became impaired, his spirits failed, and at last
he submitted to all the demands of his enemies, agreeing to pay twenty
thousand marks to Philip, to permit his vassals to do homage to Richard,
and above all, to give up Alice, the cause of so much domestic misery.

He stipulated only for a list of the disaffected barons who had joined the
French king. The first name that caught his eye was that of John, the
idolized child of his old age. He read no further, but throwing down the
paper, fell into one of those violent paroxysms of rage to which of late
years he had been so fearfully subject. He cursed the day of his birth,
called down maledictions upon his unnatural children and their treacherous
mother, flung himself upon the couch, tore the covers with his teeth, and
clutched the hair from his head, and swooned away in a transport of anger
and grief. A raging fever succeeded; but in his lucid moments he
superintended an artist, who, at his command, painted upon canvass, the
device of a young eaglet picking out the eyes of an eagle. Day after day
the monarch lingered and suffered between paroxysms of pain and grief, and
intervals of lassitude and insensibility; and when others forsook his
bedside in weariness or alarm, Geoffrey, unconscious of drowsiness or
fatigue, stood a patient watcher by his dying father. The feeble monarch
recognized in the voice of this son the tones which his ear had loved in
youth, and obeyed its slightest bidding; and the only alleviation of his
agony was found in gazing upon the face that revived the image of his lost
Rosamond. Taking the signet-ring from his finger, he placed it upon the
hand of Geoffrey; "Thou art my true and loyal son," said he. "The blessing
of heaven rest upon thee for thy filial service to thy guilty sire.
Commend me to thy brother William and his beautiful bride. As for the
others, give them yon parable," pointing to the picture of the eagle,
"with my everlasting curse." He leaned his head upon the breast of his
son, and supported in his arms, expired.

       *       *       *       *       *

Eleanor survived her unhappy consort more than twenty years, and in that
time made some amends for the follies and vices of her early life. The
first step of her son Richard on his accession to the throne, was to
release his mother from her confinement, and make her regent of the
kingdom. She employed her freedom and her power in acts of mercy and
beneficence, making a progress through the kingdom, and setting at liberty
all persons confined for breach of the forest-laws, and other trivial
offences, and recalling the outlawed to their homes and families. During
the absence of Richard in the Holy Land, she administered the government
with prudence and discretion, and after the accession of John, resumed the
sceptre of her own dominions, slowly and painfully gathering, in the
crimes and miseries of her children, the fruit of the evil counsels she
had given them in their childhood. At the age of eighty she retired into
the convent of Fontevraud, and three years after died of sorrow, when the
peers of France branded her son John as the murderer of Arthur.



BERENGARIA OF NAVARRE.


[Illustration: Berengaria of Navarre.]


CHAPTER I.

  "What thing so good which not some harm may bring?
  E'en to be happy is a dangerous thing?"

"Sing no more, for thy song wearieth me," exclaimed the impatient daughter
of Navarre, tossing upon her couch with the heavy restlessness of one who
courts slumber when nature demands exercise. The Moorish maiden,
accustomed to the petulance of the beautiful Berengaria, arose from her
cushion and laying aside her lute, murmured despondingly, "The proverb
saith truly, ''Tis ill-pleasing him who is ill-pleased with himself.'"
Abandoning further attempts to soothe her mistress, the attendant retired
to the extremity of the long apartment and gazed listlessly from the
casement. "Art vexed that my ear loved not the sound of thy lute, peevish
child?" inquired the youthful princess. "Read me a riddle, or tell me a
marvellous tale of the Genii, such as thou hast learned in thy southern
land." With the air of one who performs an accustomed task while his
thoughts are far away, the girl resumed her seat, and recited

A TALE OF ARABY.

Once upon a time three Genii, returning from their missions to mortals
rested beside the well Zemzem. And as they sat recounting to each other
the things that they had seen, behold they fell into conversation
concerning the Eternal One (whose name be exalted), the destinies that
reign over the fate of men, the characteristics of the world, and the
misfortunes and calamities which happen unto all, both the righteous and
the wicked. And one said to another, "Declare unto us now what is thine
opinion, and what knowest thou concerning this thing. What is that,
diffused in air, dissolved in water or concealed in earth, the subtle
essence of which, being bestowed upon one of human mould, shall bring him
nearest to the throne of Allah, (blessed be his name), and give him right
to eat of the tree that standeth in the seventh heaven by the garden of
the Eternal Abode?" And the first said, "It is Beauty," and the second,
"It is Love," and the third, "It is Happiness." And there arose a
contention among them; and when they found that neither could convince the
others, they agreed to depart each on his way, to search the elements of
all things for that concordial mixture with which he would nourish a human
soul into immortality. So they went their way. And after the lapse of a
cycle of years, they returned again and sat by the well Zemzem. And each
bore in his hand a phial purer than crystal, sealed with the seal of
Solomon the wise, the magnificent. Then spake the first, saying, "Earth
hath no form of beauty from the flash of the diamond hidden in its deepest
caves, through all the brilliant variety of gems and sands of gold; no
delicate pencilling from the first faint tinge upon the rose-bud's cheek
to the gorgeous dyes of the flowers and fruits that deck the vale of
Cashmere; water hath no shade of coloring from the sea-green lining of its
coral caves, to the splendid iridescence of its pearly shells; air hath no
tint of the virgin stars, no ray of parted light; vapor beareth no beauty
in its morning clouds and rainbow hues, from which I have not ravished the
subtlest source. Whatever form of Beauty can become apparent to the sense,
either as breath of fragrance, sweetness of sound, or grace of motion,
sublimated to its purest element, lieth here enclosed for the endowment of
whomsoever we shall choose." And he held up the phial, and lo! it
contained a liquid having a faint coloring of the rose.

Then spake the second and said, "The Almighty (blessed be he) hath given
unto me that mysterious power by which I read the thoughts and purposes of
men, even as the Holy Prophet (on whom be benedictions) was wont to read
the 'Book of Life.'

"From the heart of the child that turneth ever to watch the movements of
its mother, from the heart of the servant that seeketh the favor of her
mistress, from the heart of the sister that exults with pride in the glory
of her brother, from the heart of the maiden that beateth bashfully and
tenderly at the sound of the footsteps of her lover, from the heart of the
bridegroom that yearneth with strong desire towards his bride, from the
heart of the father that expands in the fulness of joy at the sight of his
first-born, from the heart of the mother that watcheth ever the steps of
her child, whether he sporteth in innocence by her side or wandereth with
vice in foreign parts; I have gathered the sweetest and purest and truest
thought of Love. Its impalpable essence lies hidden in this phial," and he
placed it before them. And lo! it seemed filled with a vapor which flushed
in their gaze with the hue of the dawn.

Then spake the third and said, "It is not permitted unto me the servant of
Ifraz the Unknown, to declare unto you in what outward manifestations of
human hope or desire, in what inward workings of thought and feeling, I
have detected and imprisoned the elusive spirit of Happiness," and he held
up his phial before them. And with one voice they exclaimed, "It is
empty." And they laughed him to scorn.

Then spake he in anger and said, "Truly the fool proceedeth upon
probability, and the wise man requireth proof." And they replied, "Go to,
now, we will abide the proof."

And forthwith they took their way to the land of Suristan. And as they
passed by the well of Israel, Ben Izak (on whom be peace), they saw a
maiden bearing a pitcher of water. And the first said, "Behold, now,
immortality is given unto man by the Almighty the Ordainer of fate and
destiny (whose name be exalted), but unto woman it is not given except as
her _beauty_ shall delight the heart of man." But the second said, "Except
as _love_ gives her a seat by the Well of Life;" and the third, "Except
as _happiness_ translates her to Paradise." Then said the first, "Let us
contend no more, but let us take this damsel and bestow upon her, each our
separate gift, and she shall be a sign and a testimony concerning these
things." And thus they agreed together.

And when the maiden retired to her couch, and the angel of sleep had laid
his finger upon her eyelids, the first genii calling upon the name of God
the All-perfect (blessed be he) broke the seal of his phial, and poured a
portion of the liquid upon her lips. And the three genii watched her
slumbers till the dawn; and thus they did evening by evening. And they
beheld her form developing in loveliness, tall and straight as the palm,
but lithe and supple as the bending branch of the oriental willow. Her
smoothly rounded arms gleamed like polished ivory beneath the folds of her
transparent izar, and the tips of her rosy fingers were touched with the
lustre of henna. Her lips had the hue of the coral when it is wet with the
spray of the sea, her teeth were as strings of pearl, and the melting
fulness of her cheek was suffused with the soft bloom of the peach. In her
eyes was the light of the stars, and her eyelids were adorned with kohl.
Her hair was glossy and black as the plumage of the raven, and when she
covered it with her veil, her countenance beamed from it comely as the
full moon that walketh in the darkness of the night. Her speech was as the
murmur of the waterfall and the clear tones of the nightingales of the
Jordan. She was a wonder unto herself and unto her neighbors. Her step had
the lightness of the gazelle and the grace of the swan; and when she went
forth abroad, the eye that beheld her beauty exclaimed, "Glory be to him
who created her, perfected her, and completed her." But the genii beheld
with sorrow and mortification that she became vain, and that foolish
thoughts sprang up in her heart; so that it was said of her, "Hath God the
High, the Great, put an evil spirit in the perfection of beauty?" Then
said the second genii, "Ye shall see what the elixir of _love_ shall do."
And he entered into her chamber, and he broke the mystic seal which was
the seal of Solomon Ben David (on both of whom be peace), and a sweet odor
was diffused through the apartment. And the lips of the sleeper moved as
with a pleasant smile, and there beamed upon her countenance the nameless
charm with which the houris fill with delight the dwellers in the Garden
of Eternity. And it came to pass that all who looked upon her loved her
and said, "There is none among the created like her in excellence of
beauty, or in charms of disposition. Extolled be the perfection of the
Creator of mankind." And they strove one with another which should possess
the inestimable treasure. And contention and strife arose daily among
them; and her heart inclined unto all, and she feared to unite herself
with one, lest grievous wars should follow. Therefore her soul was filled
with grief, and she ceased not to weep by day and by night, and the tears
were on her cheeks. Then said the third genii, "Behold sorrow is of earth,
and the beauty and love ye have bestowed have gathered with them the
noxious principles inwoven in the basis of human things. Ye shall behold
the power of happiness." Then he took the colorless phial, and he broke
the seal thereof, calling upon the name of Ifraz the Unknown, and lo, hour
after hour the invisible, impalpable elixir seemed to permeate her being,
and the light of her eye was tempered to a holy ray, the color blanched on
her cheeks, and the vivacity of love gave place to the serenity of
content. And as she walked forth the voluptuous and the wise said, "Behold
she is too pure for earth, the Terminator of delights and Separator of
companions will soon call for her. Extolled be the perfections of the
Eternal in whose power it lieth to annul and to confirm."

And when the two genii saw that Beauty and Love availed not, they were
filled with envy, and they seized the damsel and conveyed her away to the
cave of enchantment. And the third genii being transported with grief and
disappointment, broke the phial, and that which remained of the elixir of
Happiness returned to its primeval source, and entered again into the
combinations of human things. But the seal being broken it became known to
mortals that the elixir of Life existed in the elements, and hence it is,
that those who are skilled in the mysteries of nature have searched its
grand arcanum with the powerful agencies of alchemy, and tortured the
genii with spells and incantations to wring from them the mighty secret.

Berengaria had listened to the story with unwonted interest, and at its
close started up from her couch and eagerly inquired, "What has been the
result? Have they discovered the long-sought principle? I have heard
wondrous tales concerning these alchemists. Men say they deal in the black
art; but were there one in Navarre, I would brave the imputation of
sorcery to question him concerning the elixir of beauty." "A Moorish
physician dwells in the suburbs of Pampeluna," replied Elsiebede,
measuring her sentences with timid hesitation, "whom I have often seen in
the byways, gathering herbs, it is said he readeth the fates of mortals in
the stars."

"Let us go to him," exclaimed the princess, "bring me my pelisson and
veil."

The girl obeyed with a trembling alacrity, that to a less occupied
observer, would have betrayed that the expedition was the unexpected
accomplishment of a long-cherished desire.

"This way," said Elsiebede, drawing her mistress from the public street,
now beginning to be thronged with laborers returning from their toil, "the
alchemist brooks not impertinent intrusion, and we must beware that no
officious attendant, nor curious retainer find the place of his abode."
Silently and swiftly the two maidens threaded a narrow alley, leading
through an unfrequented part of the town, turning and winding among
buildings more and more remote from each other, till it terminated on a
grassy heath, surrounding a dilapidated mansion. The sun had already set,
and Berengaria, never too courageous, began to shudder at the loneliness
of the place. With instinctive fear, she clung tremblingly to the arm of
her resolute dependent, whispering, "Whither dost thou lead me? There is
here no sign of human life. Let us return." But the spirited slave bent
the weak will of the mistress to her purpose; and with alternate
assurances of safety and incitements to curiosity, led the way to the rear
of the ruined pile, where descending a stone stair, she gave three raps
upon a low door. The grating of rusty bolts was heard, the door was
cautiously opened, and Berengaria felt herself suddenly drawn within the
portal. A glare of dazzling light blinded and bewildered her, and a
stifling vapor added to her former terror, almost stupefied her senses.

The voice of Elsiebede somewhat reassured her, and as her eyes became
accustomed to the light, she took a survey of the scene before her. The
apartment seemed to have been originally the kitchen of the castle, one
end being occupied by a wide, large chimney, now built up except in the
centre, where a furnace, covered with crucibles, glowed with the most
intense heat. A white screen with a small dark screen before it, nearly
concealed one side, of the apartment, while on the other side from three
serpent-formed tubes connected through the wall with retorts, gleamed
tongues of colored flame. Various gallipots, alembics, horologues,
diagrams, and dusty manuscripts were deposited upon shelves in angles of
the wall.

The principal occupant was a man of a lean, haggard figure, bowed less by
age than by toil and privation. A few black, uncombed locks escaping from
the folds of a turban, once white, now begrimed with smoke and dust,
straggled over a swarthy forehead, marked with lines caused by intense
thought, and abortive speculations. He was dressed in Moorish garments,
the sleeves tucked above the elbows, revealing his emaciated arms, while
his talon-like fingers grasped an immense triangular crystal, through
which he was casting refractions upon the screen. His deep, cavernous eyes
seemed to gleam with the fires of insanity, yet he spoke in a tone of deep
abstraction, though with something like the voice of affection. "Disturb
me not, my daughter, but stand aside till I have completed my
experiment." The maidens remained silently by the door, and Berengaria had
leisure to note the motions of a dwarf African, who sat diligently blowing
the bellows of the furnace, rolling his eyes, and saluting the ladies with
smiles which served at once to exhibit his white teeth and his
satisfaction at the interruption.

Notwithstanding her fears at finding herself in so strange a situation,
the curiosity of Berengaria was so excited by the novelty of the scene,
that she waited patiently while the philosopher experimented first with
one light and then with another, till apparently becoming dissatisfied
with the result, he attempted to change the position of the tubes. Scarce
was his purpose accomplished, when a deafening explosion rent the air,
followed by sounds as of the falling of the ruin overhead. Profound
darkness ensued, and the groans of the wounded alchemist mingled with the
demoniac laughter of the African, and the echo of her own shrieks
increased the terror of the princess almost to agony. Elsiebede alone
retained any share of self-possession. "A light, a light, Salaman,"
exclaimed she. Instantly a line of blue flame crept along the wall, and a
tiny torch in the hand of the dwarf mysteriously ignited, revealed again
his malevolent countenance, and threw his misshapen and magnified image in
full relief upon the screen. An odor of brimstone that seemed to accompany
the apparition, did not serve to allay Berengaria's apprehensions.
Elsiebede for once forgot her mistress. Hastily snatching the torch from
the negro, she lighted a lamp and raising her father from the stone floor,
began to examine his wounds. The blood was oozing from a contusion upon
the back of his head, one side of his face was dreadfully burned, and his
right hand lay utterly powerless. Giving hurried directions in Moorish to
the grinning Ethiope, Elsiebede with his assistance placed her father upon
a couch behind the screen, and bathed the painful wounds with a balmy
liquid from one of the dusty phials, accompanying her soothing appliances
with the soft and gentle expressions of affection. Their language was
foreign to the ear of Berengaria, but she discovered by the tones of the
father, and the tears of the daughter, that he was chiding her as the
cause of his misfortune. At length overcome by his upbraiding, Elsiebede
drew from her bosom a silken purse, and taking thence a jewel kissed it
fervently, and like one resigning her last treasure at the call of duty,
put it into his extended hand. The black meanwhile had prepared a cordial,
which he intimated would soon give her father rest. The alchemist eagerly
swallowed the draught, and soon sank into a heavy sleep.

Berengaria, whose impatience had scarcely brooked the delay necessary for
this happy consummation, hurried the reluctant Elsiebede away. "I knew
not, Elsie," said she, when they were at a safe distance from the ruin,
"that thy father dwelt in Pampeluna. I thought thou wert an orphan, when
my father moved by thy beauty and distress purchased thee of the rude
Castilian. Tell me thine history."

"My father," replied Elsiebede, "was when young the physician of the
Moorish prince, and occupied himself in separating the hidden virtues of
nature from the impurities with which they are combined. When walking
abroad to gather plants for the prosecution of his inquiries, he met every
day a young flower girl, carrying her fragrant wares to the palace of the
Alhambra. Attracted by her beauty, he purchased her flowers, and
interested himself in her history. He learned that she belonged to a band
of Saracens or Gyptianos, that had recently settled in Grenada. He loved
her and she became his wife.

"I was their only child. My youth was spent in listening to the wondrous
tales of the East, with which my mother delighted me, or in acquiring the
elements of science with my father. The sudden illness and death of my
mother destroyed all my happiness. My father betook himself again to the
most abstruse studies, spent whole nights in watching the stars, practised
incantations to the spirits of the air, and pondering continually upon the
mystery of death, commenced the search for that mighty principle which is
said to prolong human existence. Many wonderful secrets of nature were in
this process revealed to his sight; but he became so sad and gloomy, and
his eyes beamed on me with such an unwonted fire, that I feared lest grief
should dethrone the angel of reason. To divert his mind, I began to lead
him forth in his accustomed walks. One day when we had lingered rather
later than usual beyond the walls of Grenada, a band of armed Castilians
fell upon us, and carried us away captives. The noble Sancho found me
singing songs for my cruel master, and redeemed me from my fate."

"And what became of thy father?" inquired Berengaria. "He was enabled by
some of his medicines to heal a long-established malady of his captor, and
thus obtained his freedom: since which, until within a few months, he has
wandered through Spain in search of his lost child." "And wherefore didst
thou commit to a dying man the precious jewel which I saw in thy hand?"
The tears of Elsiebede began to fall fast, and with a choking voice she
replied, "Question me not, I entreat thee. Oh, my mistress, concerning the
ring, at another time I will tell thee all." Touched with the instinctive
reverence that nature always pays to genuine sorrow, the princess forbore
further inquiries, and the two maidens completed their walk in silence.

The terror that Berengaria had suffered took away all desire to prosecute
her inquiries with the alchemist, but with unusual consideration, on the
following day, she dismissed Elsiebede at an early hour, giving her
permission to pass the night with her father. The poor girl returned in
the morning overwhelmed with grief. The alchemist was dead. From her
self-reproaches and lamentations Berengaria learned, that in his
scientific researches he had consumed all his property, and melted every
valuable belonging to his daughter, except her mother's ring. This gem she
had steadily refused to give him, both on account of its being a memento
and a charm, and the failure of his experiment with its fatal results he
had in his dying hour attributed to the lack of the potency of the
precious gem. Stung with remorse, Elsiebede declared that if the ring
could not save her father's life, it should at least procure him a grave,
and telling her mistress that she could never again look upon the jewel
without a shudder, begged her to accept it, and to assist her in burying
him according to the rites of the Mohammedan religion. In catholic Navarre
this was next to an impossibility; but through the generosity of the
princess, and the ingenuity of Salaman, the corpse was secretly conveyed
to the Moorish cemetery in Grenada.


CHAPTER II.

                      "O, such a day
  So fought, so followed, and so fairly won,
  Came not till now, to dignify the times."

It was a gala-day in Navarre. Sancho the Strong, the gallant brother of
Berengaria, had proclaimed a tournament in compliment to his friend
Richard Plantagenet, Count of Poitou. In the domestic wars which had vexed
the south of France since the marriage of Eleanor of Aquitaine with Henry
of Anjou, these valiant youths had fought side by side, and from a
friendship cemented by intimacy as well as similarity of tastes and
pursuits, had become _fratres jurati_, or sworn brothers, according to the
customs of the age. Both were celebrated for their knightly
accomplishments and their skill in judging of Provençal poetry, and each
had proved the prowess of the other in chivalric encounter, and provoked
the genius of his friend in the refined and elegant contests of minstrelsy
and song. The brave Sancho had arranged the lists, giving to his friend
the first place as knight challenger, reserving the second for himself,
and bestowing the third upon their brother in arms, the young Count of
Champagne. The gay pavilions were set, a splendid concourse assembled,
and Berengaria, proclaimed Queen of Beauty and Love, had assumed her regal
state attended by all the beauties of Navarre, when to the infinite
disappointment and mortification of the prince, Count Raimond of Toulouse
arrived to say, that Richard, having received letters from his mother, had
found it necessary to depart suddenly for England; but that the
festivities of the day might not be marred by his absence, he entreated
that the bearer of the message, Count Raimond, might occupy his pavilion,
bestride his war-steed, and do his devoir in the lists. With a courtesy
that ill-concealed his chagrin the noble Sancho accepted the substitute,
and conducting him to the tent glittering with green and gold, consigned
him to the care of the esquires; while himself went to acquaint his sister
with the mortifying fact that the spectacle, for which they had prepared
with such enthusiastic anticipations, was yet to want the crowning grace
expected from the presence of that flower of knighthood, Richard
Plantagenet.

To conceal from the spectators the knowledge of this untoward event, their
father, Sancho the Wise, who held the post of honor as judge of the
combat, decided that Count Raimond of Toulouse should assume the armorial
bearings of Richard, and personate him in the lists. These preliminaries
being satisfactorily arranged, the heralds rode forth and proclaimed the
laws of the tournament, and the games proceeded. The Count of Champagne
and the royal Sancho, better practised in the exercises of the lance than
the Spanish cavaliers who opposed them, won applause from all beholders;
but the crowd seemed to take especial delight in the prowess of Count
Raimond, shouting at every gallant thrust, and every feat of horsemanship,
"A Richard, a Richard! A Plantagenet!" Notwithstanding the unfavorable
auspices under which the tournament commenced, the sports of the day were
as gay and animated as the most sanguine could have hoped. The three
challengers had overborne all opponents. With a heart fluttering with
pride and pleasure, the young Blanche of Navarre had seen her sister
confer a golden coronet upon the Count of Champagne, and Sancho had also
received from Berengaria a chaplet in honor of his knightly achievements.
But the first in honor as in place, was the warrior who had personated
Richard. When, however, he laid aside his vizor, to receive the well-won
laurel as leader of the victors, the multitude discovered that the hero
whom they had greeted with such enthusiastic applause was Count Raimond of
Toulouse, and new bursts of acclamations rent the air, while the marshals,
and squires, and heralds, forgetting for a moment their duties, gathered
round the throne of Love and Beauty to interchange congratulations with
the gratified count.

In the general excitement no one had noticed the entrance of a _knight
adventurous_, one of those wandering cavaliers who, to perfect themselves
in feats of arms, travelled from province to province, challenging the
skill of all comers in chivalrous combat. The appearance of this
knight-errant was such as attracted all eyes. He was mounted on a bay
horse of spirit and mettle that hardly yielded to the strong rein; his
helmet was surmounted with a crest of the figure of a red hound, while his
erect form shielded in brown armor, and the firmness with which he
maintained his seat gave him the appearance of a bronze statue, borne
along in the procession. Disregarding the indications that the fortunes of
the day were already decided, the stranger knight rode directly to the
pavilion emblazoned with the arms of Richard, and struck his spear with
such force upon the shield, as to summon at once the attendants to duty.

"Whom have we here?" exclaimed Sancho, with a hearty laugh. "By our Lady,
Count Raimond, this day's sun shall not set till the heathen hound on the
crest of yon crusading knight hath bit the dust. Pardieu, I almost envy
thee thy good fortune to tilt against so fair a foe." The interest which
this new-comer gave to the flagging sports was evinced by the eager
inquiries and hurried whispers that went round among the spectators. A
breathless silence ensued, as Count Raimond couched his lance and started
forward to meet his strange challenger. "A Raimond! A Raimond!" cried the
crowd, as the two combatants dashed upon each other.

"Long life to the Red Knight," "Success to the Crusaders," was echoed by
the fickle multitude, with increased satisfaction, as the hero of
Toulouse, overthrown by the violence of the shock, struggled beneath his
fallen charger, while the stranger applying rein and spur, caused his
gallant steed at one bound, to leap over the prostrate horse and rider,
then dexterously compelling the animal to caricole gracefully in front of
the queen's galley, and lowering his lance, the victorious knight
courteously bowed as if laying his honors at the feet of Love and Beauty.
The prizes for the day were already bestowed; but the enthusiastic
Berengaria found it impossible to let such prowess go unrewarded. Hastily
untying her scarf, she fastened it to the end of his spear, and the
Crusader, with the armorial bearings of Navarre streaming from his lance,
rode slowly and proudly from the lists.

The squires meanwhile had extricated the vanquished Raimond from his
perilous position, and conducted him to his tent, where his bruises were
found to require the skill of the leech. All were busy with conjectures
concerning the unknown, many sage surmises very wide of the truth were
hazarded by those best acquainted with heraldic devices, and arguments
were rapidly increasing to animosities, when the slight tinkling of a bell
again drew the attention of the concourse.

"A champion! A champion," exclaimed they again as a second knight, strong
and broad-shouldered, sheathed in shining black armor, entered the arena.
Glimpses of a ruddy complexion and sparkling eyes, were visible through
the jetty bars of his vizor, and a raven with smooth and glossy plumage,
its beak open, and a bell suspended from its neck, was perched upon his
helmet. His coal-black steed was a war-horse of powerful make,
deep-chested and of great strength of limb; his red nostrils distended by
his fiery impatience, glowed like the coals of a furnace, while the
gauntleted hand that with matchless skill controlled his speed, looked as
though it might have belonged to a giant of the olden time. The
impetuosity of the black knight left the spectators not long in doubt of
his purpose. Count Henry of Champagne was summoned to reassume his armor
and make good his claim to his recently won laurels. "Pray heaven thine
eye and hand falter not, Count Henry," exclaimed Sancho, as he personally
inspected the armor of his friend, and cautioned the squires to see that
each ring and buckle was securely fastened. "The issue of this combat
should depend upon thine own right arm, not upon a weak spring or careless
squire." The courtesy of the black knight seemed proportioned to his
strength and skill. Reining his horse to the left, he gave the count the
full advantage of the wind and sun, and instead of meeting him in full
career, eluded the shock, parried his thrusts with the most graceful ease,
and rode around him like a practised knight conducting the exercises of
the tilt-yard in such a manner, as to develop and display the prowess of
an ambitious squire; and when at last Count Henry lost his saddle, it was
rather the effect of his own rashness, than from any apparent purpose of
his antagonist; for exasperated to the last degree at being thus toyed
with, he retreated to the extremity of the lists, put his horse upon its
full speed and dashed upon his opponent. The black knight perceiving the
intent of this manoeuvre, brought his well-trained steed at once into an
attitude of perfect repose, and sitting immovable as an iron pillar,
received the full shock upon his impenetrable shield. The horse of the
count recoiling from the effect of the terrible collision, sank upon his
haunches, and the girth breaking, the rider rolled in the dust. Something
like a smothered laugh broke from beneath the bars of the stranger's
vizor, as he rode round his vanquished foe, and extended his hand as
though inviting him to rise. But his demeanor was grave and dignified,
when he presented himself before the admiring Berengaria, who in default
of a better chaplet stripped her tiny hand of its snowy covering, and
bestowed the embroidered glove as the guerdon of his skill. "Part we so
soon, sir knight?" said Sancho, reining his steed, so as to keep pace with
that of his unexpected guest. "I would fain set lance in rest against so
fair a foe." Without deigning a reply, the knight put spurs to his horse,
and leaping the barriers disappeared in the wood. Rejoining his two
friends in the pavilion who were condoling with each other over their
inglorious defeat, Sancho burst into a stream of invective. "Ungrateful
cravens," cried he, "to repine at heaven's grace. I would have given the
brightest jewel in the crown of Navarre, for leave to set lance in rest
against either of yon doughty knights." "Thou shouldst have been very
welcome," exclaimed Raimond, laying his hand upon his wounded limb. "Our
Lady grant henceforth that dame Fortune send all such favors to thee," and
he laughed in spite of his discomfiture. A startling blast from the wood
interrupted the colloquy, and Count Raimond petulantly exclaimed,
"Methinks the foul fiends have congregated in the forest! That hath the
sound of the last trumpet."

"Aye, verily," replied Count Henry, reconnoitering from the door of the
pavilion, "and yonder comes Death on the pale horse. Prince Sancho, thine
hour has come, prepare to meet thy final overthrow." There seemed a
terrible significance in the words, for upon a snowy charger, whose mane
and tail nearly swept the ground, just entering the lists, was seen a
knight, dressed in a suit of armor of such shining brilliancy as almost to
dazzle the eyes of the beholders. His crest was a white dove with its
wings spread, and conspicuous upon his right shoulder appeared a blood-red
cross. He carried neither lance nor spear, but an immense battle-axe hung
at his saddle-bow. "By my troth," said Sancho, "be he the angel of death
himself, I will dispute his empire, even though he bring twelve legions of
his mysterious retainers to back him. It shall not be said that the
chivalry of Spain, aye, and of France to boot," casting a glance at his
crest-fallen friends, "are but trophies of the prowess of these unknown
demi-gods." "Heaven grant thou mayest make good thy boast, for truly
these demi-gods wield no mortal weapons," said Count Raimond, with a
bitter smile, as the prince anticipating a challenge rode forth to meet
the white champion. Unpractised in the use of the mace, Sancho, whose ire
was completely roused at seeing the honors of the day borne off by
strangers, disregarded the laws of the tournament (which required the
challenger to use the same weapons as his adversary), and seizing his
spear, attacked his opponent with a fierce energy, which showed that he
fought for deadly combat, and not for trial of skill in knightly courtesy.
The brilliant figure, at the first rush, bowed his head, till the plumage
of the dove mingled with the flowing mane of his courser, and suffered the
animal to sheer to the right, thus compelling the prince, in his onward
career, to make a similar involuntary obeisance as the result of his
ineffectual thrust. Completing the demivolte, the two champions again
returned to the onset; and now the mace of the white knight describing
shining circles round his head, received upon its edge the spear of the
prince, clave the tough oak wood asunder, and sent the spear-head whirling
through the air almost to the feet of the spectators. A second, a third,
and a fourth spear met with the same fate. The welkin rang with the
applause of the beholders. "Bravo, sir white knight!" "Glory to the Red
Cross!" "Honor to the crusader!" "Death to the Paynim," accompanied the
flourish of trumpets and the shouts of heralds, which, together with the
flutter of pennons and the waving of signals from the galleries of the
ladies, showed the exciting interest of the scene. At length the
dove-crested warrior, by a skilful manoeuvre, brought himself into such
proximity as to be able with one blow to strike the helmet from the head
of his antagonist; at the same moment, however, he extended his hand and
prevented the unbonneted prince from falling prone beneath the feet of his
horse. The gallant Sancho thus compelled to yield, with knightly grace
accompanied his vanquisher to Berengaria's throne. "Thy best guerdon, my
sister, for thy brother's conqueror," said he. "Beside the arm of Richard
Plantagenet, I thought there was not another in Christendom that could
break the bars of my vizor and leave my skull unscathed. Why dost thou
hesitate?" exclaimed he, observing her embarrassment. "The daughter of
Sancho the Wise is not wont to be tardy when called upon to honor the
brave. Has the same blow that still keeps the blood dancing in the brain
of thy brother, paralyzed thy hand?" "Nay," said Berengaria, while a
brilliant blush suffused her cheeks, "but I would fain see the countenance
of the brave knight, who carries off the honors of the field from such a
competitor," and drawing the ring of Elsiebede from her finger, she
bestowed it upon the victor. Rising from his knees, the knight inclined
courteously to the squires, who with a celerity lent by curiosity, unlaced
his casque and unfastened his gorget, revealing the face of Richard
Plantagenet, beaming fair and ruddy from the bright yellow curls that
clustered round it, and eyes that sparkled in the full appreciation of the
surprise and merriment that his unexpected apparition occasioned. "Mon
cher frère," exclaimed Sancho, grasping his hand, "I am conquered by
Richard, then am I victor. Give me joy, knights, ladies, and squires." The
heralds taking up the word, sounded the tidings through the field, while
the spectators shouted, "A Richard! a Richard! Long live the gallant
Plantagenet!" The Counts of Toulouse and Champagne, assisted by their
attendants, hastened to the scene, and discovering the scarf and glove of
Berengaria resting beneath the loosened hauberk, recognized each his
conqueror, and found in that circumstance a greater balm for their wounded
pride, than all their bruises had experienced from the mollifying
appliances of leechcraft. The knights challengers thus all vanquished by
the single arm of Richard, left the field with the highest sense of
satisfaction, and the ready wit of their champion, pointed the sallies and
directed the mirth of the banquet, which followed, and continued long into
the night.


CHAPTER III.

            "Beshrew your eyes,
  They have o'erlooked me, and divided me;
  One half of me is yours, the other half yours,
  And so all yours."

In the general excitement attendant upon the discovery of Richard and the
breaking up of the tournament, Berengaria had remarked the agitation of
Elsiebede, and seized an early opportunity to learn the cause. "Where hast
thou known Count Richard?" said she in a tone of feigned indifference. "I
have never seen him till to-day," replied the attendant. "But thou didst
start and turn pale when the White Knight disclosed the features of
Plantagenet?" "Aye, because I saw my lady bring a curse upon his head." "A
curse upon him? How meanest thou, silly child?" replied the princess,
growing pale in her turn. "Pardon, my dear mistress," continued Elsiebede,
falling upon her knees, "I should have told you, the ring bestowed upon a
knight, is a fatal gift." "And why fatal?" inquired Berengaria, somewhat
relieved that she had no greater cause for disquiet. "I know not why. The
jewel of the ring has been in the possession of my mother's tribe for many
generations, and whenever man has called it his own, sorrow and distress
have followed, till this tradition has become a proverb.

  "'Twill thwart his wish, and break his troth,
  Betray him to his direst foe,
  And drown him in the sea."

"Thou art too superstitious," said Berengaria, as her attendant recited
the malediction, with an appearance of the most profound sense of its
reality; "but to please thee, foolish child, I will regain the toy."
Berengaria secretly determined to lose no time in relieving Richard from
his dangerous possession, and accordingly lost no occasion for conversing
with the prince; but though he treated her with the most distinguished
courtesy, the term of his visit to Navarre expired before their
acquaintance had ripened into an intimacy that would warrant her venturing
upon the delicate task of reclaiming her gift. Months elapsed before
Berengaria again saw the knight who had made such an impression upon her
youthful imagination, and she began to fear that the ring had, in reality,
conducted him to his predestined sepulchre in the sea, when her brother
Sancho returning from a tour in France, brought intelligence of the most
gratifying character. "Rememberest thou, my sister," said he, "the valiant
Plantagenet, who so gallantly bore off the honors of our tournament?"
"Aye, verily," replied the princess, casting down her eyes. "He has been
wandering through Germany, challenging all true knights to chivalrous
combat, and has met with many strange adventures," continued Sancho.
"Recount them," said Berengaria, "I listen with attention." "Thou who
didst reward his valor, as red, and black, and white knight in one day,
canst well appreciate his partiality for disguises," resumed her brother:
"and it seems, that during this expedition, one had nearly cost him his
life. Passing through the dominions of the King of Almaine, he assumed the
dress of a palmer, but being discovered, was cast into prison. Ardour, the
son of the king, learning that a knight of remarkable strength and prowess
was confined in a dungeon, brought him forth and invited him to stand a
buffet. Richard accepted the challenge, and received a blow that laid him
prostrate. Recovering himself, he returned the stroke with so much force,
that he broke the cheek-bone of his antagonist, who sank to the ground and
instantly expired. The king awakened to fresh transports of fury, at the
loss of his son, gave orders that the prisoner should be closely fettered
and returned to the lowest dungeon of the castle. But the monarch had,
also, a daughter, a princess of great beauty, who became exceedingly
interested in the man that had so dexterously slain her brother. Learning
that a plan was on foot to make the bold knight the prey of a lion, she
found means to enter his cell, and acquaint him with his danger. The bold
heart of Plantagenet did not fail him in this extremity. Rewarding the
solicitude of the tender Margery with a kiss, he desired her to repair to
him in the evening, bringing forty ells of white silk, and a supper with
plenty of good beef and ale. Thus fortified in the outer and inner man, he
calmly awaited his fate. The next day, as soon as the roar of the monster
was heard, he wrapped his arm in the silk, and evading the spring of the
animal, gave it such a blow in the breast, as nearly felled it to the
ground. The lion lashing itself with its tail, and extending its dreadful
jaws, uttered a most hideous yell; but the hero suddenly darted upon the
beast, drove his arm down the throat, and grasping the heart tore it out
through the mouth, and marched with his trophy, yet quivering with life,
to the great hall of the palace, where the king with a grand company of
dukes and earls, sat at meat. Pressing the blood from the reeking heart,
Prince Richard dipped it in the salt, and offered the dainty morsel to the
company. The lords rose from the table, and declaring, that since the days
of Samson, no mortal had achieved so wonderful an exploit, dubbed him
Coeur de Lion, on the spot. The barbarian finding it impossible, longer to
detain a prisoner who seemed to enjoy the especial favor of Providence,
bestowed upon him gifts and presents, mounted him on a fleet horse, and
with great joy, saw him depart. A herald has this morning arrived, to say
that he wends his way hither; therefore, prepare, my sister, to receive
the lion-hearted prince, with a state becoming his new honors."

Berengaria needed no second bidding. She was already more interested in
the gallant Plantagenet than she dared confess, even to herself, while the
conduct of Richard, upon his arrival, intimated plainly the attraction
that had drawn him to Navarre, and the flattering attention with which
both the elder and younger Sancho treated him, promised fair speed to his
wooing. He was exceedingly fond of chess, and this game served to beguile
many hours when the weather precluded more active sports. Though a
practised, Richard was often a careless player, and his fair antagonist
gained many advantages over him, while he pertinaciously declared himself
vanquished by her beauty rather than her skill. The ready blush that
followed his compliments gave occasion for renewed expressions of
admiration, and often in the midst of triumph the victor found herself
covered with confusion. Many gages of trifling value were lost and won
between the amicable rivals, but it was not till after repeated defeats
that Richard began to suspect there was some article in his possession
that his beautiful opponent was particularly anxious to win. He playfully
proposed to stake his head against one lock of her hair, and when he lost
the game, gravely inquired whether she would accept the forfeit, with its
natural fixture, or whether like the vindictive daughter of Herodias, she
would require it to be brought in a charger, as was the head of John the
Baptist. Re-arranging the pieces before she could interpose a
remonstrance, he declared the stakes should next be his heart against her
hand. The game was terminated in his favor. Gallantly seizing her hand,
pressing his lips upon it, he protested that in all his tournaments he had
never won so fair a prize; then suddenly exclaiming, "What magic game is
this, in which a man may both lose and win?" he laid his broad palm upon
his side, and with an appearance of great concern, continued, "By the
blessed mother my heart is certainly gone; and I must hold thee
accountable for its restoration."

Making a strong effort at recovering her composure, Berengaria asserted
that she had neither lost nor won the game, since he had arranged the
pieces unfairly, and proceeded to capture her queen almost without her
knowledge, and certainly without her consent.

The sportive colloquy finally ended in a compromise, Richard agreeing that
the affair could justly be accommodated by Berengaria's staking her heart
against his hand, and she playfully avowing that a gamester so
unprincipled might expect to lose both body and soul, if he did not
commit the arrangements to one of greater probity. The keen eye of
Plantagenet soon discovered that this game possessed an interest for his
fair rival far beyond the preceding ones, and in doubt whether it arose
from her anxiety to gain his hand, or from her desire delicately to assure
him that he could never win her heart, he suffered himself to be beaten.
The result only increased his perplexity; for the princess, though
evidently elated by her success, seriously proposed to relinquish her
claim upon his hand, in consideration of the ring that glittered upon his
finger. Too much interested any longer to regard the game, Richard pushed
aside the chess-board, and fixing his eyes upon her, inquired, "Wherefore
wouldst thou the ring?"

The princess more than ever embarrassed by the seriousness of his voice
and manner, stammered forth, "The jewel is a charm." "True," said Richard,
with unaffected warmth, "Berengaria's gifts are all charms." "Nay, nay!"
said she, with uncontrollable trepidation, "I mean--I mean--it is a fatal
possession."--"Of which I am a most undoubted witness," interrupted he,
"since by its influence I have lost my head, my heart and my hand." "Have
done with this idle jesting, and listen to me," said Berengaria,
earnestly. "It will thwart thy dearest wish, and betray thee to thy direst
foe." "None but Berengaria can thwart my dearest wish," said Richard,
steadily regarding her, "and from my direst foe," he added, with a gesture
of defiance, "this good right arm is a sufficient defence." Tears shone in
Berengaria's eyes, and she added, "Why wilt thou misunderstand me? I tell
thee it will break thy troth." "Our Lady grant it," responded he, with a
shout of exultation. "Since the day I first received it, I have not ceased
to importune King Henry to cancel my engagement with Alice of France." The
baffled princess having no further resource burst into tears. "Nay, weep
not, my sweetest Berengaria," said Richard, tenderly, "the gem is indeed a
talisman, since by its aid only have I been able to discover the treasure
thou hadst so effectually concealed from my anxious search. Fear no evil
on my behalf, my poor life has double value since thou hast betrayed an
interest in my fate." He stooped to kiss the tears from her cheek, and
passing a chain with a diamond cross about her neck, left her alone to
recover her composure.


CHAPTER IV.

  "Ah me! for aught that I could ever read,
  Could ever hear by tale or history,
  The course of true love never did run smooth."

"A long and secret engagement, replete with hope deferred, was the fate of
Richard the Lion-hearted and the fair flower of Navare." The vexatious
wars in which Eleanor of Aquitaine constantly involved her husband and
children occupied Richard in combats more dangerous than those of the
tourney. The heart of Berengaria was often agitated with fears for his
safety. She was also compelled to reject the addresses of numerous
suitors, attracted by her beauty and wealth, and she thus subjected
herself to the imputation of caprice, and the displeasure of her father,
when her thoughts were distracted by rumors that Richard was about to
consummate his marriage with Alice. An occasional troubadour who sang the
exploits of her gallant lover sometimes imparted new life to her dying
hopes, and again when a long period elapsed without tidings of any kind,
she bitterly reproached herself for permitting him to retain an amulet
which she was so well assured would change the current of his affections;
and notwithstanding the general frankness of his character, and the
unfeigned earnestness of his manner, which more than his words, had
convinced her of his truth; she was often tortured with the suspicion that
Richard had only amused himself with the artlessness of a silly girl, and
had no intention of demanding her of her father. Her only confidant in
the affair was her brother Sancho the Strong, who consoled her by
violently upbraiding her for the unjust suspicion, and resolutely
vindicating the honor of his absent friend. While the mind of Berengaria
was thus cruelly alternating between hope and fear, her sister Blanche was
wedded to Thibaut, brother of Count Henry of Champagne. On the festive
occasion Richard accompanied the bridegroom: and when Berengaria once more
read admiration and love in every glance of his speaking eyes, and
listened to his enthusiastic assurances of devotion, and above all, when
she heard his wrathful malediction against those who interposed the claims
of Alice, she wondered how she could ever have distrusted the sincerity of
his professions. But though her heart was thus reassured, the first
intelligence that she received from Champagne through the medium of
Blanche, overwhelmed her with new apprehensions. It was asserted, that an
alliance had been formed between Richard and Philip, the young King of
France, to wrest Alice from the custody of Henry, and that the two
princes, to prove that they looked upon each other as brothers, exchanged
clothing, ate at the same table, and occupied the same apartment. The
confident Sancho even, was somewhat shaken by this report; particularly as
the Gascon subjects of Richard began to prepare for war. Instigated by his
own doubts, but more especially by the mute appeals of Berengaria's
tearful eyes, Sancho made a journey to the north to prove the guilt or
innocence of his friend. At Bordeaux he learned that Richard had gone to
Poictiers. At Poictiers it was said he might be found at Tours. At Tours
the rumor was confirmed, that Richard had transferred his allegiance from
Henry to Philip, and that Henry, in consequence of his son's rebellion,
had fallen sick at Chinon, and that Richard had been summoned to that
place to attend the monarch's death-bed. Without delay, therefore, Sancho
posted forward to Chinon. As he ascended an eminence commanding a view of
the road for some distance, he saw a band of armed horsemen riding in
advance of him, and thought he discerned, in the van, the crest of Richard
Coeur de Lion. Putting spurs to his horse, he joined the rear of the
cavalcade, which proved to be the funeral procession of Henry II., led by
his erring son to the abbey of Fontevraud. The mournful tones of the bell
mingled with the clanging tread of the mail-clad nobles, as solemn and
slow they followed the prince up the long aisle of the church. The air was
heavy with the breath of burning incense, and the strong and ruddy glare
of the funeral torches, revealed with fearful distinctness the deep
furrows made by age, and care, and grief in the noble features of the
deceased monarch. The walls draped with the sable habiliments of woe,
returned the muffled tones of the organ, while drooping banners, that
canopied the bier, shook as with a boding shudder, at the approach of the
warrior train. One solitary mourner knelt beside the altar, a fair-haired
youth, whose features of classic purity, seemed to have borrowed their
aspect of repose from the dread presence before him. It was Geoffrey, the
younger son of Rosamond. The solemn chanting of the mass was hushed, and
the startled priests suppressed their very breath in awe, as heavy sobs
burst from the great heart of Coeur de Lion, and shook the steel corselet
that was belted above his breast. Geoffrey silently rose, and moving to
the head of the bier, left the place of honor to his repentant brother.
"My father!" exclaimed Richard, bending over the dead, and lifting the
palsied hand, "My father! oh canst thou not forgive?" He stopped in
speechless horror, for _blood_ oozed from the clammy lips that till now
had always responded to the call of affection.

The sensitive heart of Sancho, wrung with a kindred agony, could no longer
brook the terrible spectacle. He left the abbey, and was followed by one
and another of the crowd till the self-accusing parricide was left alone
with the body of his sire.

       *       *       *       *       *

When the Prince of Navarre returned to Pampeluna, he forbore to pain his
sister's heart by a recital of the melancholy circumstances that had so
affected his own, but he carried to her an assurance that _Richard would
wed only Berengaria_, sealed with the mysterious jewel now reset as the
signet ring of the King of England. He described the splendid coronation
of his friend, the wealth of his new realm, and the enthusiastic rapture
with which his new subjects hailed his accession to the throne. He also
informed her that Richard, previous to his father's death, had taken the
cross for the Holy Land, and that all his time and thoughts were now
occupied in settling the affairs of the realm for this object; and that
the alliance with Philip, which had caused her so much anxiety, was an
engagement, not to marry Alice, but to enter with the French monarch upon
the _Third Crusade_.

The prospects of her mistress awakened all the enthusiasm of Elsiebede.
She dreamed by night and prophesied by day of long journeys on horseback
and by sea, and she interspersed her prognostications with agreeable tales
of distressed damsels carried off by unbelieving Afrites, and miraculous
escapes from shipwreck by the interposition of good Genii. But though her
tongue was thus busy, her hands were not idle. She set in motion all the
domestic springs to furnish forth the wardrobe of her mistress and herself
with suitable splendor, and amused the needle-women with such accounts of
eastern magnificence that they began to regard the rich fabrics upon which
they were employed as scarcely worthy of attention.

In the beginning of the autumn of 1190, Queen Eleanor arrived at the court
of Navarre to demand of her friend Sancho the Wise the hand of his
daughter for her son Richard. The king readily accepted the proposal, for
beside being Berengaria's lover, the gallant Plantagenet was the most
accomplished, if not the most powerful sovereign of Europe. Under the
escort of the queen dowager the royal fiancée journeyed to Naples, where
she learned to her mortification and dismay that her intended lord was not
yet released from the claims of Alice, and that the potentates assembled
for the crusade were in hourly expectation of seeing the armed forces of
Christendom embroiled in a bloody war to decide her title to the crown
matrimonial of England.

The forebodings of Elsiebede did not increase her equanimity. "It is all
the work of the fatal ring," said the superstitious maiden. "Did I not
tell thee it would thwart his dearest wish?" Berengaria could reply only
by her tears. Other circumstances made her apprehensive concerning the
fate of the expedition. The Emperor Frederic Barbarossa was among the
first of those whose grief arose to indignation at the fall of Jerusalem.
He wrote letters to Saladin demanding restitution of the city, and
threatening vengeance in the event of non-compliance. The courteous
Infidel replied, that if the Christians would give up to him Tyre, Tripoli
and Antioch, he would restore to them the piece of wood taken at the
battle of Tiberias, and permit the people of the west to visit Jerusalem
as pilgrims. The chivalry of Germany were exasperated at this haughty
reply, and the emperor, though advanced in age, with his son the Duke of
Suabia, the Dukes of Austria and Moravia, sixty-eight temporal and
spiritual lords, and innumerable hosts of crusaders, drawn out of every
class, from honorable knighthood down to meanest vassalage, set out from
Ratisbon for the East. The virtuous Barbarossa conducted the march with
prudence and humanity. Avoiding as much as possible the territories of the
timid and treacherous Greek Emperor, Isaac Angelus, he crossed the
Hellespont, passed through Asia Minor, defeated the Turks in a general
engagement at Iconium, and reached the Taurus Ridge, having accomplished
the difficult journey with more honor and dignity and success than had
fallen to the lot of any previous crusaders.

When the army approached the river Cydnus, the gallant Frederic, emulating
the example of Alexander, desired to bathe in its waters. His attendants
sought to dissuade him, declaring that the place had been marked by a
fatality from ancient times; and to give weight to their arguments,
pointed to this inscription upon an adjacent rock, "Here the greatest of
men shall perish." But the humility of the monarch prevented his listening
to their counsels. The icy coldness of the stream chilled the feeble
current in his aged veins, and the strong arms that had for so many years
buffeted the adverse waves of fortune, were now powerless to redeem him
from the eddying tide. He was drawn out by the attendants, but the spark
of life had become extinct.

The tidings of this melancholy event came to Berengaria, when her heart
was agitated by the perplexity of her own situation not only, but by the
intelligence that Richard's fleet had been wrecked off the port of Lisbon,
and that he was himself engaged in hostilities with Tancred. Coeur de Lion
was indeed justly incensed with the usurper of his sister's dominions.
Upon the first news of the fall of Jerusalem, William the Good had
prepared to join the crusade with one hundred galleys equipped and
provisioned for two years, sixty thousand measures of wine, sixty thousand
of wheat, the same number of barley, together with a table of solid gold
and a tent of silk, sufficiently capacious to accommodate two hundred
persons. Being seized with a fatal disease, he left these articles by will
to Henry II, and settling upon his beloved Joanna a princely dower,
intrusted to her the government of the island. No sooner was he deceased,
than Tancred, an illegitimate son of Roger of Apulia, seized upon the
inheritance and threw the fair widow into prison. The roar of the
advancing lion startled Tancred from his guilty security, and he lost no
time in unbarring the prison doors of his royal captive. But Richard
required complete restitution, and enforced his demands by the sword. He
seized upon Messina, but finally through the intervention of the French
king, accommodated the matter by accepting forty thousand ounces of gold,
as his father's legacy and his sister's dower. He also affianced his
nephew Arthur of Brittany, to the daughter of Tancred, the Sicilian prince
agreeing on his part to equip ten galleys and six horse transports for the
crusade. Completely reconciled to the English king, Tancred, in a moment
of confidence, showed him letters in which Philip had volunteered to
assist in hostilities against Richard. This treachery on the part of
Philip brought matters to a crisis. Seizing the evidences of perfidy,
Richard strode his way to the French camp, and with eyes sparkling with
rage, and a voice of terrible power, upbraided him with his baseness.
Philip strongly asserted his innocence, and declared the letters a
forgery, a mere trick of Richard to gain a pretext for breaking off the
affair with his sister. The other leaders interposed and shamed Philip
into acquiescence with Richard's desire to be released from his engagement
with Alice. Some days after the French king sailed for Acre.

But though the hand of the royal Plantagenet was thus free, the long
anticipated nuptials were still postponed. It was the period of the lenten
fast, when no devout Catholic is permitted to marry. Eleanor finding it
impossible longer to leave her regency in England, conducted Berengaria to
Messina, and consigned her to the care of Queen Joanna, who was also
preparing for the voyage. The English fleet, supposed lost, arrived in the
harbor of Messina about the same time, and arrangements were speedily made
for departure. As etiquette forbade the lovers sailing together, Richard
embarked his sister with her precious charge on board one of his finest
ships, in the care of the noble Stephen de Turnham, while himself led the
convoy in his favorite galley Trenc-the-mere, accompanied by twenty-four
knights, whom he had organized in honor of his betrothment, under a pledge
that they would with him scale the walls of Acre. From their badge, a
fillet of blue leather, they were called knights of the Blue Thong.

Thus with one hundred and fifty ships and fifty galleys, did the
lion-hearted Richard and his bride hoist sail for the Land of Promise,
that El Dorado of the middle ages, the Utopia of every enthusiast whether
of conquest, romance or religion.


CHAPTER V.

  "The strife of fiends is on the battling clouds,
  The glare of hell is in these sulphurous lightnings;
  This is no earthly storm."

Trustfully and gaily as Infancy embarks upon the untried ocean of
existence, the lovers left the harbor of Messina, and moved forth with
their splendid convoy, upon the open sea. By day the galley of Berengaria
chased the flying shadows of the gallant Trenc-the-mere along the coast of
Greece, or followed in its rippling wake among the green isles of the
clustering Cyclades; by night, like sea-fowl folding their shining wings,
the vessels furled their snowy canvass, and with silver feet keeping time
to the waves, danced forward over the glassy floor of the blue
Mediterranean, like a charmed bride listening to the sound of pipe and
chalumeaux that accompanied the spontaneous verse with which the royal
troubadour wooed her willing ear.

The treacherous calm that had smiled upon the commencement of their
voyage, at length began to yield to the changeful moods of the stormy
equinox, which like a cruel sportsman, toyed with the hopes and fears of
its helpless prey. Clouds and sunshine hurried alternately across the face
of the sky. Fitful gusts of wind tossed the waves in air or plucked the
shrouds of the ships and darted away, wailing and moaning among the
waters. Then fell a calm--and then--with maddening roar the congregated
floods summoned their embattled strength to meet the mustering winds,
that, loosened from their caves, burst upon the sea with terrific power.

The females crept trembling to their couches, dizzy with pain and faint
with fear. The sickness of Berengaria increased to that state of
insensibility in which the body, palsied with agony, has only power to
assist the mind in shaping all outward circumstances into visions of
horror. She was again in the cell of the alchemist; saw lurid flames,
heard deafening explosions, with unearthly shrieks and groans proceeding
from myriads of fiends that thronged round her with ominous words and
gibing leer. She felt herself irresistibly borne on, on, with a speed ever
accelerated, and that defied all rescue, and with all there was an
appalling sense of falling, down, down, down, into interminable depths.

The fantasy sometimes changed from herself, but always to her dearer self.
Richard contending with mighty but ineffectual struggles against
inexorable Genii, was hurried through the unfathomable waters before her,
the fatal ring gleaming through all their hideous forms upon her aching
sight; and the confused din of strange sounds that whirled through her
giddy brain could never drown the endless vibrations of the whispered
words,

  "'Twill thwart his wish and break his troth,
  Betray him to his direst foe,
  And drown him in the sea."

The capricious winds at length sounded a truce between the contending
elements. The baffled clouds, like a retiring enemy, discharging
occasional arrows from their exhausted quivers, hurried away in wild
confusion, while the triumphant sea, its vexed surface still agitated by
the tremendous conflict, murmured a sullen roar of proud defiance.

The Princess of Navarre, relieved from the thraldom of imaginary horrors,
became aware of the actual peril which the fleet had encountered. It was
in vain that the anxious attendants interposed, she persisted in being
conducted to the deck, whence with longing eyes she gazed in every
direction for the bark of her lover. Not a vessel was in sight. A wild
waste of waters mocked her anxious scrutiny. Her own galley was so far
disabled, that it was with much toiling and rowing, the mariners brought
it into Limousa, the capital of Cyprus, and no sooner had they cast
anchor, than Isaac Comnenus, the lord of the island, assailed the stranger
bark with so much violence, that they were forced to row again with all
speed into the offing. While the ship lay thus tossing at the mercy of the
waves, dismantled fragments of shattered wrecks floated by, the broken
masts and spars contending with the waters, like lost mariners struggling
for life.

While Berengaria gave way to the harrowing conviction that the
Trenc-the-mere, with its precious freight, had foundered in the storm,
Richard, whose ship had been driven into Rhodes, was collecting his
scattered fleet and scouring the sea for his lost treasure. Arrived off
Cyprus, he beheld the royal galley, and learning that it had been driven
from the harbor by the pitiless despot, he landed in great wrath, and sent
a message to Isaac, suggesting the propriety of calling his subjects from
the work of plundering the wrecks to the exercise of the rites of
hospitality.

The arrogant Cypriot answered that, "whatever goods the sea threw upon his
island, he should take without leave asked of any one." "By Jesu, Heaven's
king, they shall be bought full dear," retorted Richard, and seizing his
battle-axe, he led his crusaders to the rescue, and soon drove the
self-styled emperor, with his myrmidons, to the mountains. Without loss of
time, Richard pursued him thither, and guided by the heron of burnished
gold that gleamed from the imperial pavilion, penetrated the camp in the
darkness, made a great slaughter of the enemy, and brought away all the
treasure; Isaac again escaping with much difficulty. Two beautiful Arab
steeds, Fanuelle and Layard, fell to the lot of the conqueror.

  "In the world was not their peer,
  Dromedary nor destrère."

With this magnificent booty King Richard returned, and taking possession
of his enemies' capital, made signals for the entrance of the galley that
had so long kept unwilling quarantine without the port. Berengaria, almost
overcome with fatigue and fear, and fluttered with joy, was lifted on
shore by the strong arms of the conquering Coeur de Lion. As he assisted
her trembling steps towards the palace, a Cypriot of beggarly appearance
threw himself on his knees before them, and presented to their astonished
eyes the talismanic ring! Richard felt his gentle burden lean more heavily
upon his arm, and saw in her colorless face, that all her apprehensions
were reawakened. Gently whispering her words of encouragement, he turned
to the stranger, and bursting into a hearty laugh, exclaimed, "Ha! knave,
where got'st thou the bauble? Hast news of my chancellor?" The mendicant
replied, that a number of bodies had floated upon the beach, and that from
the hand of one he had drawn this ring, which he brought to the English
monarch in the hope of ransoming his wife and family, who had been taken
prisoners. Richard, rejoiced at the recovery of the valued jewel, readily
granted the request of the petitioner, adding as a bounty, a broad piece
of gold. Slipping the signet upon his finger, he turned to his fair
charge, saying, "Cheer thee, sweet-heart, thy ring has accomplished its
destiny. The poor chancellor is 'drowned in the sea,' and thou mayest
henceforth look upon it with favor, for to-day it shall _consummate_ my
'dearest wish,' since the good bishop now waits to crown thee Richard's
queen."

Relieved, that the ring, after all, boded no evil to Richard, and
reassured by his words, Berengaria yielded to the sweet emotions that
crowded upon her heart, and joyfully permitted him to conduct her into the
presence of the archbishop, who, with the knights and nobles, awaited
their coming. "And there," according to an ancient writer, "in the joyous
month of May, 1191, in the flourishing and spacious isle of Cyprus,
celebrated as the very abode of the goddess of love, did King Richard
solemnly take to wife his beloved lady Berengaria." The allied crusaders,
with the consent of the Cypriots, insisted that Richard should be crowned
King of Cyprus, and a double coronal of gems and Fleur-de-lis, was placed
upon the head of the bride, as Queen of Cyprus and of England. The
daughter of Isaac came soon after to crave the grace of the new
sovereigns, and the father, resigning his dominions, was bound in silver
chains, and presented a captive to Berengaria.

It was now early summer, and the fleet of Richard, refitted and
refreighted from the rich harbors of Cyprus, sailed once more for Acre. As
they approached the bay, they descried a large ship laden to the water's
edge, and despatched a light vessel to inquire whither she was bound, and
what was her cargo. They were answered by an interpreter, that she came
from Apulia, and was laden with provision for the French army. Perceiving
only one man, they insisted on seeing the rest of the crew. Suddenly a
multitude of Saracens appeared upon deck, and replied by a general shout
of defiance. Immediately Richard gave orders to board the stranger. The
officers of the light-armed galleys felt some hesitation in assailing the
lofty sides of the Turkish vessel. "I will crucify all my soldiers if she
escape," cried Plantagenet. His men, dreading more their sovereign's wrath
than all the arrows of the enemy, bent to the oars with all their
strength, and drove the sharp beaks of their galleys into the sides of the
foe. After a short contest the Infidels surrendered, and the English found
upon the prize great quantities of provision, barrels of Greek fire, arms,
and treasures of gold and silver, which they had hardly unloaded when the
vessel, scuttled by its despairing crew, sank like lead in the mighty
waters.

Elated by this important capture, the Christians proceeded on their way.
Just without the port of Acre they were met by a spy, who reported that
the harbor was rendered inaccessible by a vast chain of iron, which the
Saracens had stretched across the entrance. This formidable obstacle lent
new vigor to Richard's arm. Selecting the largest and strongest galley in
the fleet, he filled it with the stoutest rowers, took his station on the
bows of the vessel, ordered it to be directed against the middle of the
chain, and watching the moment of utmost tension, struck it so violently
with his battle-axe, that it gave way, and the whole fleet passed
triumphantly into the harbor.


CHAPTER VI.

SELECTED FROM THE CHRONICLE OF VINSAUF, 1191.

"On the Saturday before the festival of the blessed Apostle Barnabas, in
the Pentecost week, King Richard landed at Acre with his retinue, and the
earth was shaken by the acclamations of the exulting Christians. The
people testified their joy by shouts of welcome, and the clang of
trumpets; the day was kept as a jubilee, and universal gladness reigned
around, on account of the arrival of the king, long wished-for by all
nations. The Turks, on the other hand, were terrified and cast down by his
coming, for they perceived that all egress and return would be at an end,
in consequence of the multitude of the king's galleys. The two kings
conducted each other from the port, and paid one another the most
obsequious attention. Then King Richard retired to the tent, previously
prepared for him, and, forthwith, entered into arrangements about the
siege; for it was his most anxious care to find out by what means,
artifice, and machines they could capture the city without loss of time.

"No pen can sufficiently describe the joy of the people on the king's
arrival, nor tongue detail it. The very calmness of the night was thought
to smile upon them with a purer air; the trumpets clanged, horns sounded,
and the shrill intonations of the pipe, and the deeper notes of the
timbrel and harp, struck upon the ear; and soothing symphonies were heard,
like various voices blended in one; and there was not a man who did not,
after his own fashion, indulge in joy and praise; either singing popular
ballads to testify the gladness of his heart, or reciting the deeds of the
ancients, stimulating by their example the spirit of the moderns. Some
drank wine from costly cups, to the health of the singers; while others
mixing together, high and low, passed the night in constant dances.

"And their joy was heightened by the subjugation of the island of Cypruss,
by King Richard; a place so useful and necessary to them, and one which
would be of the utmost service to the army. As a further proof of the
exultation of their hearts, and to illume the darkness of the night, wax
torches, and flaming lights sparkled in profusion, so that night seemed to
be usurped by the brightness of the day, and the Turks thought the whole
valley was on fire."


CHAPTER VII.

  "Out upon the fool! Go speak thy comforts
  To spirits tame and abject as thyself;
  They make me mad!"
                                BAILLIE.

From the port of Acre, the great plain of Esdraelon stretches east to the
Lake of Gennesareth, dividing the country into two parts. This plain has
been the Aceldama of the nations that have warred in Palestine. There the
stars in their courses fought against Sisera, there Saul and his sons fled
and fell down slain before the Philistines, there the good King Josiah was
conquered by the Egyptians, and there the Christians and Moslems with
deadly enmity contended for the sovereignty of the Holy Land. The city of
Acre was the possession of the Infidels. Around it the besiegers, gathered
out of every nation in Europe, lay in countless multitudes; splendid
pavilions, gorgeous ensigns, glittering weapons, and armorial cognizances
of every hue and form that individual fancy and national peculiarity could
suggest, studding the plain, with all the varied colors that light weaves
upon the changing texture of autumn foliage. Beyond the beleaguering
forces were encamped the sons of Islam, Turks, Tartars, Egyptians, and
Bedouins, covering mountains, valleys, hills, and plains, with white and
shining tents, while the black banner of Saladin floated above all in
proud defiance of the crimson standard of the cross. The arrival of the
English increased the camp of the crusaders, so that it stretched in a
semicircle round Acre, from sea to sea, precluding all intercourse between
the Soldan and the city, while the Pisans with their light galleys cut off
all supplies by sea.

Richard with the money he had brought from Cyprus, liberally rewarded the
valor of the soldiers and diffused new courage among the troops. The King
of England on the coast of Palestine, did not acknowledge himself the
vassal of the King of France. In the council of the chiefs he had equal,
if not greater influence, and in matters of general interest the rival
sovereigns were usually found upon opposite sides. Sybilla, wife of Guy de
Lusignan, was dead. Conrad of Montserrat, Prince of Tyre, having married
her sister Isabella, claimed the ideal crown of Jerusalem. Philip
supported the pretensions of Conrad, while Richard lent his powerful aid
to Lusignan. The Genoese and Templars sided with Philip, the Pisans and
Hospitallers with Richard. Philip strove to seduce the vassals of Richard
in right of his suzerainship, and offered three pieces of gold a month to
each of the Norman knights that would join his standard, while Richard,
more wealthy and less parsimonious, offered four pieces to such French
feudatories as would be induced to fight under the banner of England.

These factions destroyed the unanimity so essential to success, and
embarrassed every enterprise. In this posture of affairs, both monarchs
were attacked with the fever incident to the climate, and thus though the
garrison of Acre were suffering from famine, the besiegers were not in a
condition to press their advantage.

       *       *       *       *       *

King Richard lay tossing upon his couch, consumed with fever and
impatience, and scarcely enduring the gentle endeavors of his beloved
queen to win him from the vexing thoughts that disturbed his repose.
"Drink, my lord," said Berengaria, presenting him a cooling draught, "and
compose thyself to rest. The leech saith that sleep is the best medicine
for these Syrian maladies."

"Talk of sleep to the steed that hears the war trump, but speak not of
rest and quiet to Richard while the banner of Islam floats in sight of the
Christian camp. But for this cursed fever I should have stood beside the
noble Alberic, and my gallant Knights of the Blue Thong on the walls of
Acre."

Berengaria repressed an involuntary shudder. "Nay then, must I thank God
for the fever, since else, we had this night to bewail not the loss of the
French count alone, but the destruction of the bulwark of Christendom."

"Thou reasonest like a woman, as thou art," said Richard, in a petulant
tone. "Thinkest thou the English curtel axe no better weapon than a
Gascon's spear?"

"My woman's reason follows the fears of my woman's heart," said the queen,
her eyes filling with tears, "and teaches me were Richard gone, both
Palestine and Berengaria would lie at the mercy of the French king."

"By my halidome thou speakest truth," said Richard, tossing uneasily upon
his side. "Therefore it chafes me to lie here inactive, lest perchance the
crafty Philip first plant his standard upon the towers of Acre."

Feeling her utter inability to select topics in which the irascible
monarch would not find causes of irritation, Berengaria summoned his
favorite Blondel with the lute. But scarcely had Richard consented to
listen to a Provençal chanson when the Earl of Salisbury entered.

"Ha! Longespee," exclaimed the monarch, "thou hast tidings from the
leaders of the christian host."

At the first entrance of Richard's warlike brother Berengaria had retired
so as to be invisible to her lord, and motioned to silence. Hastily
returning Richard's salutation, William conferred apart for a few moments
with the queen and Joanna.

"The malady increases," said she, in much agitation. "Chafe him not with
ill tidings, I do beseech thee. Already the fever burns to the verge of
madness. Life depends upon his repose."

"What whisper ye?" exclaimed Coeur de Lion, startling them by his energy.
"I tell you I will know all. Longsword, shamest thou the blood of the
Plantagenet by counselling with women and leeches? Speak, man, I command
thee."

Not daring farther to irritate the imperious invalid, the son of Rosamond
came forward and stated that the Turks, perceiving the christian army very
much dejected at the loss of Count Alberic and his scaling party, had sent
to beg a truce of eight days, promising at the same time, if the Soldan
did not send them speedy assistance, to give up the city, on condition
that all the Turks might be allowed to depart with their arms and
property. In consequence of the severe indisposition of Richard, the
chiefs had deemed it prudent not to disturb him with these matters; and
hence the King of France and the Duke of Austria had taken the
responsibility of returning a favorable answer to the proposition.

"By my father's soul," exclaimed Richard, "the son of France is more
craven than I deemed. To give up the prize when just within our grasp is
not to be thought of. Send the ambassadors to me. They shall find that
Coeur de Lion will not barter glory for a deserted city. Go," added he,
observing the hesitation of Longsword, "and venture not into my presence
again without the envoys."

"But the leech said--" interposed Berengaria. "The curse of sweet Jesus
upon the leech! Am I to be subject to nurses, dosed with physic, and
soothed with lullabys, like a muling child? Away! or my chamberlain shall
enforce thy absence," said he, darting his first angry glance at his
trembling queen.

Finding all remonstrance vain, the discomfited females yielded to his
impetuosity, only obtaining for themselves the grace of being present at
the interview. Ill as he was, the monarch was clothed in his robes of
state; and with a cheek glowing with fever and eyes sparkling with
unwonted brilliancy, was supported by cushions upon a settle, hastily
arranged to answer the purpose of a throne. Scarcely were these
preliminaries arranged, when the chamberlain ushered in Longsword with the
envoys. The swarthy Egyptian Mestoc, with his splendid caftan and white
turban, particularly attracted the admiration of the silent females, and
seemed to exercise a fascinating power upon Elsiebede, who perused his
countenance as though she discerned in it the familiar features of a
friend.

The anger which Richard had testified towards his attendants, was modified
into a haughty courtesy as he conversed with the noble Saracens. He cut
off at once all parley concerning the proposition for permitting the Turks
to leave the city without ransom, but he graciously accorded his assent to
the truce. Berengaria observed with terror that though Caracois exhibited
as lively an interest in the negotiations as the gravity of the Turks ever
allowed, Mestoc seemed more occupied in scanning the person of the
monarch, and regarded with wonder and curiosity the signet that glittered
upon his finger.

The conference was scarcely over, when Richard sank back pale and
exhausted from his recent exertion, and the leech being speedily summoned,
insisted that the king should be left alone with him for the remainder of
the night. Preparing a sleeping draught, and almost forcing it down the
throat of his refractory patient, he moved the light into the anteroom of
the tent, and giving the chamberlain strict orders not to admit any one,
upon whatever pretext, sat down to watch the effect of his remedies. After
a few uneasy tossings and muttered ejaculations of vexation and disquiet,
the monarch sank into a heavy slumber, broken only by occasional
imprecations against the Infidels, whom he battled in sleep with an
animosity that would have done credit to his waking vengeance.

As the twilight deepened into darkness, the coolness of the Syrian evening
shed the grateful dew of slumber upon the weary eyelids of those who had
answered the constant demands of the royal invalid, and brought the happy
oblivion of rest to those who had engaged in the more warlike duties of
the arblast and mangonel. The sounds of life gradually decreased, and a
profound silence reigned throughout the christian camp uninterrupted, save
by the tread of the patrol who took his weary round upon the outposts,
like the sentinel of a beleaguered city.

       *       *       *       *       *

In her protracted efforts to quiet the sobbing queen, Elsiebede learned a
curious and inexplicable fact, namely, that a greater draft is made upon
the patience and energy of the nurse by the over-excited feelings of the
sensitive wife, than by the real wants of the sick man himself. Thus the
leech had long been dozing upon his watch, ere the anxious Moorish girl
had found it possible to leave the bedside of her mistress. At length the
incessant calls upon her sympathy subsided into sighs which gradually
relaxed into the regular breathing of healthy slumber, and the impatient
attendant stealing noiselessly from the apartment sought among the
attendants for the wily Salaman.

"Awake, Salaman," she whispered, softly. The black instantly arose,
without salutation or remark, and stood before her rolling his eyes in
perfect self-possession, as though to repel the suspicion that a person of
his active vigilance could have been detected in the weakness of slumber.
Laying her finger upon her lip, Elsiebede led the way among sleeping
guards to the little enclosure in front of the tent. "Bring me," said she,
"the signet-ring from the hand of the king." Salaman, who had long labored
under the hallucination that no feat could be beyond his ability, looked
absolutely sober at this unheard-of proposition, ejaculating, "It is to
put my head into the lion's mouth!" but instantly recovering his
self-complacency, he added, "Nothing can be easier. Remain here till I
come." Skilfully avoiding the tent ropes, he wormed himself under the
folds of the pavilion into the outer apartment, where the chamberlain and
guard were snoring in melodious concert, and carefully lifting the curtain
entered the royal presence. But through the darkness that reigned, he
could not readily discern the precise location of the monarch's couch.
Creeping stealthily over the floor, he first laid his hand upon the foot
of the physician, which with an instinctive kick warned him of his
dangerous vicinity. Finally, as his eyes became accustomed to the
darkness, he discovered the sparkle of the jewel upon the hand of the
monarch, hanging over the side of the bed. To withdraw the ring from the
somewhat attenuated finger was the work of a moment, but the touch,
however slight, was sufficient to disturb the slumbering lion. "Ha! the
foul fiend!" ejaculated the dreamer, clutching the woolly hair of the
negro. "The talisman is safe--cheer--thee--Berengaria--" Inarticulate
sounds followed, which finally died away in silence; when Salaman, with
practised caution, extricated his head from the lion's paw, and effected
his retreat by the same stealthy and tedious process. Elsiebede awaited
his coming with torturing impatience. Grasping the ring, she muffled her
face in the veil usually worn by eastern females, and bidding him follow
her took her way towards the city. The moon, just dipping its silver rim
in the Mediterranean with its parting beam, threw the lengthened shadow of
the patrol full across their way. Cowering behind the awning of a tent
they paused breathless and terrified, while the sentinel, turning his face
towards Jerusalem, shouted above their heads in a tone rendered clear and
startling by the stillness of the midnight, "Help! Help! Help for the Holy
Sepulchre!" The adjacent sentinel took up the cry, repeating the words to
his neighbor, who passed the watchword on, till "Help! Help! Help for the
Holy Sepulchre!" echoed in all the languages of Europe, smote upon the ear
of every sleeper in the christian camp. When the sounds died away in the
distance, the patrol continued his round. The terror of Elsiebede afforded
infinite amusement to Salaman, whose irrepressible laughter added to her
fears of being discovered, and increased her trepidation.

After this adventure they pursued their course with renewed speed, and
arrived without molestation at the outpost, where the guard challenged
their advance. Elsiebede presented the monarch's signet saying, "Delay
not our errand," and the guard muttering, "There is ever some woman's
prank in the light head of the queen," suffered them to pass. As they took
their solitary way between the camp and the walls of Acre, Salaman
ventured to inquire, "Whither goest thou, Elsiebede?"

"I scarce know," replied the girl, in a husky voice, "but this evening
there came before King Richard, one who looked upon me with my mother's
eyes; and as he left the pavilion, he whispered me in the language of the
Gyptianos, 'Meet me when the moon sets, at the tower of Maledictum.'"

"This way lieth the tower," said Salaman, drawing her to the right. They
now approached the black and frowning walls of Acre, and turning an angle
came close upon a small party of Turks sleeping upon the earth, and were
challenged in the Moorish tongue. Salaman readily answered in the same
language. Mestoc immediately advanced, and taking the hand of Elsiebede
led her apart, and a long and earnest conversation ensued.

When she returned to Salaman, tears were on her cheek, and hiding her face
in her veil, with no other explanation than, "He is the brother of my
mother," she led the way back to the royal tent. "Haste thee," said she,
thrusting the ring into his hand. "Should the prince awake, we are lost."
Salaman sped on his errand, and repeated his perilous adventure with
success. Not daring, however, to place the ring upon the monarch's finger,
he laid it upon the covering near his hand, and effected a retreat, as far
as the anteroom, where he unluckily stumbled against the settle on which
rested the guard. The chamberlain instantly started to his feet, and
Salaman quick as thought overturned the light, and escaped into the
sleeping apartment of the common attendants, but here his progress was
arrested by a half-awakened soldier, who seized his ankle and held him
fast. Hither as soon as the lamp could be relighted, he was pursued by the
chamberlain, but such was the confusion, betwixt the muttering of those
unwilling to be disturbed, and the blunders of those who fancied
themselves broad awake, such was the cursing of devil, Turk and Infidel,
that no one had the faintest idea of what had happened. Scarcely had the
chamberlain fixed his eyes upon the real culprit, when with the angry and
important air of a responsible person, most unceremoniously wakened,
Elsiebede entered, and advancing straight to Salaman, seized and began to
shake him with the greatest violence, thus freeing him from the grasp of
the guard. "Waken, minion," said she, "waken, I say. What gambols art thou
playing again in thy sleep? I warrant me, thou hast an unquiet conscience.
My lady will send thee from her service, if thou dost not confess thy
sins, and rest in peace." The black rubbed his eyes, and stumbling about
like one but half awake, succeeded in gaining his pallet, and joyfully
ensconced himself beneath the covering.

"Thou seest," said Elsiebede, turning to the chamberlain, "the knave hath
a trick of sleep-walking. Order these that they may remain quiet, for I
would not that my mistress should be disturbed." Thus saying, she quitted
the apartment.

"A trick of walking, he certainly hath," grumbled the chamberlain, "but
whether sleeping or waking, misdoubts me. The misshapen unbeliever can
bring no good to a christian household."

In the royal tent, there was still greater clamor. The monarch roused by
the first unlucky step of Salaman, and finding himself in darkness,
vociferated loudly for a light; but gaining no answer waxed wroth, and
seizing the medicine cup as the readiest missile, hurled it in the
direction of the snoring physician. The silver coming in contact with the
skull of the doctor, animated him to a remarkable degree; betwixt the
darkness and the pain, he plunged about the room without knowing for what
intent, till he fell prostrate across the couch of the king, who mistaking
him for an invading Turk, beat him terribly with the pillows; and roaring
for sword, spear and battle-axe, in the name of all the saints in the
calendar, defied him to mortal combat.

At this juncture the chamberlain returned with the light, and seeing the
king thus inflicting summary justice upon the leech, despite his own
vexation burst into a hearty laugh, in which Richard, having already
expended the superabundance of his choler, as soon as he comprehended the
state of the case, joined with the greatest glee. The doctor meanwhile
failed to see the point of the joke, and rubbing his head, declared with
professional authority that nothing could be worse for the patient than
such immoderate exercise and laughter. Picking up the cup, with a rueful
countenance he mixed a fresh potion, which the facetious monarch drank to
his health, and so composed himself again to rest.

Coeur de Lion received his ring when it was found upon the floor, without
any sign of surprise, and readily accounted for its loss, saying, "Our
royal signet is scarcely safe upon this emaciated hand, especially since
we are liable to do battle for Christendom without gauntlet or sword." The
castigation which he had given the doctor put him in such high good humor,
that he swallowed the necessary nostrums with great facility, and the
worthy leech fully appreciating this part of the joke availed himself of
the king's unwonted condescension, to administer those nauseous
restoratives which the monarch had before obstinately refused.


CHAPTER VIII.

  "Ah, never shall the land forget
  How gushed the life-blood of the brave,
  Gushed warm with hope and courage yet
  Upon the soil they fought to save."
                                BRYANT.

The eight days' truce was over, and Philip, recovered from his illness,
again led the assault to the walls of Acre. Richard, also slowly
convalescing, was borne to the scene of conflict, where he directed the
operations of his warlike engines, offering a reward for every stone the
soldiers dislodged from the tower Maledictum. The French had a machine of
great power which they called "Bad neighbor," and the Turks, on their
side, opposed to it a similar one named "Bad brother." These engines were
plied day and night, and the tower became the scene of every variety of
fierce attack and resolute defence, both by single combat and united
effort. One morning a gigantic Turk, wearing the armor of Count Alberic,
showed himself upon the wall in an attitude of defiance, when Richard, who
had yielded to the representations of the chiefs, so far as to refrain
from personal encounter, seized an arblast and sent an arrow winged with
death to the heart of the Infidel. The exasperated Turks ran together to
avenge his fall. The Christians met them with equal alacrity, and a
slaughter ensued which continued till the darkness of night separated the
combatants.

The Christians had commenced undermining the tower, and had proceeded to
some distance under the wall, when they encountered a party of Turks who
were mining for egress in the opposite direction. The noise of the digging
and the uncertain light had prevented each from discovering the other,
till the earth, suddenly giving way between them, the foes stood face to
face, mattocks and shovels in hand. But when the astonished Turks saw that
they had thus assisted the Christians to enter the city, they fled with
great precipitation, and at once closed up the entrance. That night a part
of the tower Maledictum fell, and the Saracens perceiving that all further
resistance would be vain, offered conditions of peace. They agreed to give
up the city of Acre with all the treasures contained in it, both in money,
arms, and clothing, to pay over two hundred thousand Saracenic talents,
and restore the true cross which had been taken by the Moslems in the
battle of Tiberias. After much debate the council of chiefs acceded to
these proposals, and all the Paynim noblemen in the city were given up as
hostages till the conditions should be fulfilled. The preliminaries
arranged, the gates were thrown open, and the Turks with grave but
cheerful countenance and undaunted demeanor passed out of the city through
the Christian camp towards Tiberias.

SELECTED FROM VINESAUF.

"At last when all the Turks had departed, the Christians with the two
kings at their head, entered the city without opposition through the open
gates with dances and joy, and loud vociferations, glorifying God, and
giving Him thanks, because he had magnified His mercy to them, and had
visited them and redeemed His people. Then the banners and various
standards of the two kings were raised on the walls and towers, and the
city was equally divided between them. They also made a proportionate
division of the arms and provisions they found; and the whole number of
captives being reckoned, was divided by lot. The noble Caracois, and a
large number fell to the lot of the King of France; and King Richard had
for his portion Mestoc and the remainder. Moreover, the King of France had
for his share the noble palace of the Templars, with all its
appurtenances; and King Richard had the royal palace, to which he sent the
queens with their damsels and handmaids; thus each obtained his portion in
peace. The army was distributed through the city, and after the
protracted contest of so long a siege, gave themselves indulgence, and
refreshed themselves with the rest they needed."

       *       *       *       *       *

No sooner were the Crusaders settled in the city than new troubles arose.
Leopold, Duke of Austria, being a relative of Isaac Comnenus, who had
joined the Templars, insisted that the Cypriot lady should be transferred
to his custody; but Berengaria having become tenderly attached to her,
refused to give her up. The quarrel ran high, and the exasperated Richard,
in a moment of wrath, tore down the banner of Austria from the walls of
Acre. This indignity gave rise to a mortal enmity, which hindered the arms
and embarrassed the counsels of the croises during the whole campaign. The
Christians, however, repaired the shattered walls and dwellings of the
city, the clergy rebuilt and consecrated the altars, and the army watching
for the fulfilment of Saladin's promises, rested from their fatigues in
the enjoyment of security and luxury. Before the expiration of the period
granted for the redemption of the hostages, Philip Augustus, feigning
illness, but in reality suffering with a consuming jealousy of the
superiority of his rival, declared his intention of returning to Europe.
The chiefs assembled in council protested against this unworthy desertion
of the common cause, since Saladin, depressed by the fall of Acre, was in
no situation to contest their route to Jerusalem. When Richard heard of
Philip's determination, he outdid himself in the curses and maledictions
he called down upon the recreant prince, and peremptorily refused to hold
any communication upon the subject: but at last having expended the
violence of his anger, he compromised by giving his consent to the measure
on condition that the Duke of Burgundy and a large part of the French
should remain in Syria, and that Philip should make oath to leave the
realm of England unmolested, till forty days after Richard should himself
return to his dominions. The French monarch then left Acre amidst the
hisses and imprecations of the spectators. He stopped at Tyre, and
resigning to Conrad his claim upon the conquered city, and the ransom of
the Turkish captives, sailed for Europe. The term fixed for the redemption
of the hostages had well nigh expired, and still Saladin protested his
inability to find the true cross, and under different pretexts excused
himself from redeeming the prisoners.

The palace of the Emir in Acre, with its sheltered verandahs, cooling
fountains, and richly cultivated gardens afforded a delightful residence
for the household of Coeur de Lion. Elsiebede, in whom it revived the
recollections of her childhood in the Alhambra, revelled in luxuries, each
of which was endeared by happy associations.

A safe retreat being thus provided for his tender charge, Richard,
intending as soon as practicable to commence his route to Jerusalem,
ordered the petrarias, mangonels, and other warlike engines to be packed
for transportation. He also despatched messengers to Conrad, Prince of
Tyre, requiring him to repair with his hostages and army to Acre, to
receive his share of the ransom, and to be ready to march against the
Infidels. The marquis refused; declaring that he dared not venture into
Richard's presence, and that if the true cross were ever recovered, he was
to receive half of it for the King of France, and until that time he
should not give up the hostages.

A longer period having elapsed than that which had been assigned for the
treaty, the council of chiefs was called to deliberate upon the fate of
the captives. To leave three thousand prisoners without a sufficient
guard, would be to surrender the city again to the Turks. To attempt to
convey them with the army would be an inconceivable burden, attended with
infinite danger. To provision such a multitude, whether in the city or
camp, would be an intolerable tax upon the rapidly exhausting finances;
and to set them free would be to add that number of active warriors to the
ranks of their vigilant foe, and so to defeat the very end of the
expedition. It was therefore determined that the hostages, on the
following day, should be led forth upon an adjacent hill, and executed for
the discomfiture of the Mohammedans, and the edification of all true
Christians.

The noble Mestoc, considered as one of the most important and valuable of
the hostages, received distinguishing marks of favor. He was lodged
according to his rank, and enjoyed a freedom beyond that extended to the
other prisoners, and thus Elsiebede obtained frequent interviews without
giving rise to a suspicion of the relationship between them.

On the evening of the council of the chiefs, Salaman had managed, by means
best known to himself, to hear all that passed, which he faithfully
reported to Elsiebede.

The following night, as Mestoc was quietly reposing unconscious of the
fate that menaced the Turkish prisoners, he was surprised by a visit from
his niece, who, informing him of the purposes of the Christians, besought
him to make his escape in a disguise she had prepared for the purpose.

The noble Egyptian refused, but moved by her pleadings, said to her,
"Hadst thou a messenger by whom I might transmit a token to the
Soldan--but no, the gray of night already foretelleth the dawn. It is too
late. Had the Soldan valued the poor services of his servant, he had not
left him to die by the hand of a christian dog. Allah be praised, Death is
the key that opens the gate of Paradise."

Finding further importunity vain, Elsiebede with many tears took her
departure, revolving in her mind other methods of procuring a release.

At early morning, the prisoners were conducted in mournful procession
through the gates of the city, by a great multitude of the most devout and
warlike Christians, who, according to a contemporary writer, "marched
forward with delight to retaliate with the assent of Divine Grace, by
taking revenge upon those who had destroyed so many of the Christians with
missiles, bows, and arbalests."

A report from an unknown source was in circulation among the soldiers,
that fresh promises of ransom had been received from Saladin, and that if
the execution could be delayed till evening, messengers would arrive with
the treasure. By this artifice the chief emirs were preserved till long
past noon. But no sign of rescue then appearing, those who looked for the
downfall of Mohammedanism by the utter annihilation of its followers,
caused the work of vengeance to proceed.

The calm indifference with which the Turks regarded the terrific
preparations for their execution, elicited even the admiration of the
Christians. It was not in the heart of a chivalrous knight like Richard,
to look unmoved upon the destruction of his brave and gallant foes. "By
the holy saints," exclaimed he, "this is a hangman's work. It were enough
to tempt the sword of a Christian knight from its scabbard, to see yon
lion-hearted warriors slaughtered like a parcel of silly sheep held in the
butcher's shambles. Wore they but the cross upon their shoulders, I would
sooner reckon them among my followers than the stupid boors of Austria or
the tilting squires of France. Longsword, summon our good bishop of
Salisbury, with the symbols of our holy religion. Peradventure, Divine
Grace may turn the hearts of these brave men to the acknowledgment of the
true faith."

In obedience to the order of the king, the bishop came forward, and
holding up the cross, proclaimed life and liberty to all those who would
renounce their heathen superstitions, and reverence the holy symbol. Not a
voice replied to the offer of pardon, and as the priest, followed by the
executioner, like the destroying angel of the passover, moved among the
ranks of the doomed and presented the crucifix, each man answering, "God
is God and Mahomet is his prophet," bent his head to the fatal stroke,
till of the whole number the noble Mestoc alone remained. King Richard
regarded him with a troubled look, as the priest approached, and
involuntarily raised his hand to stay the blow. The executioner paused;
and the soldiers gazing in silent wonder, turned their eyes doubtfully
from their sovereign to his captive, who stood unmoved among the headless
bodies of the heroic band, that had with him defended the city to the
last extremity, and that now lay stretched around him, the bleeding
holocaust upon the altar of a strange faith.

The death-like silence that prevailed was broken by the faint sound of a
trumpet, and at a distance was seen the flutter of a truce flag borne by a
herald riding at full speed. The messenger advanced to the field of blood,
hastened to the royal presence and presented a letter. The king cutting
the silk with his sword, rapidly ran his eye over the contents, and then
advancing, frankly extended his hand to the rescued Mestoc, saying, "Thy
Soldan has at length fulfilled the conditions of thy ransom. I grieve that
he so little valued the lives of thy brave companions. His tardy measures
forced me upon an evil work. Heaven grant that one day I may, upon his own
person, be able to avenge their death." Then, ordering the squires to
prepare the Cypriot horses, he held the stirrup while the gallant Emir,
with the same grave and tranquil air, that had characterized him through
the whole of that eventful day, mounted Lyard, and himself vaulting upon
the saddle of the beautiful Fanuelle, led the way to the palace.

EXTRACT FROM VINESAUF.

"On the morrow, therefore, of St. Bartholomew, being Sunday, the army was
drawn up, early in the morning, to advance along the sea-coast, in the
name of the Lord. Oh! what fine soldiers they were! You might there see a
chosen company of virtuous and brave youth, whose equals it would have
been difficult to meet with, bright armor and pennons, with their
glittering emblazoning; banners of various forms; lances with gleaming
points; shining helmets, and coats of mail; an army well regulated in the
camp, and terrible to the foe! King Richard commanded the van, and kept
the foremost guard. The Normans and English defended the standard, the
Duke of Burgundy and the French brought up the rear, and by their tardy
movements and long delay incurred severe loss. The army marched from the
seashore, which was on its right, and the Turks watched its movements from
the heights on its left. On a sudden the clouds grew dark, the sky was
troubled, when the army arrived at the narrow roads impassable for the
provision wagons; here, owing to the narrowness of the way, the order of
march was thrown into confusion, and they advanced in extended line, and
without discipline. The Saracens, observing this, poured down suddenly
upon the pack-horses and loaded wagons, slew both horses and men in a
moment, and plundered a great deal of the baggage, boldly charging and
dispersing those who opposed them, as far as the seashore. Then there took
place a fierce and obstinate conflict; each fought for his life. Oh, how
dreadfully were our men then pressed! for the darts and arrows thrown at
them broke the heads, arms and other limbs, of our horsemen, so that they
bent, stunned to their saddle-bows; but having quickly regained their
spirits, and resumed their strength, and thirsting for vengeance, like a
lioness when her whelps are stolen, they charged the enemy and broke
through them like a net. Then you might have seen the horses with their
saddles displaced, the Turks fleeing and returning, and the battle raging
fiercer than before; the one side labored to crush, the other to repel;
both exerted their strength with the utmost fury, till King Richard
hearing that the rear was put into great confusion, rode at full gallop to
their assistance, cutting down the Turks right and left like lightning
with his sword. And quickly, as of yore the Philistines fled from
Maccabeus, so were the Turks now routed, and so did they fly from the face
of King Richard and make for the mountains; but some of them remained
amongst us, having lost their heads."

This extract is a fac-simile of all the chances and changes that occurred
to the Christians on their passage from Acre to Jaffa.


CHAPTER IX.

  "He that hath nature in him, must be grateful;
  'Tis the Creator's primary great law,
  That links the chain of beings to each other."

At Jaffa a new contention arose. The French barons, fatigued with marching
and fruitless skirmishing, advocated the policy of remaining a time in the
city and rebuilding its fortifications; while Plantagenet, anxious to
press his advantage, was desirous of proceeding to Ascalon. The soldiers
remembering with regret the "loaves and fishes" of Acre, inclined to the
counsel of the Duke of Burgundy, and Richard was forced to submit his
better judgment to the unanimous voice of his followers.

It was in vain that the king urged the soldiers to a rapid completion of
the works. The summer faded into autumn, and the fortifications were still
incomplete. The Moslems began to collect in the vicinity of Jaffa, and all
parties of Christians, whether of foraging or falconry, were subject to
frequent surprise and attack. On one occasion, a party of Templars fell
into an ambuscade of the Turks, and Richard, hearing of their danger,
rushed out with a few troops to their assistance. The conflict was
dreadful. Hordes of Infidels fell upon the little band, who, struggling in
the midst of their foes, with great loss carved their way to the city. On
their return, William Longsword remonstrated with the monarch for this
useless exposure of life, to which the generous Coeur de Lion, changing
color with indignation, replied, "Richard Plantagenet knows not the
prudence that weighs safety against glory, and for the rest it is the
office of a king to defend his subjects, and the business of a crusader to
destroy the enemies of the cross."

The defences of Jaffa being complete, Richard prepared to prosecute the
war with vigor. Leaving the city with a small garrison, he led his troops
as far as Ramula, and made their camp on the bloody field where Stephen,
Earl of Blois, received his mortal wound. A winter of extraordinary
inclemency aggravated their hardships. The winds tore up the tents, and
the rain spoiled the provisions, and rusted the arms. Through the hovering
myriads of Saracens the Christians pressed their way almost in sight of
Jerusalem. Richard was animated by the most ardent expectation. But the
Templars, Hospitallers and Pisans, represented the impossibility of
capturing the city, with their army in its present condition, the
impracticability of garrisoning it against the Turks in the neighborhood,
and the certainty that the soldiers as soon as the sepulchre was
recovered, would return to Europe, leaving the rest of Palestine in the
hands of the Infidels. Influenced by these unanswerable arguments, the
disappointed king gave orders to fall back upon Ramula, and continued to
retrograde with his murmuring and discontented army to Ascalon, a city of
great consequence, being the link between the Turks in Jerusalem, and the
Turks in Egypt. The pains and perils of this backward march eclipsed all
former sufferings, and when the dismantled walls of Ascalon at length
received them, Famine stared upon them with her hollow eyes, and Faction
with its sharpened fangs tore asunder the remaining cords that bound
together the wasted body of the croises. The Duke of Burgundy deserted the
standard of Richard, part of the French soldiers retired to Jaffa, others
to Acre, and others to Tyre; and while the proudest nobles and the most
dignified of the clergy were employed like the meanest vassals, in
repairing the ruined fortifications, Leopold wrapped in haughty
selfishness surveyed the works with contemptuous sneers, and remarked,
"The father of Austria was neither a carpenter nor a mason."

The Turkish Soldan aware of the distress of his enemies, considered the
war as nearly at an end, and dismissed a portion of his troops. He even
extended the courtesies of civilized life to the valiant Richard,
furnished his table with Damascene pears, peaches, and other delicacies,
and with a liberal hand supplied the snow of Lebanon to cool his wines.

The chief emirs who, attracted by curiosity or admiration, visited the
court of the British Lion, returned with the most exaggerated accounts of
the urbanity and prowess of the gallant "Melech Ric."

One morning, at an hour somewhat earlier than his usual levee, Richard was
surprised by a visit from Mestoc, accompanied by a female closely veiled.
"Welcome, my noble Moor," exclaimed the king, as the Saracen advanced and
bowed with the ceremonious obeisance of eastern courtesy. "Heaven bless
the chance that hath brought thee hither. Next to a trusty friend,
Plantagenet holds in honor a worthy foe."

The Saracen gravely replied, "The Melech Ric wrongs the errand of his
servant, if he discern not in his ransomed captive, one whom he hath made
his friend."

"I doubt not the truth of thy saying," replied the king, "since reason and
experience teach that ingratitude is incompatible with true courage."

"The chief of the Egyptians is, indeed, thy friend," continued Mestoc;
"but were he twice thy foe, he brings a passport to the heart of the king,
for 'from the place of the beloved, a zephyr hath blown, and thou seest
one whose presence is as the breath of the heliotrope.'" Turning to his
companion, he lifted her veil, and disclosed the features of Elsiebede.

"Elsiebede!" exclaimed the monarch, in astonishment and alarm. "What of my
queen? of Joanna? of England?"

"My royal mistress is in health," replied Elsiebede, "and by this token,"
handing him a casket, "commendeth her love to her absent lord: and peace
resteth upon the household."

"And wherefore comest thou hither? and why under such convoy?" inquired
Richard.

"The errand of my mistress required a faithful messenger; and the chief
will explain the mystery of my coming," replied the girl.

With a puzzled look, Richard turned to Mestoc. "It is, perhaps, unknown
to the prince of the west," said the chieftain, "that this damsel,
Elsiebede, is the daughter of my sister."

"How?" exclaimed Richard, gazing with astonishment upon the Moorish girl.
"Our fair queen has long blinded our eyes to other beauty, or we should
have seen what the most careless observer could not fail to note, that she
has the countenance and bearing of a princess."

"The family of the Prophet (blessed be he)," said Mestoc, his swarthy
cheek reddening with a touch of pride, "boasts not a more noble origin,
than the Gyptianos slave of the Frankish queen."

"But by what means hath she discovered herself to thee in this strange
land?" inquired Richard.

"What saith the proverb?" replied the Saracen. "'The heart thrills at the
sound of the kinsman's voice.' When the Melech Ric gave audience to the
ambassadors of Saladin, the ring upon his finger, once the talisman of our
tribe, arrested my gaze; but the maiden's eyes, brighter than the jewel,
moved me to speak to her in the Egyptian tongue. She comprehended my
words, and met me that night at the tower Maledictum, where I learned her
history and made her acquainted with her kindred. She visited me in
prison, and when I refused to fly, despatched Salaman to the Sultan to beg
my life. For the rest, thou knowest that I thank the brave leader of the
Franks no less than the timely ransom for my rescue. Before leaving the
camp of the Latins I gave the zealous Ethiope a passport, commanding all
true Mussulmans to bring him wherever found, safe to my presence. When,
therefore, thy queen, distressed by the enemies in thine own household,
sought for means to communicate with thee, Salaman conducted Elsiebede to
my tent; and I have hasted to convey her to my deliverer. For what saith
the proverb? 'In the sky it is written, on the pages of the air, he who
doeth kind actions will experience the like.' Notwithstanding, let the
damsel, I pray thee, depart with me; in the tent of my women she shall
have careful attendance. If thou wouldst confer with her, the cunning
Ysop knows her place of rest." Richard assented, and the Saracens
withdrew.

The letters from the queen contained intelligence of the most startling
character. The Genoese and Pisans, rivals for the carrying trade of the
East, had made Acre their seaport, and to give dignity to their commercial
animosities had espoused, the one the party of Conrad, the other that of
Guy de Lusignan. Their feuds had kept the residents of the city in a
constant state of apprehension, and Berengaria entreated her lord to
return to Acre, or to cause her immediately to be transported to Jaffa. In
the same package were despatches from England, of a nature equally
alarming. No sooner had Philip reached Italy than he applied to Pope
Celestine for a dispensation from his oath to leave Richard's domains in
quiet. When that request was denied, he proceeded in a covert manner to
detach Prince John from his allegiance, promised him Alice in marriage,
and offered to make him lord of all Richard's possessions in France. The
prompt measures of Queen Eleanor had in some degree counteracted this
design. Forbidding John, under the penalty of a mother's curse, to invade
his brother's rights, she conveyed the hapless Alice to the strong castle
of Rouen, where she subjected her to an imprisonment more rigorous than
she had herself suffered in Winchester. The principal barons had leagued
with John, or against him, and the whole realm was in a state of ferment.

The political troubles of England, the treachery of the French king, the
solicitude of his beautiful queen, and the dubious prospects of the
crusade, raised a tumult of agitating thoughts in the mind of the king,
and he passed the night in a state of sleepless excitement. Scarcely
waiting for the dawn, he summoned Salaman and despatched him for Mestoc.
Impelled by the pressing exigencies of the case, he intrusted the generous
foe with a knowledge of the embarrassments of his position, and entreated
his good offices in bringing about an accommodation with Saladin,
stipulating only for the possession of Jerusalem and the restoration of
the true cross. The Saracen undertook the commission, and after three days
returned with the answer. With the stateliness of eastern formality the
Mussulman declared his strong desire of peace, and his admiration of the
courage and abilities of Plantagenet; but he asserted that he could never
resign Jerusalem, since the sacred city was as dear to the Moslem as the
Christian world, and that the principles of his religion forbade his
conniving at idolatry by permitting the worship of a piece of wood.
Thwarted in this negotiation, Richard again employed Mestoc to propose a
consolidation of the Christian and Mohammedan interests by the
establishment of a government at Jerusalem, partly European and partly
Asiatic, which should secure to the pilgrims free access to the Holy
Sepulchre, and feudal rights to all Christians who should choose to settle
in Palestine. Mestoc returned from this embassy accompanied by a young
Emir named Saphadin, a brother of the Turkish emperor. The overture of
Coeur de Lion had been favorably received by the sagacious Saladin, but
foreseeing that a stronger bond than a political alliance would be
necessary to bind the two nations together, he had added to the articles
the proposition of a union between his brother and the fair sister of
Melech Ric. Saphadin was also commissioned to conduct the English king and
his followers in safety to Acre.


CHAPTER X.

  "A pen--to register; a key,--
  That winds through secret wards;
  Are well assigned to Memory,
  By allegoric bards."

When Richard arrived at Acre, he found affairs in the greatest confusion.
The dissensions between the rival parties had terminated in open
hostilities, more pressing messages urging his return had arrived from
England, and he was forced to the conclusion that without some concession
on his part, the whole crusade would prove an entire failure. The military
abilities of Guy, were inferior to those of Conrad. Richard thus found it
easy to satisfy his claim by bestowing upon him the rich and beautiful
island of Cyprus, while he conciliated the Genoese, by consenting to the
coronation of the Marquis of Tyre.

Matters being thus accommodated between the jealous mercenaries, the mind
of the king recurred to the original project of identifying the interests
of the east and west, by uniting the heir of the thousand tribes, with the
daughter of Henry Plantagenet. But Joanna, less susceptible of romantic
enthusiasm than her mother, steadfastly rejected the offer of her Paynim
lover, and the bishop of Salisbury, with other zealous priests sustained
her decision, and Coeur de Lion overborne by their clamor, was forced to
relinquish his cherished project. As some slight compensation to the
disappointed Saphadin, he conferred upon him the honor of knighthood, and
dismissed him with the strongest expressions of favor. Coeur de Lion then
despatched a band of nobles to bring Conrad, the newly elected king, with
all due honor to Acre.

Delighted with his splendid prospects, Conrad ordered magnificent
preparations to be made for the ceremony of coronation, and gave himself
up to the most extravagant joy. But returning one day from an
entertainment given by the bishop, he was suddenly seized and stabbed by
two assassins, followers of the Old Man of the Mountain.

His sudden death threw affairs again into confusion. The French who were
encamped outside of Tyre, to the number of ten thousand, called upon the
widow to give up the city for the service of King Philip. This she
steadily refused to do; declaring that her lord had commanded her with his
dying breath to resign it to no one but Richard, or whosoever should be
elected King of Palestine. The French at once commenced hostilities, and
the siege of the city had been some time in progress, when Count Henry of
Champagne arrived in the camp. He was one of the most powerful vassals of
the King of France; his mother was the half-sister both of Richard and
Philip; his father had twice visited the Holy Land, and he was himself
faithful to the interest of the crusade, and a general favorite among the
warriors. The French leaders besought him to accept the crown of the
kingdom, marry the widow of the marquis, and heal the dissensions that
embarrassed the movements of the croises. Richard's consent to this
measure was easily obtained. The nuptials were solemnized with royal
magnificence, and the new king immediately published an edict, calling
upon all his subjects to arm for the ensuing campaign, and join the
English forces at Acre. Before they were ready to set out for the final
conquest of the Holy City, fresh accounts were received from England of
the increasing power of Prince John, and the treachery of Philip Augustus,
but Richard disregarding these pressing calls, determined to strike one
more blow for the Holy Sepulchre. Hymns and thanksgiving testified the
popular joy, and so sanguine were the soldiers of the speedy
accomplishment of their wishes, that they carried with them only a month's
provisions. When they reached Bethlehem, the heats of summer had already
commenced, and Richard began to feel that his force was not sufficient to
encounter the hardships of the siege, and keep up communication with the
stores upon the coast. It was therefore agreed that a council should be
held, consisting of twenty persons; five Templars, five Hospitallers, five
French nobles, and five native Christians of Syria, to decide upon the
measures to be adopted. They ascertained that the Turks had destroyed all
the cisterns within two miles of the city, that the waters of Siloa would
be insufficient for the use of the army, and as the siege was therefore
utterly impracticable, they gave it as their unanimous opinion that the
most eligible plan, would be to proceed direct against Babylon. The French
stoutly opposed this project, declaring that they would march nowhere else
than to the siege of Jerusalem. The debate grew so warm that the Duke of
Burgundy withdrew his forces from the main body of the army, and took up
a separate position.

Harassed by conjectures concerning the condition of his English subjects,
discouraged at the disaffection of his soldiers, grieved at the sight of
sufferings which he could not alleviate, and mortified with the prospect
of a final failure of his enterprise, Richard strolled from the camp to
the brow of an adjacent eminence. Occupied by sad and gloomy meditations,
he walked, with his eyes fixed on the ground, unaware of the extensive
prospect that spread out before him, nor was he conscious of
companionship, till William Longsword taking his arm, disturbed his revery
by saying, "This way, sire, from yonder point can be seen where the
setting sun gilds the towers of Jerusalem." Instinctively the lion-hearted
monarch raised his broad shield to shut out the view, while tears forced
themselves from his manly eyes. "Nay, my brother," said he, "since God
forbids to my unworthy arm the redemption of his Holy Sepulchre, I may not
bless myself with a sight of his sacred city." He turned away, and
silently retraced his steps.

That night as he lay tossing upon his couch unable to sleep, he was
surprised by a stealthy visit from Salaman. The officious black had gained
permission of Mestoc to conduct the king to the cell of a hermit, who
dwelt in one of the rocky caves with which the wilderness of Judea
abounds. The devout man, whose venerable countenance and solemn appearance
gave a strong guaranty for his truth, received the king with the deepest
respect, and declared to him that a long time ago he had concealed a piece
of the Holy Cross, in order to preserve it until Palestine should be
rescued from the Infidels. He stated that Saladin had often pressed him
with the most searching inquiries concerning it, but he had faithfully
guarded the secret, and to the King of England he now committed the
precious relic, for the adoration of those brave men who had so valiantly
fought in defence of the Christian faith. Reverently wrapping it in a
cloth of gold, Richard conveyed it to the camp, and the following day the
whole army were permitted to press their lips upon the sacred wood.

The troops had then orders to retire towards Jaffa, but civil rancor and
fierce dissensions prevailed to such an extent among the forces, that but
little discipline or order could be preserved. When they arrived before
the place, they found it closely besieged by the Saracens, and on the
point of surrender. The conflict which ensued was the most hotly contested
of any that occurred during the Third Crusade. Richard performed prodigies
of valor. His battle-axe gleamed everywhere in the van of the fight,
opening for his followers bloody paths through the centre of the Turkish
divisions. The gallant Fanuelle, plowing her way through the serried
ranks, bore him proudly on, while the arrows and javelins of the Saracens,
rattled idly upon his iron vest, till at length a fallen foe, pierced with
a spear the breast of his favorite, and amid the exulting yells of the
barbarians, horse and rider fell to the ground. Instantly starting to his
feet, he drew his sword, and continued the combat undaunted as before. The
generous Saphadin, who from a distance had watched the prowess of the
valiant European, despatched a groom to his rescue with a splendid Arabian
barb. Remounting, Richard continued the contest till the going down of the
sun, when darkness separated the combatants. Jaffa was rescued, and the
joy of this signal victory in some measure compensated the English for
their bitter disappointment in abandoning Jerusalem. On reviewing his
troops, Richard saw from their diminished numbers the utter hopelessness
of attempting any further conquest, and this sad conviction strengthened
the motives which determined his return to Europe. His late success gave
him the vantage-ground in soliciting an honorable peace with the Soldan,
who, now that Richard was preparing to depart, was better able to estimate
candidly, and appreciate fairly the knightly qualities and heroic courage
that had distinguished his career in the Holy Land.

The Emperor Saladin and Richard Plantagenet, each with a brilliant train
of attendants, met near Mount Tabor, to confer upon the momentous
interests that clustered round the Holy City, and to arrange a protracted
truce. The preliminaries occupied some days. The Saracens insisted upon
the destruction of the fort of Ascalon, the Christians negotiated for the
restoration of Jerusalem. It was at last settled, that Joppa and Tyre, and
the country between them should be ceded to Henry, Count of Champagne,
that Ascalon should be dismantled, and that the Christians should have
free access to the Holy Sepulchre without molestation or tribute. The
presence of Mestoc and Saphadin contributed not a little to the harmonious
adjustment of these intricate affairs. The treaty was to remain in force
three years, three months, three weeks, three days, and three hours, a
number of mysterious sanctity with the people of the East, and a space
which Richard thought sufficient for him to compose the factions in
England, and return to complete the conquest of Palestine.

Since her expedition to Jaffa, Elsiebede had remained in care of her
uncle; and Richard was now informed that Saphadin, disappointed in his
suit with the lady Joanna, had transferred his affections to the
bewitching Gyptianos. The crosses which Coeur de Lion had borne in the
crusade had somewhat moderated the imperiousness of his temper, and taught
him the policy of a seeming acquiescence in inevitable necessity; and thus
though vividly impressed with an anticipation of Berengaria's frowns, he
gracefully acceded to the request of Mestoc, and bestowed the Moorish girl
and her swarthy attendant upon his noble friend.

The Soldan had arranged the pavilion of the christian monarch with the
utmost magnificence, at the southern extremity of the encampment, while
his own sable tent had been pitched opposite on the north. Near the close
of a bright Syrian day, as Richard sat listening to the strains with which
Blondel beguiled the tedium of the listless hours, his chamberlain entered
to announce the emperor. The illustrious Soldan came without the usual
attendants of his rank, and Richard surprised and not ill-pleased by
this mark of friendly familiarity, received him with the frank cordiality
characteristic of his nature. The face of the noble Kurd wore a
seriousness that seemed the result of thought rather than the habitual
gravity of his nation and religion, and Richard, with instinctive
delicacy, dismissed the minstrel, and waited in silent wonder for the
communication of his honored guest. But what was his surprise when the
gifted Saracen, instead of employing the common Lingua Franca, addressed
him easily and fluently in the liquid Provençal. "The Melech Ric," said
he, "wonders to hear his mother-tongue in a foreign land, but not stranger
to thee than to me are my words. Forty and three times have the
constellations described their circles in the heavens since my lip assayed
this language; but thy presence has been to my heart like the beams of the
rising sun that causes the statue of Memnon to speak."

Astonishment prevented reply; but every feature of Coeur de Lion evinced
the intensest curiosity. "Know then," said Saladin, answering the mute
interrogation, "that as the warmth of our Eastern clime flushes the grape
with a deeper hue than the temperate north, so it earlier awakens and
strengthens the passions in the human breast. Hence was it that though but
a youth I saw and loved a beautiful daughter of Frangistan. Her eyes--God
said to them, Be--and they were, affecting my heart with the potency of
wine. Her voice--it made me forget the spirits that stand about the throne
of Allah (blessed be his name), and had not the Prophet ordained that she
should suddenly be torn from me, I might have become a convert to the
faith of the Nazarene."

"Would to heaven thou hadst!" ejaculated Richard, "for Godfrey of Boulogne
could not more worthily fill the throne of Jerusalem."

Without appearing to note the enthusiasm of Richard, the Saracen slowly
unfastened the scarf that bound his caftan, and exhibited the embroidered
cross of Aquitaine.

"Thou art a Christian in thy secret heart," said Richard, starting up at
the sight and grasping the hand of the Soldan. "It solves the mystery of
thy victories. I knew that no unbaptized Infidel could have so prevailed
against the armies of the Lord."

"Nay," said the Mussulman, smiling gravely, "think not the prince of the
thousand tribes worships a symbol as do the Franks, though for the memory
of her whose slender fingers wrought the emblem, I have sometimes spared
the lives of those whom our laws hold accursed--but there is no God but
one God, and Mohammed is his Prophet."

Somewhat abashed Richard sat holding the scarf in his hand and murmuring
half aloud, "The Provençal tongue; the cross of Aquitaine; a daughter of
Frangistan." Then raising his eyes he said, with a look of painful
embarrassment, "Noble Saladin, thy generous interest in the English
crusader is sufficiently explained. Destroy not, I pray thee, the
gratitude of the son of Eleanor by alluding to the follies of the mother."

"Nay," said Saladin, satisfied that he had correctly interpreted the
hereditary peculiarities, which his observant eye had detected in Richard,
"the name of the beloved is secure from reproach; but my memory still
looks upon her as she was, and I would fain teach my imagination to regard
her as she is. Dwells she in the trembling tent of age? or has the angel
Azrael drawn around her silent couch the curtain of perpetual night?"

"She lives," returns Richard, proudly, "regent of my noble realm.
Thousands receive benefits from her hands, which as thy poet saith, 'are
the keys of the supplies of Providence.'"

"I am content," replied the Saracen. "For the rest, hitherto, I have kept
my secret in a house with a lock, whose key is lost, and whose door is
sealed. So let it be henceforth between us. The peace of Allah rest upon
Melech Ric, and may he die among his kindred." As he arose to leave the
tent the voice of the muezzein was heard through the camp calling, "To
prayer, to prayer." The noble chief paused upon the threshold, and turning
his face toward Mecca, bowed his forehead to the dust, and reverently
repeated the Mohammedan blessing.

Early on the subsequent day, the Latins prepared for departure, and there
remained only the last formalities of ratifying the treaty. As the two
monarchs, disdaining the common obligation of an oath, advanced to the
centre of that fair and flowery meadow, and extended their hands above the
parchment, they seemed the representatives of Mohammedan superstition and
Christian enthusiasm, and a prophetic eye might have read in the
appearance of these leaders of the belligerent powers, that for a century
had caused the earth to tremble beneath their tread, the character and the
destiny of the nations which they represented. The form and countenance of
the Saracen, erect and calm, but lithe and wary, with a certain air of
majesty and repose, indicated a consciousness of the decay of youthful
vigor, but a sense of compensation however in the resources of wisdom and
skill laid up in the storehouse of experience, for the necessities of
declining years. In the compact and muscular frame, and sparkling eyes of
Richard, were expressed that reckless spirit of pursuit, that ardor of
passion, enthusiasm of love, romance, and religion, that steady
self-reliance, born of conscious strength and indomitable will, which
characterized the growing nations of Europe, and finally gave the dominion
of the world to the Anglo-Saxon race. Grasping each other's hands, these
two exponents of Oriental tactics and European chivalry mutually pledged
their faith to the treaty, and parted less like deadly foes, than faithful
friends, who hoped to meet again.


CHAPTER XI.

            "He that can endure
  To follow with allegiance a fallen lord,
  Doth conquer him that did his master conquer,
  And earns a place i' the story."

On his arrival at Acre, Richard learned that the friends of Conrad accused
him as the instigator of the assassination, and that reports had been
conveyed to Europe impeaching his honor as a king, and his fame as a
warrior. Deeming it unsafe to attempt the passage in the Trenc-the-mere,
he committed Berengaria and her ladies again to the care of Stephen de
Turnham and his faithful Blondel, and saw them safely embarked for
Navarre, Sept. 29, 1192. The following month, having provided for the safe
return of the soldiers and pilgrims who had accompanied him on his
fruitless expedition, he himself last of all, in the disguise of a
Templar, sailed from the port of Acre. As the rocky heights of Lebanon and
the lofty summit of Carmel faded from his view, he stretched his hands
towards the receding shores, and while tears streamed from his eyes,
prayed aloud, "Oh Holy Land, I commend thee to God; and, if his heavenly
grace shall grant me so long to live, I trust that I shall return
according to his good pleasure, and set thee free from all thine enemies."

The voyage proved more disastrous than was common, even in those days of
unpractised navigation. Many of the English vessels were wrecked upon the
shores of Africa, others fortunately reached friendly ports whence the
warriors returned by land to Britain. Six weeks after his departure from
Acre, the vessel of Richard encountered a pirate ship off the coast of
Barbary. Learning from the commander that his misfortunes had become
known, and that the French lords were prepared to seize him as soon as he
should land in Marseilles, he determined, as his ship was already
unseaworthy, to pass up the Adriatic, and make his way through Germany.
Landing not far from Venice with six companions, he pursued his route to
the north. But news of the dispersion of his fleet had already reached
Germany, and orders had been issued, that all travellers should be closely
interrogated. His companions were arrested; but the monarch escaped,
attended only by a boy who understood the language of the country, and
conducted him to houses of entertainment, unfrequented by persons of rank.
Thus resting by day and travelling by night, they reached the borders of
the Danube. Secure in his disguise, the king began to enjoy the frank
hilarity and hearty cheer of the inn kitchen, and with a good nature
appropriate to his assumed character, assisted in the preparations for the
evening repast. A loitering spy observing a costly jewel upon the finger
of the pretended friar, at once reported the suspicious circumstance to
the governor. A company of soldiers were immediately despatched to arrest
him, the leader of which was an Austrian who had served under him in
Palestine. The house was searched, and the landlord subjected to a close
scrutiny concerning harboring a man of the description of the hunted
monarch. "There be no such person here," indignantly exclaimed the boor,
"unless it be the Templar in the kitchen roasting fowls." The officers
immediately followed the hint, and surprised the fictitious palmer with
the spit in his hand. The Austrian cavalier recognized, at once, the
herculean frame and ruddy countenance of the king. "It is he. Seize him,"
cried he to his minions. Notwithstanding a valiant resistance, Richard was
overborne by numbers and conveyed to the castle of Tenebreuse, where for
several months all trace of him was lost.

       *       *       *       *       *

Meanwhile the vessel containing the princesses arrived safely at Naples,
whence they journeyed to Rome. The enmity of Philip, and vague reports
concerning the shipwreck of her husband, so terrified Berengaria that she
remained here under the protection of the pope till the ensuing spring.
During the carnival, the services of the royal ladies were in requisition
for a brilliant masquerade. The affair, involving an uncommon call for
bijouterie, the queen found no little amusement in searching the shops of
the jewellers in pursuit of appropriate decorations. On one of these
excursions her attention was attracted by the appearance of a boy clad in
mean apparel who was offering a valuable jewel for sale. The eagerness and
suspicion with which the shopman regarded it excited her curiosity, and
stepping forward she recognized the signet ring of Richard. Hastily
purchasing the precious talisman she ordered the youth to follow her,
intending to question him further concerning his master; but when she
reached her apartments, he had disappeared. She sent messengers in every
direction, and caused the most searching inquiries to be made, but all in
vain; he was nowhere to be found. Her anxiety for the fate of Richard,
found vent in fruitless exertions and floods of tears. The mysterious
circumstances reawakened all her superstitious apprehensions. She was
convinced that the fatal ring which she had so foolishly given and so
weakly allowed him to retain, had finally accomplished his prediction,
"betrayed him to his direst foe, or drowned him in the sea." At one moment
she bewailed him as dead, at the next upbraided her friends for neglecting
to deliver him from the dungeon in which she was positive the Duke of
Austria had confined him. Blondel, whose devotion to his royal friend
equalled her own, set off at once under the character of a wandering
minstrel in search of his master.

At length the pope, moved by Berengaria's distress, placed her under the
escort of Count Raimond of Toulouse, the hero of the tournament, who, with
a strong guard, conducted the queens across the country to Navarre. The
valiant Raimond soon found it an easier and pleasanter task to soothe the
mind of the lovely Joanna, than to listen to the unavailing complaints of
the despairing Berengaria, and so resigned did he become to his grateful
duties, that before they reached the end of their journey he had become a
candidate for the office during life of sympathizer and protector.

In the joy of welcoming her youngest daughter, Queen Eleanor forgot her
hereditary enmity to her cousin of Toulouse, and Count Raimond received
the hand of Joanna with the resignation of the contested claim to that
splendid fief, which had so long filled the south of France with strife
and bloodshed. Deprived of the society of the tranquil and considerate
Joanna, Berengaria was more than ever lonely and disconsolate, and the
death of her father, Sancho the Wise, not long after, added another weight
to the sorrow that oppressed her.

Eleanor's detention of the Princess Alice had drawn upon Normandy a fierce
invasion by Philip Augustus, and the noble domain might have fallen a prey
to his rapacity had not Sancho the Strong, moved by the pleadings of his
sister, traversed France with a choice band of knights, and compelled his
grasping sovereign to abandon the siege of Rouen.

       *       *       *       *       *

Meantime the faithful Blondel traverses many a weary league in search of
the lion-hearted king. His harp gives him ready entrance to the castles of
the great and the cottages of the lowly. Warriors mingle their rude voices
with the chorus of his soul-stirring tensons, and light-hearted maidens
weep pitying tears at the sound of his tender _plaintes_. Stern jailers,
like the Furies that guarded the lost Eurydice, leave their dismal
avocations, and "listening crowd the sweet musician's side." The lyre of
Orpheus draws back the rusty bolts and opens wide the ponderous doors, and
many a hapless prisoner is charmed with the strains of light and love that
for years had only visited his dreams.

But Richard is not among the minstrels; his voice echoes not in the chorus
of the warriors; his sad complaint is not heard among the wail of the
captives. The troubadour turns away disappointed from each new trial, but
restless affection prompts him to repeated endeavors, and ephemeral
hopes continually lead him on.

He wanders along the banks of the Danube, he sits beneath the dark shadow
of the Tenebreuse, from whose portals no ransomed captive has ever yet
come forth to the free light of day. He assays his most thrilling strains,
but the guards, insensible as the granite effigies that frown upon him
from the lofty turrets, remain unmoved. He throws down his lyre in
despair, and hot tears gush from his eyes. The image of Berengaria floats
before him, her cheek flushed with hope, and her eyes sparkling with love.
He sees her leaning enchanted from the vessel's side, listening to the
voice of her royal lover, while the wind with fairy fingers sweeps a wild
symphony through the straining cordage of the gallant Trenc-the-mere. With
the recollections come the long-forgotten emotions of that blissful
season. Instinctively his hand grasps the harp; his spirit kindles with
the inspiration; a melodious prelude rings out upon the still air, and he
sings,

  "Your beauty, lady fair,
  None views without delight;
  But still so cold an air
  No passion can excite.
  Yet this I patient see,
  While all are shunn'd like me."

Is it the voice of the warder mingling with his own in the concluding
strain, or has his rapt fancy taught the echoes to mock his impatience
with the loved tones of the royal troubadour? He pauses--'Tis neither
memory nor fancy. From the lonely turret and the closely barred casements
pours a liquid strain, and his fond ear drinks again the clear tones that
answered to his own, when in harmonious rivalry each sought the rich
reward of Berengaria's smile.

  "No nymph my heart can wound,
  If favors she divide,
  And smile on all around,
  Unwilling to decide:
  I'd rather hatred bear
  Than love with other share."

It is the voice of Plantagenet!! The song, the tune are his! He lives! He
may yet be ransomed.

A rough hand is laid upon the shoulder of the minstrel, and a surly voice
bids him, Begone! He departs without question or reply. He courts no
danger; for on his safety depends the life of his friend. The listless
stroll of the harper is exchanged for the quick firm pace of one who
hastes to the accomplishment of a worthy purpose. He avoids the populous
cities, and tarries not in the smiling villages. He reaches the
sea-coast--he finds a vessel--he lands in England--he obtains audience of
the queen regent. She who subscribes herself "Eleanora, by the _wrath_ of
God Queen of England," makes all Europe ring with the infamy of those
princes who have combined to keep her son in chains. The power of the pope
is implored, the mercy of the holy mother is invoked. The Emperor Henry
VI. requires the royal prisoner at the hands of Leopold. Richard is
brought before the diet at Worms, to answer for his crimes.

He is accused of making an alliance with Tancred, of turning the arms of
the crusade against the christian King of Cyprus, of affronting the Duke
of Austria before Acre, of obstructing the progress of the croises by his
quarrels with the King of France, of assassinating the Marquis Conrad
Prince of Tyre, and of concluding a truce with Saladin and leaving
Jerusalem in the hands of the Saracen emperor.

The noble Plantagenet arises in the majesty of his innocence and, "as the
lion shakes the dew-drops from his mane," dispels the false accusations of
his enemies. The eloquence of truth carries irresistible conviction to the
hearts of the congregated princes. They exclaim loudly against the conduct
of the emperor, the pope threatens him with excommunication, and the
reluctant Henry is compelled from very shame to consent to the prisoner's
release. But a heavy fine is required, and the monarch is remanded to his
captivity till the sum shall be paid. Every vassal in England and Normandy
is taxed for the ransom of his lord. The churches and monasteries melt
down their plate, the bishops, abbots, and nobles, contribute a portion
of their rent, the inferior clergy a tenth of their tithes, and Eleanor
conveys the treasure to Germany, and brings back her long lost-son!


CHAPTER XII.

  "Do you like letter-reading? If you do,
  I have some twenty dozen very pretty ones:
  Gay, sober, rapturous, solemn, _very true_,
  And very lying, stupid ones, and witty ones."

LETTER FROM THE KNIGHTS OF ST. JOHN TO RICHARD.

"To Richard Plantagenet, by the grace of God, King of England, your poor
and unworthy servants of the Hospital of St. John, humbly set forth these
things. We remember when it pleased the great Richard to depart from
Palestine, leaving the Holy City still in the hands of the Moslems, that
he pledged the honor of a knight, to return when the troubles of his own
kingdom should be composed, and once more do battle in the cause of the
saints.

"According to our poor ability we preserved the conditions of the treaty,
and the land had rest from war. The mighty sultan, Saladin, then kept his
goods in peace. But God has called him to the judgment to answer for his
crimes against the christian nations. His brother Saphadin usurps the
throne of Jerusalem, and his sons strive to rend the kingdom in pieces,
that each may take his share.

"Now the Scripture saith expressly, 'A house divided against itself shall
not stand,' and the fulfilment thereof is shown in that which they begin
to do. A scarcity of food exhausts their forces, and it were easy for a
christian army, while they lie torn with faction and reduced by famine, to
march through the length and breadth of the land, and make the strong
places our own. But the forces of the military friars are insufficient for
the pious work; therefore we turn our eyes towards Europe, we fix our
regards upon the islands of the sea, and lift our hands to Heaven and pray
that the lion-hearted monarch, with his valiant knights, would once more
'come up to the help of the Lord against the mighty.' May God and his
saints incline your heart to the divine undertaking, and may the counsels
of the Lord prevail. Amen.

"Written from Palestine A.D. 1195."

ENCYCLICAL LETTER OF CELESTIN III.

"To the most Potent Sovereigns of Europe, to the princes, nobles, and
barons, who by the favor of God, hold authority over the dominions and
vassals of our Lord and Saviour--to the cardinals, bishops, prelates, and
other clergy that rule the Church of God, Pope Celestin III. called to be
the vicar of Christ, and in virtue of his office heir to the Apostolic
See, sendeth greeting.

"My brethren, it hath been shown to us that Jerusalem, the city of the
Saviour's life and passion, still lieth in the hands of the Moslems, that
the Infidels mock the rites of our holy religion even in the land where
the sacred mysteries were first instituted, and that the Christians of
Syria cry unto the brethren of the west for aid. Wherefore we command you
all to spread again the crimson standard of the cross, and march against
the persecutors of the faith. By the authority of the blessed St. Peter,
from whom we hold the keys of the kingdom of Heaven, whereby we open and
no man can shut; we shut, and no man can open; we ordain that all those
who in heart and truth obey this, our holy mandate, shall have claim to
those indulgences needful for the flesh, in this toilsome warfare;
absolution from those sins which they have heretofore committed, or shall
hereafter fall into:--and we set before them an abundance of the honors of
this life, and in the life to come life everlasting.

"Given at Rome, under our hand and seal, this tenth day after Epiphany, in
the Year of Grace 1196."

LETTER FROM ELSIEBEDE TO BERENGARIA.

"Elsiebede to the most honored Queen Berengaria. My noble mistress will
pardon the wife of Saif Addin if she intrude upon her gracious attention
the story of the changes that have befallen one whom Allah (blessed be his
name) hath raised from the low estate of a servant, to the dignity of sole
wife of the monarch of the East. Though the voice of love charmed my ear,
and made my heart tremble with sweet delight, yet tears overflowed my eyes
when it was told me I should look no more upon the face of her whose
fostering care had sustained my youth, and brought me to the land of my
kindred. My beloved lady and her valiant lord have departed for their own
land, but still I hear their names echoed from the base of Carmel, to
Damascus the garden of delights. The Arab horseman threatens his steed
with the weight of King Richard's arm, the Saracen mother hushes her babe
with the fear of the Melech Ric, and blesses her daughter with the
benison, 'Allah make thee fair as Berengaria.' But 'The strength of the
mighty and the charm of the lovely availeth naught, since death, the
terminator of delights, waiteth at the threshhold of every dwelling.'
Scarce could the vessels that bore the croises have reached the shores of
Frangistan, when Disease, more potent than even the sword of the
lion-hearted Plantagenet, laid its hand upon Saladin the Powerful, the
Illustrious, and his life was consumed beneath its burning touch. Then the
black banner that awoke thy terrors at the first sight of Palestine, and
that so often like the wing of Azrael, waved over the fields of the slain,
by his last command, was rolled in the dust, and the shroud that was to
wrap his body in the grave, was borne aloft in the sight of his people,
while the imams and muezzins cried aloud with an exceeding bitter cry,
'Behold all that remains to the mighty Saladin, the prince of the thousand
tribes, the vizier of Egypt, the conqueror of Syria, the Emperor of the
East. Behold oh man, and prepare to die!'

"Until his death the virtuous Soldan had faithfully preserved the peace
made with the Melech Ric, and it was the wish of his brother, my lord Saif
Addin, upon whom the emirs and atabeks bestowed the kingdom of Syria,
still to keep faith and truce with the Christians, but as your holy
writing saith, 'A man's foes shall be they of his own household,' even so
hath it happened unto my lord. The undutiful sons of Saladin have seized
Aleppo, Damascus, and Egypt. They have drawn the sword of battle, and our
land again groaneth under the miseries of war. From these things it
chanced that certain timid Christians, fearing again the renewal of all
those sufferings, from which they had rested during the space of three
years, called again on their brethren of Europe for aid. And there came a
great company of crusading Germans, brutal and blood-thirsty, to wrest the
territory of Palestine from the hands of the sovereign. When the Latins of
Acre saw what manner of men they were, they represented to them the
virtues and moderation of the noble Saif Addin, and entreated that the
Christians of the Holy Land should have space for negotiation and treaty,
before the commencement of hostilities. But they would not hear; and so
the cruel war was again begun.

"Then my lord girding himself for the conflict, showed that the spirit of
Saladin survived in his brother. He advanced to the north to meet his
foes, and a terrible slaughter took place in the vale of Sidon. The
followers of the prophet were slain on every side, and the Latins also
were greatly discomfited, and took refuge in Tyre. A portion of the
Germans proceeded to Jaffa; thither Saif Addin pursued them, and after a
continued siege, took the city and put them all to the sword. On the same
night, Count Henry of Champagne, wearing the title, but not the crown of
the King of Jerusalem, was killed by a fall, and the Christians being thus
left without lord or ruler, concluded a peace with the Emperor. Isabella,
the widow of Count Henry, is again a wife, being taken in marriage by
Almeric, brother of Guy de Lusignan.

"The prophet saith truly, 'Though the storm rage without, there may be
peace in the tent,' and I dwell in safety within the sacred walls of
Jerusalem. Cohr Eddin, my first-born, already assays to bend the bow of
his father, and his infant brother nestling in my bosom, just lisps the
name of his warlike sire. Farewell. The blessing of her who was ready to
perish, rest upon thee and thine, and Allah make thee happy as Ayesha, the
best beloved wife of the prophet, on whom be peace.

"Written from Jerusalem in the year of the Hegyra 576, according to the
era of the Franks, 1198."

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The _Fourth Crusade_, which the French monarch regarded with indifference,
and which the King of England despised as being the enterprise of his
German enemies, ended thus without advantage or glory to Christendom. The
hostilities which had been engendered in the Holy Land, continued to vex
and agitate Europe long after the causes had ceased to operate. The
Emperor Henry VI. died of poison administered by his wife Constance, and
the pope prohibited his interment until the hundred and fifty thousand
marks which he had received for Richard's ransom, should be paid over into
the treasury of the Holy See.

Insignificant wars exciting the baser passions of human nature and
developing few of its nobler qualities, occupied the remaining years of
the two great rivals, Richard Plantagenet and Philip Augustus. The
Princess Alice was at last surrendered to her brother, and at the mature
age of thirty-five, with a tarnished reputation and a splendid dower, was
given in marriage to the Count of Aumerle. Richard spent scarce four
months of his reign in England, and Berengaria never visited the island.
They resided upon his ducal estates in Normandy, or passed their time in
Anjou and Aquitaine. It was at the siege of the castle of Chaluz, in the
latter province, that Richard met his death. A peasant plowing in the
field, pretended that he had discovered a wondrous cave, in which were
concealed golden statues, and vases of precious stones, of unrivalled
beauty and value. "The lively imagination of the king, heated by the
splendid fictions of Arabian romance," led him at once to credit the
report, and determined him upon securing the enchanted treasure. He
immediately summoned the baron to give up to him as feudal lord, a share
of the rich prize. The Castellan declared that nothing had been found but
a pot of Roman coins which were at his service. The impetuous monarch
could not be satisfied with this explanation of the affair, and
immediately commenced a siege. He was pierced by an arrow from the walls,
and the wound though not mortal was so inflamed by the unskilfulness of
the physician, and the king's impatience under treatment, as to cause his
death. Queen Eleanora was at this time in England; but Berengaria attended
him in his last moments, and forgetting the years of neglect, and the
ebullitions of ill temper that had poisoned her domestic happiness,
watched and wept over him with the tenderest care.

Scarcely had he breathed his last, when Joanna, Countess of Toulouse,
arrived in Aquitaine. She had come to entreat the assistance of the
monarch against the haughty barons who had taken up arms against her
husband. But when she looked upon the kingly form of her beloved brother
stretched in the stillness of death; when she saw that the dull, cold eye
kindled not as of yore at the recitative of her wrongs; and when she
lifted the powerless hand ever ready for her defence, her long-tried
courage gave way and she sank fainting by his side. The weight of this new
grief, added to her former afflictions, pressed upon her enfeebled frame,
and on the third day she expired, entreating Berengaria to bury her with
her brother Richard. The sorrowing queen conveyed the royal remains of her
husband and sister for interment to the stately abbey of Fontevraud, and
laid them in the tomb of their father Henry II., and within a few short
weeks after paid the last tribute of affection to her sweet sister
Blanche, wife of Thibaut, Count of Champagne.

The world was now a desert to Berengaria. She retired to her dower estate
of Orleans, where she founded the noble abbey of L'Espan, and passed the
remainder of her life in acts of charity and beneficence.



ISABELLA.


[Illustration: Isabella of Angoulême.]


CHAPTER I.

  "The lady I love will soon be a bride,
  With a diadem on her brow;
  Oh why did she flatter my boyish pride,
  She's going to leave me now."

It is a marvel to those unacquainted with the philosophy of navigation,
that ships may sail with equal speed in opposite directions, under the
impelling force of the same breeze: and it is often an equal paradox with
casual observers of mental phenomena, that individuals may contribute as
really to the success of an enterprise by the law of repulsion as by the
more obvious exercise of voluntary influence. Thus Isabella of Angoulême,
who was perhaps as little occupied with plans military or religious, as
any beauty that counted warriors among her conquests could well be, as
effectually impelled a noble knight and leader to undertake the Holy War,
as did Adela, Countess of Blois, whose whole heart was in the work.

Isabella was the only child and heiress of the Count of Angoulême. Her
mother was of the family of Courteney, the first lords of Edessa. In very
early youth Isabella had been betrothed to Hugh X. de Lusignan, the
Marcher or guardian of the northern border of Aquitaine. The little bride
dwelt at the castle of her lord, flattered and caressed by every vassal
who hoped to win the favor of his master, while the gallant Hugh, surnamed
le Brun, watched over her interests, and directed her education with the
care of a man anticipating full fruition in the ripened charms and
unrivalled attractions of one who looked upon him as her future husband.

Count Hugh as a distinguished peer of France, had been summoned to form
one of the splendid cortege which Philip Augustus despatched into Spain,
to bring home the fair Blanche of Castile, the bride of his son Prince
Louis. During his absence the parents of Isabella sent messengers to the
castle of Valence, to request their daughter's presence on the occasion of
a high festival in Angoulême. The beautiful fiancée of Count Hugh was
required to recognize King John of England, as the sovereign of Aquitaine,
and feudal lord of the province of Angoumois.

Dressed in a simple robe of white, with her hair parted _à la vierge_ upon
the brow, and confined only by the golden coronet designating her rank,
she advanced with a timid step through the assembly, and kneeling at the
feet of the king, placed her tiny hands in his, while with a trembling
voice she pronounced the oath of homage. The first peep which the fair
child gained of the great world in this brilliant assembly, where she was
made to act so conspicuous a part, intoxicated her youthful imagination;
and the effect of her artless simplicity on the heart of the dissolute
monarch, already sated with the adulation of court beauties, was such as
one feels in turning from a crowded vase of gaudy exotics, to contemplate
the sweetness of the native violet. Hence was it that Isabella, though
scarcely fifteen, entered into all the schemes of her parents, for
preventing her return to the castle of her betrothed, and without
opposition, gave her hand to a man who had been for ten years engaged in
an ineffectual struggle against the canons of the church, for the
possession of his beautiful cousin, Avisa, whom he had married on the day
of Richard's coronation. Now smitten with the charms of Isabella, John
submitted at once to his spiritual fathers, and the archbishop of Bordeaux
having convoked a synod to consider the matter with the assent of the
bishops of Poitou, declared that no impediment existed to their marriage.
The nuptials were, therefore, celebrated at Bordeaux, in August, 1200.

Enraged at the loss of his bride, on his return from Castile, the valiant
Count Hugh challenged the royal felon to mortal combat; but the worthless
king despising the resentment of the outraged lover, sailed with Isabella
in triumph to England, where they passed the winter in a continual round
of feasting and voluptuousness. Thwarted in the usual method of redress,
Count Hugh had recourse to the pope, the acknowledged lord of both
potentate and peer. Innocent III. at once fulminated his thunders against
the lawless prince; but as the lands, if not the person of the heiress of
Aquitaine, were the property of King John as her lord paramount, not even
the Church could unbind the mystic links of feudal tenure that barred the
rights of Count Lusignan.

Disappointed in his hopes of vengeance in this quarter, the count became
suddenly impressed with the right of young Arthur of Bretagne, to the
throne of England, and being joined by the men of Anjou and Maine, he
suddenly laid siege to the castle of Mirabel, where Queen Eleanor, then
entering her eightieth year, had taken up her summer residence. The son of
Geoffrey entered readily into the plot, for he had little cause to love
the grandmother, who had advocated the setting aside his claims in favor
of those of his uncle; and it was the intention of Count Hugh to capture
the aged queen, and exchange her for his lost spouse.

In an age when decent people were expected to break their fast at the
early hour of five, King John was surprised at his midday breakfast by a
messenger, summoning him to his mother's rescue. Rising hastily in
terrible wrath, and swearing a horrid oath, he overset the table with his
foot, and leaving his bride to console herself as she could, set off
immediately for Aquitaine. Arrived before the castle of Mirabel, he gave
fierce battle to his enemies. The contest was very brief, and victory for
once alighted upon the banners of John. The unfortunate Count Hugh, and
the still more unfortunate Arthur, with twenty-four barons of Poitou were
taken prisoners, and chained hand and foot, were placed in tumbril carts
and drawn after the Conqueror wherever he went. The barons, by the orders
of King John, were starved to death in the dungeons of Corfe castle. The
fate of the hapless Arthur was never clearly known. Many circumstances
make it probable that he died by the hand of his uncle; and the twelve
peers of France convened to inquire into his fate, branded John as a
murderer, and declared the fief of Normandy a forfeit to the crown. Thus
was this important province restored to the dominion of France, after
having been in the possession of the descendants of Rollo nearly three
centuries.

The only male heir now remaining to the House of Plantagenet, was the
recreant John; and Queen Eleanor looking forward with fearful foreboding
to the destruction of her race, sought an asylum in the convent of
Fontevraud, where she died the following year.

The unhappy lover of Isabella dragged on a weary existence in the donjon
of Bristol castle, and the heart of the queen, already wounded by the
cruelty of John, and touched with pity for the sufferings of Lusignan,
began to recount in the ear of her imagination the tender devotion of her
first love, and to contrast her miserable, though splendid destiny with
the peace and happiness she enjoyed in the castle of Valence.

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The controlling spirit of the thirteenth century was Innocent III. "Since
Gregory the Seventh's time the pope had claimed the empire of the world,
and taken upon himself the responsibility of its future state. Raised to a
towering height, he but saw the more clearly the perils by which he was
environed. He occupied the spire of the prodigious edifice of Christianity
in the middle age, that cathedral of human kind, and sat soaring in the
clouds on the apex of the cross, as when from the spire of Strasburg the
view takes in forty towns and villages on the banks of the Rhine." From
this eminence Pope Innocent surveyed the politics of Europe, and put forth
his mandates to bring the power and wealth of the nations into the
treasury of the church. No measures had ever been adopted which combined
so effectually to move the passions of an ardent age, in a direction
indicated by papal authority, as the expeditions to the Holy Land. Louis
and Philip of France and Henry of England had taxed their subjects for the
benefit of the crusade. Pope Innocent went a step farther, and gave a new
character to the sacred wars by imposing a similar tax upon the clergy.
The eloquent pontiff described the ruin of Jerusalem, the triumphs of the
Moslems, and the disgrace of Christendom; and, like his predecessors,
promised redemption from sins and plenary indulgence to all who should
serve in Palestine.

An ignorant priest, Fulk of Neuilly, took up the word of exhortation, and
with less piety than Peter the Hermit and greater zeal than St. Bernard,
itinerated through the cities and villages of France, publishing the
command of the successor of St. Peter.

The situation of the principal monarchs was unfavorable to the pious
undertaking. The sovereignty of Germany was disputed by the rival houses
of Brunswick and Suabia, the memorable factions of the Guelphs and
Ghibelines. Philip Augustus was engaged in projects to wrest from the King
of England his transmarine dominions, and John was incapable of any
project beyond the narrow circle of his personal pleasures and
preferences.

Notwithstanding, therefore, the power of the pope and the fanaticism of
Fulk, the whole matter might have fallen through but for the lofty
enthusiasm of the descendants of Adela Countess of Blois. In every
expedition to the Holy Land, there had not lacked a representative from
the house of Champagne; and Thibaut, fourth Count of the name, was the
first to unfurl the crimson standard in the _Fifth Crusade_. The young
Thibaut held a grand tournament at Troyes, to which he invited all the
neighboring princes and knights for a trial in feats of derring-do. The
festivities of the day were nearly over, and the victors were exchanging
congratulations and commenting upon the well-won field, when the intrepid
Fulk appeared in the lists and challenged the warriors to enforce an
appeal to arms in the cause of Christendom. Geoffrey Villehardouin, the
marechal of Champagne, who held the post of honor as judge of the combat,
immediately gave place to the holy man, and the unbonneted chieftains drew
around and with respectful regard listened while the subtle priest, from
the temporary throne, descanted upon the sufferings of lost Palestina.

Encouraged by the example of his ancestors, animated by the distinction
acquired by his elder brother as King of Jerusalem, fired with indignation
against the Infidel that claimed that brother's crown, and stimulated by a
holy ambition to inscribe his own name upon the rolls of honored
pilgrimage, the noble Thibaut came forward, and drawing his sword, laid it
at the feet of the priest, who blessed and consecrated both it and him to
the cause of God. His cousin Louis Count of Blois and Chartres,
immediately advanced to his side and made a similar dedication. Then
followed his brother-in-law, Baldwin Count of Flanders, Matthew de
Montmorenci, Simon de Montfort, Geoffrey Villehardouin, and a host of
others, till the whole assembly becoming infected with the spirit of
enthusiasm, sprang to their feet, and drawing their swords, held them up
in the sight of heaven, and with unanimous voice vowed to engage in the
Holy War. This vow was subsequently repeated in the churches, ratified in
tournaments, and debated in public assemblies till, among the two thousand
and two hundred knights that owed homage to the peerage of Champagne,
scarce a man could be found willing to forfeit his share in the glorious
enterprise by remaining at home.

As Sancho the Strong had died without children, Navarre acknowledged
Thibaut, the husband of Blanche, as king; and bands of hardy Gascons from
both sides of the Pyrenees flocked to his banners. The feudatories of the
other pilgrim warriors, animated by this glorious example, joined the
standards of their respective leaders, and crowds of prelates and barons
waited but the final arrangements for departure. The perils of the land
route to Jerusalem had been often tried. They were such as to intimidate
the bravest, and check the impetuosity of the most ardent.

At the extremity of the Adriatic sea, the Venetians had found a shelter,
during the dark and stormy interval that succeeded the downfall of the
Roman Empire. There nestling in the sedgy banks of the islands that
clustered around the Rialto, Commerce, through a long period of
incubation, had nourished her venturesome brood, and now the white wings
of her full-fledged progeny, like the albatross, skimmed the surface of
the seas and found ready entrance to every harbor on the coast of the
Mediterranean.

The Venetian republic had owed a nominal allegiance to the Greek empire,
but entering the field as a rival to the Genoese and Pisans for the
carrying-trade of Europe at the beginning of the crusades, she had
displayed from her towering masts the banner of the cross, while she
cultivated a friendly intercourse with the Infidels of every clime. To
this avaricious but neutral power the sacred militia determined to apply
for a passage to the Holy Land, and six deputies, at the head of whom was
Villehardouin, were despatched to the island city to settle the terms of
transportation.

The ambassadors were received with distinction, and a general assembly was
convened to listen to their proposals. The stately chapel and place of St.
Mark was crowded with citizens. The doge and the grand council of ten sat
in solemn dignity while the marechal of Champagne unfolded thus the
purposes of the embassy.

"Illustrious Venetians: the most noble and powerful barons of France have
sent us to you to entreat you in the name of God to have compassion on
Jerusalem which groans under the tyranny of the Turks, and to aid us on
this occasion in revenging the injury which has been done to your Lord and
Saviour. The peers of France have turned their eyes to you as the greatest
maritime power in Europe. They have commanded us to throw ourselves at
your feet, and never to change that supplicatory posture till you have
promised to aid them in recovering the Holy Land." The eloquence of their
words and tears touched the hearts of the people. Cries of "We grant your
request," sounded through the hall. The honored Doge Dandolo, though more
than ninety years of age and nearly blind, consecrated what might remain
to him of life to the pious work, and multitudes imitated his
self-devotion. The treaty was concluded, transcribed on parchment,
attested with oaths and seals, and despatched to Rome for the approbation
of the pope. Villehardouin repaired to France with the news of the success
of his embassy. The gallant Thibaut sprang from his bed of sickness,
called for his war-horse, summoned his vassals, and declared his intention
to set off immediately upon the pilgrimage. The exertion was too great for
his feeble frame; he sank fainting in the arms of his attendants, and
expired in the act of distributing among his feudatories the money he had
designed for the Holy War. A new leader was then to be chosen, and the lot
finally fell upon Boniface of Montserrat, younger brother of the
celebrated Conrad, Marquis of Tyre.


CHAPTER II.

  "I'll laugh and I'll sing though my heart may bleed,
  And join in the festive train,
  And if I survive it I'll mount my steed
  And off to the wars again."

In the spring of the year 1202, the crusaders being joined by numbers from
Italy and Germany, arrived at Venice. "On the Sunday before they were
ready for embarkation, a great multitude assembled in the place of St.
Mark. It was a high festival, and there were present the people of the
land, and most of the barons and pilgrims. Before high mass began, the
Doge of Venice, who was named Henry Dandolo, mounted the pulpit, and spoke
to the people, and said to them, 'Signors, there have joined themselves to
you the best nation in the world, and for the greatest business that ever
men undertook; and I am an old man and a feeble and should be thinking of
rest, and am frail and suffering of body. But I see that no one can order
and marshal you like I who am your lord. If you choose to grant to me to
take the sign of the cross, that I may guard you and instruct you, and
that my son may remain in my place to guard the land, I will go live or
die with you and the pilgrims.' And when they heard him they all cried out
with one voice, 'We beg you in God's name to grant it, and to do it, and
to come with us.' Then great pity took possession of the men of the land,
and of the pilgrims, and they shed many tears to think that this valiant
man had such great cause to remain, for he was an old man and had
beautiful eyes in his head, but saw not with them, having lost his sight
through a wound on the crown; exceeding great of heart was he. So he
descended from the pulpit and walked straight to the altar, and threw
himself upon his knees, pitifully weeping; and they sewed the cross on a
large cape of cotton, because he wished the people to see it. And the
Venetians began to take the cross in large numbers and in great plenty on
that day, until which very few had taken the cross. Our pilgrims were
moved with exceeding joy even to overflowing as regarded this new
crusader, on account of the sense and the prowess that were his. Thus the
doge took the cross as you have heard." But by a singular circumstance the
expedition was diverted from its original design. Isaac Angelus, the
vicious and tyrannical Emperor of Constantinople, had been deposed by his
subjects, deprived of his eyesight, and cast into prison. His brother
Alexius was invested with the purple, and rejecting the name of Angelus,
assumed the royal appellation of the Comnenian race. Young Alexius, the
son of Isaac, was at this time twelve years of age. Escaping from the
guards of his uncle in the disguise of a common sailor, he found a refuge
in the island of Sicily. Thence he set off for Germany, having accepted an
invitation to reside with his sister Irene, wife of Philip of Suabia.
Passing through Italy, he found the flower of western chivalry assembled
at Venice ready for the crusade, and it immediately occurred to his young
and ardent mind that their invincible swords might be employed in his
father's restoration. As he derived his birth in the female line both from
the house of Aquitaine and the royal race of Hugh Capet, he easily
interested the sympathy of the Franks, and as the Venetians had a long
arrear of debt and injury to liquidate with the Byzantine court, they
listened eagerly to the story of his wrongs, and decided to share the
honor of restoring the exiled monarch. The place of their destination
being thus changed, the crusaders with joyful haste embarked.

"A similar armament, for ages, had not rode the Adriatic: it was composed
of one hundred and twenty flat-bottomed vessels, or _palanders_, for the
horses; two hundred and forty transports filled with men and arms; seventy
store-ships laden with provisions; and fifty stout galleys, well prepared
for the encounter of an enemy. While the wind was favorable, the sky
serene, and the water smooth, every eye was fixed with wonder and delight
on the scene of military and naval pomp which overspread the sea. The
shields of the knights and squires, at once an ornament and a defence,
were arranged on either side of the ships; the banners of the nations and
families were displayed from the stern; our modern artillery was supplied
by three hundred engines for casting stones and darts: the fatigues of the
way were cheered with the sounds of music; and the spirits of the
adventurers were raised by the mutual assurance, that forty thousand
Christian heroes were equal to the conquest of the world." As they
penetrated through the Hellespont, the magnitude of their navy was
compressed in a narrow channel, and the face of the waters was darkened
with innumerable sails. They again expanded in the basin of the Propontis,
and traversed that placid sea, till they approached the European shore, at
the abbey of St. Stephen, three leagues to the west of Constantinople. As
they passed along, they gazed with admiration on the capital of the East,
or, as it should seem, of the earth; rising from her seven hills, and
towering over the continents of Europe and Asia. The swelling domes and
lofty spires of five hundred palaces and churches were gilded by the sun,
and reflected in the waters; the walls were crowded with soldiers and
spectators, whose numbers they beheld, of whose temper they were ignorant;
and each heart was chilled by the reflection, that, since the beginning of
the world, such an enterprise had never been undertaken by such a handful
of warriors. But the momentary apprehension was dispelled by hope and
valor; and "Every man," says the Marechal of Champagne, "glanced his eye
on the sword or lance which he must speedily use in the glorious
conflict." The Latins cast anchor before Chalcedon; the mariners only were
left in the vessels: the soldiers, horses, and arms were safely landed;
and, in the luxury of an imperial palace, the barons tasted the first
fruits of their success.

From his dream of power Alexius was awakened by the rapid advance of the
Latins; and between vain presumption and absolute despondency no effectual
measures for defence were instituted. At length the strangers were waited
upon by a splendid embassy. The envoys were instructed to say that the
sovereign of the Romans, as Alexius pompously styled himself, was much
surprised at sight of this hostile armament. "If these pilgrims were
sincere in their vow for the deliverance of Jerusalem, his voice must
applaud, and his treasures should assist, their pious design; but should
they dare to invade the sanctuary of empire, their numbers, were they ten
times more considerable, should not protect them from his just
resentment." The answer of the doge and barons was simple and magnanimous.
"In the cause of honor and justice," they said, "we despise the usurper of
Greece, his threats and his offers. _Our_ friendship and _his_ allegiance
are due to the lawful heir, to the young prince, who is seated among us,
and his father, the Emperor Isaac, who has been deprived of his sceptre,
his freedom, and his eyes, by the crime of an ungrateful brother. Let that
brother confess his guilt and implore forgiveness, and we ourselves will
intercede, that he may be permitted to live in affluence and security. But
let him not insult us by a second message; our reply will be made in arms
in the palace of Constantinople." Ten days after, the crusaders prepared
themselves to attack the city. The navy of the Greek Empire consisted of
only twenty ships. The vessels of the republic sailed without opposition,
therefore, into the harbor, and the Croises, with cheerful zeal commenced
the siege of the largest city in the world. The Franks divided their army
into six battalions: Baldwin of Flanders led the vanguard with his bowmen,
the second, third, fourth and fifth divisions were commanded by his
brother Henry, the Counts of St. Paul, Blois, and Montmorenci, and the
rearguard of Tuscans, Lombards, and Genoese was headed by the Marquis of
Montserrat. So far from being able to surround the town, they were
scarcely sufficient to blockade one side; but before their squadrons could
couch their lances, the seventy thousand Greeks that had prepared for the
conflict vanished from sight. The Pisans and the Varangian guard, however,
defended the walls with extraordinary valor, and victory was for a long
time poised in the scales of doubt.

Meanwhile, on the side of the harbor the attack was successfully conducted
by the Venetians, who employed every resource known and practised before
the invention of gunpowder. The soldiers leapt from the vessels, planted
their scaling-ladders, and ascended the walls, while the large ships
slowly advancing, threw out grappling-irons and drawbridges, and thus
opened an airy way from the masts to the ramparts. In the midst of the
conflict, the venerable doge, clad in complete armor, stood aloft on the
prow of his galley; the great standard of St. Mark waved above his head,
while with threats, promises, and exhortations, he urged the rowers to
force his vessel upon shore. On a sudden, by an invisible hand, the banner
of the republic was fixed upon the walls. Twenty-five towers were stormed
and taken. The emperor made a vigorous effort to recover the lost
bulwarks, but Dandolo, with remorseless resolution, set fire to the
neighboring buildings, and thus secured the conquest so dearly won. The
discomfited Alexius, seeing all was lost, collected what treasure he could
carry, and in the silence of the night, deserting his wife and people,
sought refuge in Thrace. In the morning the Latin chiefs were surprised by
a summons to attend the levee of Isaac, who, rescued from his dungeon,
robed in the long-lost purple, and seated upon the throne in the palace of
the Blaquernel, waited with impatience to embrace his son and reward his
generous deliverers.

Four ambassadors, among whom was Villehardouin, the chronicler of these
events, were chosen to wait upon the rescued emperor. "The gates were
thrown open on their approach, the streets on both sides were lined with
the battle-axes of the Danish and English guard; the presence-chamber
glittered with gold and jewels, the false substitutes of virtue and power;
by the side of the blind Isaac, his wife was seated, the sister of the
King of Hungary: and by her appearance, the noble matrons of Greece were
drawn from their domestic retirement and mingled with the circle of
senators and soldiers." The ambassadors with courteous respect
congratulated the monarch upon his restoration, and delicately presented
the stipulations of the young Alexius. These were, "the submission of the
Eastern empire to the pope, the succor of the Holy Land, and a present
contribution of two hundred thousand marks of silver." "These conditions
are weighty," was the emperor's prudent reply: "they are hard to accept,
and difficult to perform. But no conditions can exceed the measure of your
services and deserts."

The ready submission of Isaac and the subjection of the Greek church to
the Roman pontiff, deeply offended his subtle and revengeful subjects, and
gave rise to so many plots and conspiracies, that the newly-restored
emperor prayed the crusaders to delay their departure till order was
re-established. To this they assented, but the odious taxes for rewarding
their services were collected with difficulty, and Isaac resorted to the
violent measure of robbing the churches of their gold and silver.
Occasions of dissension ripened into causes of hatred. A devastating fire
was attributed to the Latins, and in consequence desultory encounters
took place, which resulted in open hostility. The feeble emperor died, it
is said, of fear; his cousin, a bold, unscrupulous villain, assumed the
imperial buskins, and seizing the young Alexius, put him to death.

The crusaders at once determined to make war upon the usurper.
Constantinople, the empress of the East, the city that for nine centuries
had been deemed impregnable to mortal arm, was taken by storm. The right
of victory, untrammelled by promise or treaty, confiscated the public and
private wealth of the Greeks, and the hand of every Frank, according to
its size and strength, seized and appropriated the rich treasures of
silks, velvets, furs, gems, spices and movables which were scattered like
glittering baits through all the dwellings of that proud metropolis. When
the appetite for plunder was satisfied, order was instituted in the
distribution of spoils. Three churches were selected for depositories, and
the magnitude of the prize exceeded all experience or expectation. A sum
seven times greater than the annual revenue of England, fell to the lot of
the Franks. In the streets the French and Flemings clothed themselves and
their horses in painted robes and flowing head-dresses of fine linen. They
stripped the altars of their ornaments, converted the chalices into
drinking cups, and laded their beasts with wrought silver and gilt
carvings, which they tore down from the pulpits. In the cathedral of St.
Sophia, the veil of the sanctuary was rent in twain for the sake of its
golden fringe, and the altar, a monument of art and riches, was broken in
pieces and distributed among the captors.

Having thus taken Constantinople and shared its treasures among
themselves, the next step was the regulation of their future possessions
and the election of an Emperor. Twelve deputies were appointed, six to
represent the interest of the Franks and six that of the Venetians; in the
name of his colleagues, the bishop of Soissons announced to the barons the
result of their deliberations in these words. "Ye have sworn to obey the
prince whom we should choose; by our unanimous suffrage, Baldwin Count of
Flanders and Hainault, is now your sovereign and the Emperor of the
East." "Agreeably to the Byzantine custom, the barons and knights
immediately elevated their future lord upon a buckler and bore him into
the church of St. Sophia. When the pomp of magnificence and dignity was
prepared, the coronation took place. The papal legate threw the imperial
purple over Baldwin; the soldiers joined with the clergy in crying aloud,
'He is worthy of reigning;' and the splendor of conquest was mocked by the
Grecian ceremony, of presenting to the new sovereign a tuft of lighted
wool and a small vase filled with bones and dust, as emblems of the
perishableness of grandeur, and the brevity of life."

The splendid fiefs which the ambitious Adela had mapped out for the heroes
of the first crusade, now fell to the lot of her descendants in the
division of the Greek Empire. One was invested with the duchy of Nice; one
obtained a fair establishment on the banks of the Hebrus; and one, served
with the fastidious pomp and splendor of oriental luxury, shared the
throne of Baldwin, the successor of Constantine the Great.


CHAPTER III.

  "But I'll hide in my breast every selfish care,
      And flush my pale cheek with wine,
  When smiles await the bridal pair,
      I'll hasten to give them mine."

While the Eastern Croises were thus engaged in apportioning among
themselves, the rich domains of the Greek Empire, Simon de Montfort, who
had abandoned the expedition, when its destination was changed from
Jerusalem to Constantinople, was not less actively employed in a domestic
crusade, published by Innocent III., against the heretics of the south of
France. In the province of Toulouse, certain sects had arisen variously
known as Believers, Perfects, and Vaudois, but all rejecting some of the
tenets of Rome, and from the city of Albi, designated by the general name
Albigeois. In his misguided zeal, Innocent III. despatched three legates
to constrain these Albigeois to abjure their heresies and return to the
bosom of the church. He empowered them to employ for this purpose, "the
sword, water and fire, as these good monks should find it necessary to use
one or the other, or all three together for the greater glory of God."
Though the Albigenses, like other Christians, professed the doctrines of
peace, they were somewhat infected with the warlike spirit of the age;
consequently becoming exasperated at the executions deemed necessary to
bring the lambs into the fold, they rose upon the missionaries, and stoned
one of them to death. The pope retaliated by proclaiming the usual
indulgence to those who should engage in the holy war, for exterminating
the heretics. Count Raimond VI., the husband of Joanna, immediately took
up arms in defence of his subjects, and against him Simon de Montfort
headed the army of the church. With him came a monk of great austerity,
afterwards St. Dominic, the founder of the Dominican order of friars, who
encouraged the soldiers in their work of blood. The city of Beziers long
held out against them. It was finally taken, the inhabitants given up to
slaughter, and when a difficulty arose about discriminating between the
heretics and the catholics, "Slay them all," said Dominic, "the Lord will
know his own." It is estimated that the number that perished was sixty
thousand. The war went on, characterized, as such wars always are, by the
atrocity of private murder, and wholesale butchery, till de Montfort led
his army to the siege of Toulouse. Count Raimond, beset on every side by
foes, applied to his brother-in-law, the King of England, to the King of
Arragon, whose sister he had married after the death of Joanna, and to
Philip Augustus his liege lord. The first engaged in domestic broils, and
the last involved in a contest with the pope, concerning the divorce of
Ingeborge, could render him no assistance, but Don Pedro King of Arragon,
entered warmly into the contest and fell bravely fighting in the battle of
Muret.

The count was at last compelled to conclude an ignominious peace with the
pope; and thus the forces of the church were victorious in the south of
France, as they were in the Greek Empire.

       *       *       *       *       *

To return to Isabella. The troubles with which King John had involved
himself by the murder of the young Duke of Bretagne, seemed destined never
to end. All Aquitaine had been in a state of revolt since the decease of
his mother and the captivity of Count Hugh, and his queen finally
persuaded him to trust to the magnanimity of her lover, for the peace of
his dominions in France.

De Lusignan left England in 1206, and by his discretion and valor, soon
restored the revolted provinces to the sway of the line of Plantagenet.
The intolerance of the king next aroused the animosity of the English
barons, and to prevent a popular outbreak, he demanded their sons as
hostages, under the plausible pretext of requiring the services of the
youthful lords as pages for his queen, and companions of his infant son,
Henry.

The Lady de Braose, when her children were demanded, imprudently replied,
"I will not surrender my boys to a king who murdered his own nephew." The
unfortunate words were repeated to the malicious monarch, and measures for
vengeance immediately instituted.

The Lord de Braose, with his wife and five innocent little ones, were
confined in Windsor castle and starved to death.

While the husband of Isabella was thus alienating from himself the
affections of his subjects, he had the temerity to dare the colossal power
of Rome. A dispute arose as in the days of his father, concerning the
incumbent of the see of Canterbury. The pope had commanded the monks to
choose Cardinal Langton for their primate, without the ceremony of a writ
from the king. They complied, and John sent one of his knights to expel
them from the convent and take possession of their revenues.

The affair went on with admonitions from the spiritual father, and defiant
retorts from the refractory king, till Innocent III. laid an interdict
upon the realm. This terrible mandate at once covered the whole nation
with the garb and the gloom of mourning. The priests with pious reverence
stripped the altars of their ornaments, collected the crosses and relics,
took down the images and statues of saints and apostles, and laying them
upon the ground carefully covered them from the eyes of the profane.

No matin chime awoke the pious to their devotions, no vesper bell summoned
the youths and maidens to unite in the evening hymn; no joyous peal
invited the happy throng to the nuptial ceremony, no solemn toll gathered
the sorrowing multitudes to the burial service. The bridegroom took the
hand of his bride and whispered his vows with boding fear, standing in the
churchyard, surrounded by the silent witnesses, whose very presence was a
terror. The father relinquished the dead body of his child to unhallowed
hands, that made for it an obscure and unconsecrated grave by the wayside;
the tender infant was not presented at the font for baptism, but received
the holy rite in the privacy of the monkish cell, and the dying man
partook of the last sacrament under circumstances that rendered still more
terrible the approach of death.

Men neglected their usual avocations, feeling that the curse of God rested
upon them; children relinquished their amusements, subdued by the
mysterious fear that pervaded all ranks of society.

But the tyrant John and his thoughtless queen felt no sympathy with the
afflictions of their people, no reverence for the ordinances of religion.
They made no concessions, they manifested no signs of repentance. Each was
engaged in the pursuit of pleasure, without regard to the other's
feelings, or the laws of God. If the fickle and wounded affections of
Isabella wandered from her lord to some noble knight, who compassionated
her wrongs, her crime was made known only by the terrible vengeance which
her malignant husband inflicted upon her supposed lover; nor was she aware
that the suspicions of the king had been awakened till retiring to her
apartment at night, she beheld with horror the dead body of the nobleman,
suspended above her couch, the bloodshot eyes fixed upon her with a
ghastly stare, and the pale lips opened as if assaying to whisper in her
ear the secret of the dark tragedy. From this haunted chamber she was not
suffered to depart for long weary years. But though John thus manifested
his righteous horror of his wife's dereliction from the path of rectitude,
he was himself unscrupulous in the perpetration of any species of
iniquity. Parsimonious and cruel to his beautiful queen, he lavished upon
his own person every extravagant indulgence; without honesty or honor. He
was a bad son, a bad subject, a bad husband, a bad father, and a bad
sovereign. The record of his thoughts is a disgrace to human nature, the
record of his deeds, a recapitulation of crimes.

Finding his interdict of no avail, Innocent resorted to his most powerful
weapon. He excommunicated John, pronounced utter destruction upon his body
and soul, forbade all true Catholics to associate with him, absolved his
subjects from their oath of allegiance to him, commanded all orders of
religion to curse him, and exhorted all christian princes to assist in
dethroning him.

Philip Augustus found this crusade far more to his taste than the one he
had before undertaken in the Holy Land, and Simon de Montfort having
enjoyed a short repose from his work of blood in Languedoc, stood ready to
enforce the authority of the church. To protect his transmarine dominions
from these powerful foes, John found it necessary to solicit an alliance
with his former rival Count Hugh de Lusignan, but the perverse bachelor
was conciliated only on condition that the queen should be liberated from
her irksome imprisonment, and that her eldest daughter, the Princess
Joanna, should be affianced to him as a compensation for the loss of the
mother. The necessity of the case did not admit of debate or delay, and
the little princess was forthwith betrothed to her mature lover, and
consigned to the castle of Valence; where she occupied the apartments and
sported in the pleasance, that had formerly delighted the childhood of
Isabella. With his heart thus reassured, Count Hugh repulsed the army of
the French king, and kept the Poictevin border in peace.

Philip Augustus disappointed in this attempt, prepared for the invasion of
England; but while his fleet waited in the ports of Normandy, the legate
Pandulph sought an interview with John, and terrifying him with the
prospect of certain ruin brought him to submit unconditionally to the
pope. The pusillanimous monarch was thus induced to pass a charter in
which he declared he had for his own sins and those of his family,
resigned England and Ireland to God, to St. Peter, and St. Paul, and to
Pope Innocent and his successors in the apostolic chair; agreeing to hold
those dominions as feudatories of the church of Rome by the annual payment
of a thousand marks. He consented to receive Langton for the primate, laid
his crown and sceptre at the feet of Pandulph, and kneeling down placed
his hand in those of that prelate, and swore fealty in the same manner as
a vassal did homage to his lord. The legate then revoked the sentence of
excommunication, placed the crown upon the head of John, pocketed the
first instalment of the tribute money, and returning to France informed
Philip that England was a part of the patrimony of St. Peter, and it would
be impious in any Christian prince to attack it.

       *       *       *       *       *

Isabella was residing with her children at Gloucester, when her inconstant
husband, smitten with the charms of Matilda the fair daughter of Lord Fitz
Walter, stormed the castle of her father, banished him from the kingdom,
and bore away the trembling girl to the fortress of London. There
confining her in one of the lofty turrets of the White tower he set
himself to win her affections; but the noble maiden spurned all his
overtures with virtuous indignation. When the hoary libertine found that
flattery and coercion were alike vain, his adoration changed to hate, and
the hapless lady fell a victim to poison. This crowning act of villainy
completed the exasperation of the English nobles, and a confederacy was
formed to resist farther aggressions upon their liberties. Cardinal
Langton, in searching the records of the monasteries, had found a copy of
the charter executed by Henry Beauclerk upon his marriage with Matilda the
Good.

From this charter the primate drew up the bill of rights, which has become
world-renowned as the Magna Charta. At Runnymede between Windsor and
Staines the mail-clad barons met their guilty sovereign, and

                  "There in happy hour
  Made the fell tyrant feel his people's power."

The signing of the great charter of English liberty was soon followed by
the death of King John, and the diplomatic talents of Isabella were called
into exercise to secure the vacant throne for her son Henry, then a boy of
only nine years of age. The diadem of his father having been lost in
Lincoln washes, and that of Edward the Confessor being in London, the
little prince was crowned with a gold throat collar that she had worn in
those happy days while the affianced bride of Count Hugh la Marche. Only a
small part of England at first owned the sway of Prince Henry, but the
nobles at length rallied around the young Plantagenet, and the valor and
wisdom of the protector Pembroke soon drove the invading French from the
island. No share in the government was committed into the hands of the
dowager queen, and before the first year of her widowhood had expired she
set out for her native city of Angoulême.

As she passed through the provinces of France her attention was attracted
by groups of children, habited as pilgrims with scrip and staff, gathered
about the doors of churches, repeating pious ascriptions of praise or
tuning their infant voices to sacred hymns. Her curiosity was strongly
excited, and she questioned them concerning the motives that influenced
to so strange a proceeding. "Fair Solyma lies in ruins," replied the
little fanatics, "and it may please God who out of the mouths of babes and
sucklings hath ordained strength, to redeem it by our feeble hands." These
scenes occurred daily upon her route. In vain the queen employed argument
and entreaty, threats and promises to induce them to return to their
homes. They followed in the train of a company of monks who, with the
diabolical design of profiting by a crime then too common, were working
upon their superstitious hopes and fears to decoy them to the sea-coast,
where they might be shipped to Egypt and sold as slaves. Thirty thousand
misguided innocents were thus collected from Italy and Germany, and most
of them fell a sacrifice to the mercenary motives of those who traded in
the bodies and souls of men.

When Isabella arrived at Angoulême, the valiant Lusignan was absent from
his territories, fighting under the banners of the cross, and her maternal
heart was allowed the solace of frequent intercourse with Joanna, the
little bride of her former lover.


CHAPTER IV.

  "I'll hang my harp on the willow-tree,
    And off to the wars again;
  My peaceful home has no charms for me,
    The battle-field no pain."

Convinced by the crusade of the children that the spirit which had moved
the former expeditions to the Holy Land was still active in Europe, Pope
Innocent exclaiming, "While we sleep these children are awake," determined
once more to arm the Christian world against the Moslem. The commands of
the Vatican calling upon men to exterminate the Infidel were hurled upon
every part of Europe. In a circular letter to sovereigns and clergy the
pope declared that the time had at last arrived when the most happy
results might be expected from a confederation of the Christian powers.

Count la Marche was among the first to hear and obey the mandate of the
spiritual head. With the Duke of Nevers he commanded the French croises
that in 1215 sailed for Egypt, where he was actively engaged in the Holy
warfare when Isabella visited Valence. The siege of Damietta was carried
on with the usual atrocities. Tidings of the death of Saphadin weakened
the forces of the garrison, and Camel, younger son of Elsiebede, lord of
the fertile country of the Nile, was compelled to seek refuge in Arabia.
The first success of the crusaders was followed by disaster and discord;
and when after a siege of seventeen months Damietta was taken, they found
in pestilence and famine more terrible foes than in the sixty thousand
Moslems that had perished beneath their swords.

Queen Isabella was seated in her former apartment in the castle of Valence
describing to her daughter the person of the young King of England and his
noble brother the Prince Richard, and painting to the imagination of the
child the charms of the infant Princess Isabella, when the horn of the
warder rang out shrill and clear on the evening air. The window of the
turret commanded the view of the drawbridge. From that window where,
eighteen years before, Isabella had watched with delight for the return of
her gay knightly lover, she now beheld with palpitating heart the advance
of a jaded, weary troop, at whose head rode one whose proud crest drooped
as though the inspiration of hope had ceased to animate the warrior-frame,
and the heart bereft of the blissful fervor of love no longer anticipated
the sweet guerdon of his lady's smile. A tide of recollections swept over
her spirit; dizzy and faint she sank upon a seat in the embrasure of the
window, and veiled her agitation in the curtaining drapery. She heard his
tread upon the stair, no longer the elastic step that she had been wont to
welcome with the sportive gaiety of a heart free from care; the door was
thrown open, her daughter with bounding footstep so like her own in former
days, flew to meet him as he entered. She saw the childish fingers unlace
the helmet, unbind the gorget, unbelt the sword, and lay aside the armor.
The form of the warrior was slightly bent, there were furrows upon the
sunburnt cheek, deep lines upon the noble brow, and threads of silver
among his dark locks. A heavy sigh was the first salutation of his little
bride. He drew the fair girl to him and pressed his lip upon her cheek,
but the anxious observer saw that the look and the smile were the
expression rather of paternal regard than of lover like fondness; they
were not such as had lighted up his countenance and kindled in his eyes
when with gleesome alacrity she had rendered him the same gentle service.
Her agitation subsided, and when the little Joanna took the hand of the
Count la Marche, and led him forward to present him to her mother, she
received his embarrassed greeting with the stately courtesy of a queen and
the dignity of a woman. The marvellous beauty that won for Isabella the
appellation of the "Helen of the middle ages" soon eclipsed the infant
graces of the princess, and reinstated her in the heart once all her own.
We accordingly find in the records of the year 1220, that "Isabella, Queen
Dowager of England, having before crossed the seas, took to her husband
her former spouse, the Count of Marche, in France, without leave of the
king, her son, or his council."

Notwithstanding this romantic change in their relations, Joanna continued
to reside at the castle of Valence, under the care of the gallant count,
who remained her steady friend and protector. She was of infinite service
to her parents and her country. The English were greatly incensed at the
marriage of Isabella, and the council of the regency withheld her jointure
as the widow of John, and neither the representations nor threats of her
valiant husband could induce them to repair the wrong. A war soon after
occurred between England and Scotland, and Alexander II., the chivalric
descendant of Maude, declared that he could not trust the strength of a
political treaty without the bond of a union with the royal family of
England. King Henry therefore despatched a messenger with an affectionate
letter to his mother, demanding the restoration of his sister. Count la
Marche refused to resign the guardianship of his lovely step-daughter
until the dower of his wife should be restored. The young king had then
recourse to Pope Honorius III., traducing his mother and her husband in no
measured terms, and praying him to lay upon them the ban of
excommunication. By a process almost as tedious as the present "law's
delays," the pope investigated the affair, till Alexander becoming
impatient, Henry was glad to accommodate the matter by paying up the
arrears of his mother's dower. The little princess was then sent to
England, and married to Alexander II., at York, 1221. She was a child of
angelic beauty and sweetness, and though only eleven years of age, had
thus twice stopped a cruel war. The English styled her Joan Makepeace.

The domestic bliss of Count Hugh and Isabella was less exquisite than
might have been anticipated from the constancy of his love, and the
romantic revival of her attachment: nor did the birth and education of
eight beautiful children concentrate their affections or afford sufficient
scope for their ambitious aspirations. Differences constantly arose
between the King of France and her son Henry, and it was often the duty of
her husband to fight in behalf of Louis, his liege lord, against her
former subjects of Aquitaine. It was her sole study, therefore, to render
French Poitou independent of the King of France. She "was a queen," she
said, "and she disdained to be the wife of a man who had to kneel before
another." Causes of mortification on this point were constantly occurring.
Count la Marche sought to obviate the difficulty by allying his family
with the blood royal. He offered his eldest daughter in marriage to the
brother of the French king, but the prince refused her, and gave his hand
to Jane of Toulouse. On this occasion the king made his brother Count of
Poictiers, and thus it became necessary for Count Hugh and his haughty
wife to fill the rôle of honor, and do homage to the young couple as their
suzerains. From this time forward the unfortunate count found that the
only way to secure domestic peace was to make perpetual war upon the
dominions of his sovereign. As a good soldier and a loyal knight who hangs
his hopes upon a woman's smile, he perseveringly followed the dangerous
path till he was utterly dispossessed of castle and patrimony, feudatory
and vassal. There remained then no resource but to cast themselves upon
the charity of the good king. The repentant count first despatched his
eldest son to the camp of Louis, and encouraged by the gracious reception
of the youth, soon followed with the remainder of his family. The monarch
compassionated their miserable situation, and granted to his rebellious
subject three castles on the simple condition of his doing homage for them
to Alphonso, Count of Poictiers. After this humiliating concession, Count
Hugh was disposed to dwell in quietness: but the restless spirit of
Isabella was untamed by disaster. The life of King Louis was twice
attempted, and the assassins being seized and put to the torture,
confessed that they had been bribed to the inhuman deed by the dowager
Queen of England. Alarmed for the consequences, she fled for safety to the
abbey of Fontevraud, where, says a contemporary chronicler, "She was hid
in a secret chamber, and lived at her ease, though the Poictevins and
French considering her as the cause of the disastrous war with their king,
called her by no other name than Jezebel, instead of her rightful
appellation of Isabel." Notwithstanding the disgrace and defeat that Count
Hugh had suffered, no sooner was the fair fame of his wife attacked than
he once more girded on his sword and appealed to arms to prove the
falsehood of the accusation upon the body of Prince Alphonso. Little
inclined to the fray, Alphonso declared contemptuously, that the Count la
Marche was so "treason-spotted" it would be disgrace to fight with him.
Young Hugh, the son of Isabella, then threw down the gage in defence of
his mother's reputation, but the cowardly prince again declined, alleging
that the infamy of the family rendered the young knight unworthy so
distinguished an honor.

The last interview between Hugh de Lusignan, Count la Marche, and Isabella
of Angoulême, ex-Queen of England, took place in the general reception
room in the convent of Fontevraud. The dishonored noble sought his wife to
acquaint her with the ruin of all their worldly prospects and the stain
upon their knightly escutcheon. The last tones that he heard from those
lips that once breathed tenderness and love were words of indignant
upbraiding and heart-broken despair. All his attempts at consolation were
repulsed with cruel scorn. She tore herself violently from his last fond
embrace, sought again the secret chamber and assumed the veil, and for
three years sister Felice, most inaptly so named, was distinguished among
the nuns by her lengthened penances and multiplied prayers.

The land of his nativity no longer possessed any attractions for the
bereaved and disappointed count. All the associations of his youth became
sources of painful reflection, and anxious to escape from the scenes where
every familiar object was but a monument of a buried hope, he determined
to share the crusade which St. Louis was preparing against the Infidel. He
fell, covered with wounds and glory in one of the eastern battles,
fighting beside his old antagonist Alphonso Count of Poictiers.



VIOLANTE.


CHAPTER I.

  "'Twas but for a moment--and yet in that time
  She crowded the impressions of many an hour:
  Her eye had a glow, like the sun of her clime,
  Which waked every feeling at once into flower!"

The fall of Constantinople had not been without its effect upon eastern
politics. The christian Prince of Antioch acknowledged the feudal
superiority of Baldwin, the new Emperor, and Saphadin, the Sultan of
Syria, justly apprehended that an easy and ready communication being thus
opened with Europe through the Greek Empire, the splendid conquest might
result in the carrying out of the original plan upon Palestine. To avert
this danger, he repaired to Antioch to conclude, if possible, a treaty for
six years' peace with the Christians. The sons of Elsiebede were permitted
to accompany the army of their father on his most distant expeditions; and
through the enlightened policy of Saphadin, or Saif Addin, during his
absence, contrary to the usual Oriental observances, the Moorish European
filled the office of regent of Jerusalem. Under her benign administration
the pilgrims had access to the holy places, and protection in the practice
of all the rites of Christianity. Salaman, whose self-complacency and
curiosity gave him a benevolent interest in all matters pertaining to
politics, humanity, or religion, was the usual medium of communication
between the empress and those who had occasion to solicit favors from her
hand. He was the Mercury to convey safe conducts, the Apollo to usher
petitioners into her presence.

The garb of the pilgrim had consequently become to her a familiar sight,
and it was therefore without surprise that she saw her attendant enter
with a toil-worn man leaning upon a palmer's staff. Her beneficence to
the Christians, and her affability towards all her dependents had made her
a frequent listener to the tales of pilgrims, and intent upon her own
thoughts she heard with an abstracted air the story of the mendicant, till
he uttered the name of Richard. Instantly she was all attention.

The old man had been the confessor of Henry II., but won by the cordial
frankness and generous impulses of Coeur de Lion, he availed himself of
every opportunity afforded by his intimacy with Henry to forward the
interests of the young prince. The king had confided to the priest, as his
spiritual father, his attachment to the fair and frail Alice of France;
and the monk had betrayed the secret of the confessional to Prince
Richard. By a law of Henry I., all priests guilty of this crime were
condemned to perpetual wandering, and Richard, in his first agony and
remorse, at the death of his father, caused the penalty to be strictly
enforced. The poor monk, therefore, had for nearly twenty years practised
a weary pilgrimage from one holy place to another, resting in monasteries,
walking unshod before shrines of peculiar sanctity, and kneeling or
watching in every cave or hermitage where the hallowed remains of a saint
might be supposed to avail for his absolution. Pursued thus by the furies
of remorse, and the curses of the church, he had visited the shrines of
St. Wulstan, St. Dunstan, St. Thomas of Canterbury, St. James of
Compostella, the crucifix of Lucca, the congregated Saints at Rome, the
cave of St. Cyprian in Africa, and had now come to pray God to release his
soul at the church of the Holy Sepulchre.

At the mention of St. James of Compostella, Elsiebede seemed agitated, and
when the monk ceased his story, she anxiously inquired whether in his
travels through Spain, he had rested in Pampeluna.

"I tarried there some days," returned the pilgrim, "but it is several
years since, and but for a strange circumstance it might have faded from
my memory; for he who thinks ever upon his own sins has little leisure to
study that which pleases or benefits others."

"Relate to me this circumstance," cried Elsiebede, eagerly.

"As I knelt at high mass," resumed the priest, "a noble lady, closely
veiled, bowed at the altar by my side. When the solemn ceremony was over,
and she rose to depart, an attendant whispered me to follow. She led the
way to her oratory in the palace of the king, where she showed me that she
was the widow of my deceased lord, Richard Coeur de Lion."

"My dear lady Berengaria," exclaimed Elsiebede, the tears falling from her
eyes like rain.

"It was, indeed, that honored queen," said the pilgrim; "who learning that
I had loved and served the noblest prince in Christendom, sent for me to
confess the follies of her past life, and to entreat me to perform for her
in Palestine certain vows which she had made during the long and painful
imprisonment of her royal husband. It was her purpose to expiate her own
sins by a life of voluntary penitence and devotion in the convent of
L'Espan: but before retiring from the world, she desired to make one more
effort for the people of God in the Holy Land. She made me acquainted,
therefore, most noble lady, with thy former estate in her household, and
how God had exalted thee to be the spouse of a prince and ruler, as he did
afore-time the royal Esther, who came to be Queen of Persia. She bade me
remind thee of the kindness that had been shown thee, when thou wert a
stranger in a strange land, and she commendeth her love to thee by this
precious jewel, that thou mayest look upon it, and show mercy to those who
are ready to perish for the faith of our holy church." With a pious
precision that mocked the impatience of Elsiebede, he drew from his scrip
a small reliquary which he slowly unclasped, and taking thence the magic
ring, around which clustered so many associations, presented it to the
sultana. Salaman, who had lost not a motion nor a word of the pilgrim, at
sight of the ring, forgot the respectful observance that had been enforced
since his residence at the eastern court, pressed forward and gazed upon
the precious talisman. The emotions of Elsiebede precluded utterance, and
the monk waited her reply in silence, till Salaman comprehending her
wishes in the matter, accompanied the pilgrim to the house of the
patriarch, and made the necessary arrangements for the performance of his
vows.

The gratitude of Elsiebede for the return of her long-loved, long-lost
treasure, bringing before her as it did, the image of her widowed
mistress, and the tender sympathy, which years of intimacy had engendered,
warmed her heart still more to the Christians, and she studied to
inculcate in the minds of her children, an amicable disposition towards
the Latin inhabitants of Palestine.

The sister of Sybilla, Isabella, firstly, widow of Conrad, secondly, widow
of Henry, Count of Champagne, and thirdly, widow of Almeric of Lusignan,
the twelfth King of Jerusalem, at last died, leaving her proud pretensions
and her disputed possessions to Mary, her daughter by Conrad. Alice, her
daughter by Henry, was married to Hugh of Lusignan, the son of her last
husband, and had been already proclaimed Queen of Cyprus. The claim of
Mary, therefore, to the throne of Jerusalem was undisputed, and as
Palestine was at that time without lord or ruler worthy to sway the ideal
sceptre that cost so much blood and treasure, the Bishop of Acre, and the
Lord of Cesarea were deputed by the christian knights to wait upon Philip
Augustus, King of France, and demand of him a husband for the young
princess.

While the potentates of Palestine and Europe were thus occupied in the
benevolent enterprise of procuring her a husband, the orphan, Mary, dwelt
quietly at Acre; and it occurred to the politic Saif-Eddin, that a union
between the young princess and his eldest son, Cohr-Eddin, might cement a
peace between Syria and Palestine. The ambitious youth became very much
interested in the affair, and readily entered into his parent's plan for
his aggrandizement.

The magnificent embassy despatched by the Emperor of the East, to demand
the hand of the fair heiress for his son, set out from Damascus loaded
with most rare and costly gifts. Cohr-Eddin, with the enthusiasm of a
lover, determined to exercise the liberty of the European princes and gain
an interview with his intended bride. Before setting out he received from
his mother a fragment of the true cross, and thus armed with what he
thought would render him irresistible to the christian maiden, he rode
gaily along at the head of the splendid cavalcade, beguiling the way in
converse with a celebrated Howadji, learned in the precepts of the Koran,
and in the gorgeous and metaphorical fictions of eastern poetry.

In the desert, as in the sea, the eye takes in a vast circle without
obstruction from forest or dwelling: the scouts on the second day,
therefore, easily discerned, far in the rear, a solitary horseman upon a
fleet Arabian barb. He did not, however, join the troop, but passing it to
the north, disappeared in the distance ere conjecture had settled upon his
identity, or the cause of his sudden apparition.

When the hour for evening prayers arrived, on the last day of the journey,
the cortêge turned aside into a small grove of palms, and sought
refreshment by a fountain, which threw up its clear waters, and with
untiring voice, warbled its perpetual hymn. The breath of the evening was
scented by the odor of the sorrowful nyctanthes, and as they entered, they
observed that the place had been rendered sacred by the burial of one
whose marble tomb, destitute of name or inscription, was shaded by the
tender leaves of the sensitive mimosa.

The repast being over, the story-loving Saracens gathered around the
Howadji, who continued to unfold the stores of his learning, descanting
upon the beauties of the place, and the influences of the stars, that,
like the generations of the earth, follow each other in solemn procession,
through the heavens; and drawing from his memory gems of poetry
appropriate to the time and occasion. Thus said he:--

  "Open thine eyes to consider the Narcissus,
  Thou wouldst say it is the circle of the Pleiades around the sun;
  Yet since the Rose has removed the veil from before her cheek,
  The Narcissus has become all eyes to gaze upon her."

  "The Violet has felt humbled and concealed her head under the purple
      mantle that covers her;
  One would say that the verdure has formed beneath her feet inviting
      unto prayer."

  "Yet as the sun among the stars, and the rose among the flowers of the
      garden,
  So is the Beloved to the partial eyes of the lover."

A voice singing or chanting in the Persian, seemed to reply from the
precincts of the tomb:--

  "Child of Adam, heir of worldly glory, let not Hope deceive thee,
  For I passed an undistinguished grave in the midst of a garden,
  And the narcissus, and the rose, and the violet clustered round it,
  And the star-like anemone shed its red light upon it.
  And I said, whose tomb is this?
  And the soil answered,
  Be respectful, for this is the resting-place of a lover."

  "So I said, God keep thee, oh! victim of love,
  For thou hast fallen beneath the simoom of passion,
  Or perished with the mildew of disappointment."

The voice ceased--the company waited in silence for the renewal of the
song: but the nightingale alone took up the strain, and the spreading of
the tents and the sweet slumber that falls upon the weary, effaced the
remembrance of the mysterious serenade from the minds of all but
Cohr-Eddin. A superstitious fear weighed upon the spirit of the lover, and
haunted his imagination. It was destiny warning him of disappointment, it
was a rival triumphing in his chagrin; in either case it argued ill for
the success of his suit, and robbed him of his rest.

When they set forward the following morning, they again caught a glimpse
of the unknown cavalier, spurring on before them, and a messenger, mounted
on the fleetest steed of the party, was despatched to overtake the
stranger, and learn his purpose. The mission was unsuccessful, and the
affair was passed over in silence.

The embassy was received with great distinction by the christian lords in
charge of Acre. The advantages of the proposed alliance were such as
carried conviction to the most obtuse minds. The ardor of the lover,
enforced by his presence, and by an animation unusual to the formal
Orientals, gave to the Templars the strongest hopes of being able to make
their own terms with the Sultan, and they eagerly advocated the propriety
of a betrothal between the parties, before the messengers could return
from Europe with the husband provided by the French king.

But as the Princess Mary had been made fully aware of the importance of
her hand to Christendom, and as her imagination might have been captivated
by the glowing descriptions of the western knight who should lay his
honors at her feet, the affair was considered of too delicate a character
to admit of their interference: they concluded, therefore, to leave the
lover to plead his own cause with the proud queen.

As Cohr-Eddin was conducted to the hall of audience, he encountered an
individual, whose person seemed familiar, but whose face was studiously
concealed, and who evidently sought to escape observation. When he entered
the royal presence the lady appeared agitated, and despite her efforts at
self-control tears forced themselves from her eyes, yet the unpropitious
omen at the same time gave such a subdued and tender expression to her
lustrous beauty, that the young Moslem acknowledged at once the power of
her charms. But neither the stately courtesy, nor the florid flatteries of
eastern compliment, nor the rich presents which he laid at her feet, nor
the tempting offer of the crown matrimonial of Syria, nor even the piece
of sacred wood which he brought to back his suit, had power to move the
heart of the christian maiden. She steadfastly plead her engagement to
abide by the arrangements of her ambassadors. The penetrating Saracen
perceived, however, that it was the state of her affections, and not her
principles that made his case utterly hopeless. He could not escape the
suspicion that the mysterious horseman was in some way connected with his
disappointment; but as he could not learn the name or rank of his rival,
his wounded pride had not the usual alleviation of meditated revenge.

On his return to Damascus, he found that during his absence a division of
the Empire had been determined upon; that his younger brother had been
made Sultan of Egypt, while to himself was committed the sovereignty of
Syria and Palestine.

Affairs were in this posture when Jean de Brienne, the nobleman designated
by Philip Augustus, with a train of three hundred knights arrived at Acre.
The next day he received the hand of Mary in marriage, and shortly
afterwards was crowned King of Jerusalem.


CHAPTER II.

  ----"Death grinned horribly
  A ghastly smile."----

A few years of unsuccessful conflict with the politic and warlike
Saphadin, sufficed to acquaint the new king with the condition of affairs
in Palestine. He displayed his valor in many a fierce encounter, and saved
his states from utter annihilation, but he foresaw the approaching ruin of
the holy cause, and wrote a letter to the pope, stating that the kingdom
of Jerusalem consisted only of two or three towns, which by a vigorous
action on the part of his foes, might be wrested from him at any moment.

Innocent III. answered by a circular letter, calling on all the sovereigns
and clergy of Christendom, to seek a crown of glory in the sacred wars of
Palestine; and by an epistle to Saphadin, in which he reminded the
powerful Infidel, that the Holy Land was in the possession of the
Mussulmans, not on account of their virtues, but the sins of the
Christians. The anger of Heaven, however, he said, was tempered with
mercy, and the time was at hand when that mercy would be shown in an
especial manner, and he finished by exhorting the Sultan to resign
peacefully, a country which was a source of more inconvenience than profit
to the Moslems.

As the dignified Saracen made no overtures of capitulation, the pope found
it necessary to put this boasted mercy to the proof, and the _Sixth
Crusade_ was accordingly preached in every church of Europe. A general
council was held in the palace of the Lateran, A.D. 1215, for the
important but dissimilar purposes of crowning Frederic II. grandson of
Frederic Barbarossa, and for chastising vice in its various forms and
condemning heresy in all its phases, and also for the sake of inducing
princes and people to join the expedition to the Holy Land.

"There were present the Patriarchs of Constantinople and Jerusalem, the
ambassador of the Patriarch of Antioch, seventy-four metropolitan
primates, and three hundred and forty bishops. The abbots and friars
numbered eight hundred, but the representatives of the higher clergy could
not be calculated. The Emperor of Constantinople, the Kings of France,
England, Hungary, Jerusalem, Arragon, and the sovereigns of many other
countries, were represented in the assembly."

After the general interests of the church had been considered and the
heretics summarily given over to all the miseries of this life, and the
pains of that to come, war against the Saracens, was declared to be the
most sacred duty of the European world. The usual privileges and
indulgences were accorded to the pilgrims, all tournaments during the
three years appointed for the crusade, were prohibited, and universal
peace was decreed, to all christian kingdoms for the same period. Frederic
II. was crowned on condition of joining the expedition.

The troubadours again took down their harps, and the voice of song echoing
through castle and hall aroused the enthusiasm of youth, and awoke the
slumbering energies of age. The pontiff himself declared his intention of
visiting the Holy Land, and the warriors said one to another, "Let us
spread our sacred banners and pass the seas; let us impress upon our
bodies the sign of the cross; let us restore Christ to his inheritance,
and by our deeds of arms merit the admiration of men, and the approbation
of Heaven."

This crusade is divided into three parts. The expedition of Andrew II.
King of Hungary; the war in Egypt, led by the Pope's legate and King Jean;
and the campaign of the Emperor Frederic II., the first two divisions with
their multiplied and sanguinary events, shaping the destiny and affecting
the fortunes of Violante, the infant daughter of John de Brienne and Mary,
King and Queen of Jerusalem.

Not long after Philip Augustus furnished from his dominions so wise and
noble a knight to protect the rights of Mary and Jerusalem, he was called
upon to exercise again his royal prerogative of match-maker and king-maker
by deputies from Constantinople.

The first Latin sovereign of the Greek Empire, Baldwin of Flanders, left
his crown to his brother Henry. This prince dying without children, the
next heir was his sister Yolande, widow of a French noble, and
mother-in-law to Andrew II. King of Hungary. But the sceptre of empire in
Constantinople, as well as in Jerusalem, could be swayed only by the firm
hand of a warrior, and the deputies besought Philip Augustus to provide at
once a husband for Yolande, and an emperor for the throne of the Cæsars.
The choice fell upon Peter Courtenay, cousin of the French king. The
bridegroom--monarch elect, was conducted by a noble retinue to the Court
of Hungary, where the marriage ceremony was performed by the successor of
Innocent, Pope Honorius III. King Andrew then, in setting off for the
crusade, accompanied the bridal party, dignified by the presence of the
sovereign pontiff to the gates of Constantinople, where he witnessed the
august ceremony of investing the monarch with the imperial purple, and saw
the pope place the diadem of the East upon the head of his royal
father-in-law. From Constantinople the Hungarian leader sailed for Cyprus,
where he was admitted to an audience, with Hugh and Alice, king and queen
of that island and thence with favorable winds passed over the Levant, and
landed in safety at Acre.

This city was at that time the metropolis of the Holy Land, and in the
palace formerly occupied by the queens Berengaria and Joanna, the stern
western warriors knelt and did homage to Violante, the young Princess of
Palestine. Saphadin had retired from the constant toils of royalty, and
blessed with the respect of his people, and the sweet affection of
Elsiebede, resided in security at Damascus.

Cohr-Eddin, the reigning monarch, unprepared for the sudden invasion of
his territories, was unable to call together his scattered tribes in
sufficient force to hazard a general battle with the croises. The King of
Hungary therefore led his army unmolested across "that ancient river, the
river Kishon," over the plain of Jezreel, to the valley of the Jordan.
They bathed in the sacred river; made the pilgrimage of the lake
Gennesareth; visited the scenes made sacred by the miracles of the
Saviour, and returned to Acre.

On the mount of Transfiguration the Saracens had built and fortified a
tower of exceeding strength, and the soldiers, anxious to achieve
something worthy the expedition, clamored to be led to the siege of this
fortress; but hordes of armed Mussulmans were every day crowding to the
vicinity, and the restless Andrew, afraid to undertake anything further,
resolved on a return to Europe.

Neither the entreaties nor threats of the Latin Christians, who had
received him with hospitality, and exhausted their supplies in his
entertainment, could persuade him to venture a blow for Palestine. Taking
with him most of his soldiers, he returned through the Greek Empire,
collecting relics from every holy place on his route, having so
impoverished his kingdom by the expenses of the expedition, that it did
not for years recover its pristine state. Thus ended the first division of
the Sixth Crusade.

Still the Latins of Palestine were not left destitute. The Duke of
Austria remained with a company of German crusaders, and the next year,
when a reinforcement arrived, King Jean de Brienne with the Templars and
Hospitallers, decided to transfer the seat of war to the dominions of
Melech Camel, the youngest son of Saphadin and Elsiebede. Damietta was
considered the key of Egypt, and thither the crusaders sailed in the month
of May, A.D. 1216. A gallant band, selected from every nation in the army,
led the assault against the citadel on St. Bartholomew's day. The garrison
defended themselves with valor, but finally capitulated, and the rest of
the city was looked upon as an easy conquest.

It was at this time that the Counts La Marche and Nevers arrived at the
head of the French division of the crusade, but notwithstanding this new
importation of knightly valor, the siege of Damietta went on but slowly.
The legate of the pope advanced a claim to the office of
commander-in-chief in right of his spiritual superiority; the Syrian
Christians rallied around their King Jean de Brienne, and the French would
yield obedience to none but their native leaders. Thus the captured castle
of Damietta became a very Babel, from the confusion of tongues. Seventeen
months were passed in furious attacks and idle skirmishes. The Saracens
fought many well-contested battles with the Christians in their camp, but
the issue of most of these conflicts was disastrous to the Moslems.

While the valiant Melech Camel was thus engaged in the gallant defence of
his dominions, the death of Saif-Eddin deprived him of the counsels and
assistance of the most successful chieftain that ever ruled the East.

When the news of the sad event reached Egypt, the subjects of the Sultan
withdrew from their allegiance and joined the standard of a young Emir who
attempted to make the sufferings of his country the means of his own
aggrandizement. Melech Camel, obliged to escape for safety, fled over to
Arabia, and thence directed his course toward Syria. Passing through
El-akof, or territory of the winding sands, he came to the valley of
Kadesh, where he descried a caravan encamped for the night. In doubt
whether the convoy was guarded by the tributaries of his brother, or by a
hostile tribe of Bedouins, he cautiously approached the well around which
tethered horses and mules were browsing upon the scanty herbage, and
multitudes of camels were lying in quiet repose. White tents like a
setting of pearls around a central diamond encircled a silken pavilion of
unrivalled magnificence, on the top of which gleamed a silver crescent, at
once the symbol of the Moslem faith, and the reflection of its bright
archetype in the sky. The watch-fires burned low, and no sounds of life
broke the profound silence that reigned throughout the extended realm of
night. Dismounting and throwing the rein of his steed across his arm, to
be prepared for any emergency, he advanced stealthily to the entrance of
the circle. As he lifted the awning a small, dark, misshapen figure, like
the fabled genii that guard the treasures of the East, rose up before him,
and one glance at the ugly but welcome visage of Salaman assured him that
he was among friends. The intelligence which he received from the faithful
black, was even more gratifying than his appearance. The caravan was laden
with provisions for the suffering soldiers in Egypt. Elsiebede herself
occupied the royal pavilion, and Cohr Eddin was levying forces to come to
the rescue of Damietta. Salaman led the way to a tent where, after
listening to these satisfactory details, the fugitive monarch was left to
the enjoyment of a repose to which he had long been stranger.

The meeting between Elsiebede and her favorite and unfortunate son, was of
the most tender character. She acquainted him with the particulars of his
father's death, and of the affairs that disturbed the peace of the empire.
When Cohr-Eddin, returning from his unsuccessful suit to the heiress of
Jerusalem, found that his brother had been sent to Egypt, he was confirmed
in the suspicion that his rival was no other than Melech Camel. He
recalled the figure of the solitary horseman, the voice at the tomb, and
the disguised stranger, and, incensed at the thought that his brother had
supplanted him in the affections of the princess, he determined to pursue
him to his new dominions and take summary vengeance upon him. To soothe
the irritated and jealous feelings of Cohr-Eddin, Elsiebede had been under
the necessity of revealing the secret which her younger son had confided
to her on the eve of his departure for Egypt, namely, his early attachment
for Mary formed during a residence at the Latin court, the hope he had
cherished of uniting the kingdoms by a union with the object of his
affections, and the struggle it had cost him to relinquish those
pretensions. Cohr-Eddin, less noble than his brother, could scarcely be
brought to credit the assertion that Camel's visit to Acre had originated
in a desire to leave Mary free to accept his proposals, but as it was then
the festival of the Ramadan, in which it is not permitted for the faithful
to make war upon each other, the execution of his revenge was necessarily
delayed, and before the expiration of the sacred period, his presence was
required upon the frontiers of his kingdom to repel the irruption of the
Mongols.

       *       *       *       *       *

The timely relief afforded by the stores of the caravan, and the warlike
fame and forces of his brother, soon reinstated Camel in his possessions;
but their united efforts were insufficient to drive the Christians from
Egypt. Before leaving Palestine, Cohr-Eddin apprehensive that his own
territories might be garrisoned against him, destroyed the wall of
Jerusalem, and broke down its defences with the exception of the tower of
David, and the temple of the sepulchre; and after many gallant battles,
deeming it impossible to raise the siege of Damietta, he proposed to the
Crusaders peace. The Moslems, he said, would give up the piece of the true
cross, release all the Christian prisoners in Syria and Egypt, rebuild the
walls of Jerusalem, and relinquish the sacred city to its Latin king, John
de Brienne.

The French and the Germans hailed with joy the prospect of a speedy
termination of the war; but the fanatical devotees of the church, the
Templars, legates, and bishops were deaf to the counsels of moderation,
and it was decided to pursue the siege with vigor.

Damietta was taken; but with such determined valor had the Moslems
defended their city, that of the population, which, at the commencement of
the siege, consisted of seventy thousand souls, scarce three thousand upon
the day of final attack appeared upon the ramparts. A gate was forced, and
the warriors of the cross rushed forward to commence the work of plunder.
They met neither a resistant nor a suppliant enemy. The awful silence
struck a chill upon their souls. They passed along the deserted streets.
The waysides were strewn with dead bodies in every state of putrescence.
They entered the dwellings. In every room ghastly corpses, with visages
shrunken by famine or bloated by pestilence, glared upon them. Turk and
Mameluke, Copt and Arab, master and servant, rich and poor, were heaped in
undistinguished masses, the dying with the dead. Infants appealing in vain
to the pulseless breasts of famished mothers, lifted their feeble cries
for sustenance; dogs ran about the streets, and pestilential effluvia rose
like an exhalation from the vast charnel-house, whose appalling stillness
the Christians had invaded with songs of triumph and rejoicing. They had
overcome the Moslems, but they found the conqueror Death seated on the
throne of dominion. Awe-struck and abashed they fled from before the
presence of the King of Terrors, gladly granting life and liberty to the
surviving Moslems, on condition of their performing the horrid and
melancholy task of cleansing the city from the remains of their relatives
and friends.

The way into Palestine was now open, and King Jean proposed to the
victorious Christians to march immediately thither; but the legate of the
pope insisted that the complete conquest of Egypt should first be
effected. His arrogance overruled wiser counsels, and it was resolved to
pursue Melech Camel to Cairo. The croises accordingly advanced on the
eastern bank of the Nile, till their progress was arrested by the canal
of Ashmoun, on the south side of which the forces of Islam were stationed.
Every emir of Syria had sent assistance to Melech, and the Latins were
prevented from leaving their position, till the period of the annual
influx of the Nile, when the Mussulmans opened their sluices, inundated
their enemy's camp, cut off all communication with the sea-coast, and
enclosed them like fish in a net. The tents and baggage were swept away;
the provisions spoiled, the terrible scourge that had destroyed the
inhabitants of Damietta, appeared in the camp, and the humbled Christians
made overtures of peace, promising to evacuate Egypt, on condition of
being permitted to return in safety to Acre. The generous Melech Camel
acceded to this proposal. Hostages were exchanged for the performance of
the treaty, and the noble King of Jerusalem, together with his wife and
their daughter, Violante, were among the number.

The Sultan of Egypt received his guests with distinguished honor, and
provided for their princely entertainment in Cairo. As the sympathetic
Latin chief took leave of his suffering followers, tears overflowed his
manly cheeks. "Why do you weep?" exclaimed the compassionate sultan. "I
have cause to weep," returned the king, "the people whom God has given to
my charge, are perishing amidst the waters, dying with hunger, or falling
a prey to the pestilence." "Despair not," replied the noble Melech, "for
what saith the proverb? 'To everything there is an end,' therefore, mourn
not, for misfortunes shall find a termination." He turned to his soldiers,
and gave orders that the granaries of Egypt should be opened for their
suffering foes.

As the royal hostages approached the palace of the Sultan, they were
preceded by troops of vassals, called apparitors, who, sword in hand and
with great clamor, led them through narrow and winding passages, where at
every gate cohorts of armed Ethiopians, bowed with their faces in the dust
before the Sultan, and welcomed his triumphant return, with the harsh
dissonance of the Saracen drum, and the shrill tones of the Syrian pipe.
They entered next upon a broader space open to the clear light of day,
where were galleries wainscoted with gold, and ornamented with marble
pillars and sculptured images of the old Egyptian deities; and paved with
mosaics of colored stone. There were basins filled with limpid waters,
which glided in shining streams over rocks arranged to resemble the
ravines and grottoes of the wilderness. The branches of the olive,
pomegranate and fig were loaded with fruit, and the place resounded with
the warbling of birds of varied and gorgeous plumage; while through vistas
pleasantly opening to them as they passed, the eye caught glimpses of
artificial forests in which bounded the silver-footed antelope, and the
bright-eyed gazelle, with multitudes of graceful and beautiful animals,
"Such as painters imagine in the wantonness of their art, such as poetic
fancies describe, such as we see in dreams, and such as are found only in
the lands of the Orient and the South." The open court turned upon a
corridor, and at the entrance beneath a crystal floor, there rolled a
clear stream through which the glittering gold fish sported, and the
mottled trout pursued the shining insects with restless avidity. The
little Violante unpractised in the deceits of art, lifted her robe and
stepped daintily upon the glassy surface, as if to lave her tiny feet in
the translucent waters. Finding that the firm basis yielded not to the
tread, she passed on with a puzzled look of surprise and pleasure, till
her attention was attracted by the sound of a multitude of voices, and
melodious harpings with which the satellites of the ante-chamber greeted
their approach. Bands of Mamelukes dressed in robes of the greatest
magnificence, prostrated themselves thrice before their Sultan, and then
raised their feathery wands to bar the progress of the train to the inner
court of the harem. The gates rolled back upon their golden hinges, and a
troop of maidens fair as the houries, approached to receive the christian
females, while the Sultan with the king and his knights turned away from
the closing gates, like lost spirits banished from the bowers of Elysium.

Welcomed by the inmates of the seraglio, the royal ladies were conducted
to baths, where all sense of fatigue was lost in the plastic embrace of
the fragrant waters; after which reclining upon couches they enjoyed
delicious repose, while their dark-eyed attendants plaited their hair
according to the eastern fashion, and apparelled them with the flowing and
graceful drapery of the Egyptian court. Thence they were ushered into a
refectory, where seated upon divans, they regaled themselves with a simple
collation of cakes and fruits, inhaling the balmy air redolent with
accumulated sweets, gathered from the fragrant gardens that bordered the
Nile. From the banquet room they passed to an apartment magnificently
adorned with all the appliances of Oriental luxury. Lofty windows admitted
the light, which, shaded by curtains of varied colors, was tempered to a
soft radiance that filled the apartment with an indefinable bloom.
Suddenly the silken partitions inwoven with pearls and gold in the midst
of the hall, were drawn aside, and Elsiebede, descending from a canopied
throne, and resigning the stately dignity of the queen, greeted her
European guests with the gracious familiarity that she had learned in the
household of Richard Coeur de Lion. Reclining upon cushions that offered
rest and inspired a soft languor, they listened to her sweet assurances of
favor uttered in the welcome language of Frangistan, or watched the airy
motions of sportive girls, who keeping time to the tinkling ornaments that
decorated their delicate limbs, sported before them in the joyous
evolutions of the dance. The unaffected grace of the little Violante, who
joined the performers, gave infinite delight to the almé or learned women,
who accompanied by the Syrian lute, sang verses in compliment to the
distinguished guests.

Upon the evacuation of Egypt by the Christians, the volunteers returned to
Europe, and the Barons of Syria and the military orders retired to Acre.
The hostages being now at liberty, the king set off for Palestine, leaving
his wife and child to travel by the imperial caravan, under the safe
conduct of the Sultana. He found his kingdom in a distracted state. The
Templars were in effect the lords of Palestine, and a cessation of
hostilities with the Infidels, was but a signal for the breaking out of
animosities between the rival Christians.

Disheartened with the gloomy aspect of things, the disconsolate king sat
in his palace at Acre, devising schemes to mend his broken fortunes, each
one of which, upon mature consideration, he was forced to abandon as
hopeless and impracticable, when the chamberlain entered and presented a
letter. The epistle was from Elsiebede, and brought the melancholy
intelligence of the death of his beloved Mary, whose remains, preserved in
wax, and attended by her own christian maidens, had been brought to Acre
under the convoy of the fleet of Melech Camel. With the delicate
tenderness of one who had tasted grief, the Sultana dwelt upon the virtues
of the deceased queen, and consoled the bereaved husband with assurances
that her disease had been treated by the most learned leeches of the royal
household, and her last hours been blest with the attendance of a
christian priest, and the performance of the rites enjoined by the
christian faith. Concerning the orphan, Violante, she continued, "Let the
damsel, I pray thee, abide with me, that I may show kindness unto her for
her mother's sake. She shall have the nurture of a princess in the house
of the Egyptian, for God hath made her unto me as Moses to the daughter of
Pharaoh. The angel of the storm rideth upon the sea, while the winter
remaineth, but when the queen of the flowers shall ascend her throne of
enamelled foliage, thou mayest require her, and she shall come to thee, by
the blessing of Allah (whose name be exalted), and by the blessing also of
thy prophet Jesus, in whom thou trustest."

The burial-ground of Acre was crowded with christian graves. The best and
noblest of the brave sons of the West, champions and martyrs of the cross,
had there gained worthy sepulture; but it was meet that the Queen of
_Jerusalem_ should find her last resting-place among the ancient kings of
that time-honored metropolis. By the favor of Cohr-Eddin permission was
gained to convey her body thither; mass was said for her soul in the
church of the Holy Sepulchre; her grave was made in the valley of
Jehoshaphat; and Christian and Saracen stood together in reverent silence,
while the Patriarch of Jerusalem committed "Earth to earth, and dust to
dust," to wait the morning of the resurrection.


CHAPTER III.

  "The death of those distinguished by their station,
  But by their virtue more, awakes the mind
  To solemn dread, and strikes a saddening awe."

When the loss of Damietta and the evacuation of Egypt was known at Rome,
Pope Honorius III. reproached the emperor, Frederic II. with being the
cause of the signal failure of the christian arms in the East, and
threatened him with excommunication if he did not immediately fulfil his
vow, by leading his armies against the Infidel. This insolence roused the
indignation of the prince, and excited him to hostility. He proceeded to
claim the kingdom of the two Sicilies, in right of his mother, Constance,
and marching thither, drove out the partisans of the Holy See, established
bishops of his own choosing in the vacant benefices, and even threatened
to plunder Rome. Honorius discovering that he had involved himself in
strife with a powerful enemy, wrote a conciliatory letter to the emperor,
saying, "I exhort you, my dear son, to recall to your recollection, that
you are the protector of the Roman Church; do not forget what you owe to
that good mother, and take pity on her daughter, the church of the East,
which extends towards you her arms, like an unfortunate, who has no longer
any hope but in you."

Frederic, too much occupied in his plans for adding Italy to the German
Empire, to undertake a distant expedition that afforded so little
prospect of an increase of patrimony or glory, was, notwithstanding,
willing to avail himself of the popular enthusiasm. He professed his
intention to obey the mandate of the holy father, and prepared for the
pious work, by causing his son Henry to be crowned King of the Romans, and
by adding the imperial to the kingly diadem upon his own head, 1220. It is
even probable that the subjugation of Italy, and the assertion of the
rights of the temporal against the spiritual power, might have prevented
Frederic from ever attempting anything for Palestine, had not the
sagacious pontiff found an irresistible ally in the beautiful Violante,
Queen of Jerusalem.

Wearied of endeavoring to convert his marital rights to the sovereignty of
Jerusalem, into actual and firm dominion, Jean de Brienne listened to the
suggestions of the Roman legate, that his claims to the nominal crown
might be transferred with the hand of his daughter to some powerful prince
of Europe.

Accompanied by the patriarch of Jerusalem, Jean de Brienne sailed for
Egypt on his route to Italy. Melech Camel received his guests with a
pompous distinction calculated to impress them with the security and
prosperity of his government; and Violante, whose sojourn with Elsiebede
had been protracted to several years, welcomed her father with the timid
reserve consequent upon the harem-like seclusion in which she had been
nurtured. Her dress was Oriental, both in richness of material and
peculiarity of costume. She returned the king's embrace gracefully and
affectionately, but when the patriarch fixed his admiring eyes upon her,
she instantly concealed her blushing countenance behind the folds of her
veil, and the prelate observed that though the prayers she repeated in her
agitation, were such as the church prescribed, she held in her hand an
"Implement of praise," or Moslem rosary, of thrice three and thirty
precious stones, and that she involuntarily mingled with her more orthodox
devotions, "Ya Alla khalick, ya Alla kareem." He would fain have relieved
her of the Infidel charm, but the spoiled princess resisted his pious
endeavor, and sought refuge from his remonstrances in the female
apartments of the palace.

The stay of Jean de Brienne in Egypt was marked by an event of great
consequence, both to the Christians and Mussulmans. The health of
Elsiebede had long been declining; and in the maturity of years, passed in
benevolent efforts to harmonize the discordant interests of those among
whom she dwelt a stranger and a sovereign, she sank to her rest. Violante
wept bitterly at the loss of her patron and friend, but the Moorish
maidens, to whom she had rendered herself inexpressibly dear, were not
permitted by their law to indulge in expressions of sorrow, though an
involuntary tear accompanied the consolatory words with which they
addressed Melech Camel: "Alla wills it. May the blessing of the
All-merciful rest upon thee."

Violante had so long dwelt in the house of Elsiebede, that the
distinctions of faith were forgotten, and she was allowed to mingle with
the mourning-train that carried the body to the burial: but King Jean de
Brienne and the patriarch of Jerusalem were prohibited from profaning the
sacred ceremony by their presence.

The serene dawn of an Eastern morning was gilding the domes and minarets
of Cairo, as the body of Elsiebede was carried forth to the mosque, to be
prepared, according to the faith of her fathers, for its final home. As
the bearers entered the door, the congregation repeated in solemn cadence,
"Praise be to God, the Lord of the worlds, the most merciful, the king of
the day of judgment. Thee do we worship, and of thee do we beg assistance.
Direct us in the right way, in the way of those to whom thou hast been
gracious; not of those against whom thou art incensed, nor of those who go
astray."

The imam then stood up and called upon one and another to testify
concerning the life of the illustrious dead; and each vied with the other
in recounting her acts of beneficence and piety, till the priest concluded
with, "She was more glorious than the four perfect women who dwell in the
bowers of the blest. She was more bountiful than Fatima; she had the
virtue of Kadijah; she was more constant than Asia; she had the purity of
Mary."

Wrapped in fine linen impregnated with spices and perfumes, and laid in a
coffin of cypress, the remains were then carried to the place of
interment, where a crowd of females who were not permitted to enter the
mosque, sat closely veiled upon the ground in the utmost abandonment of
silent sorrow. Others embraced the pillars that ornamented the graves, and
cried out, "A leaf hath withered on the tree of life, a new guest cometh
to the City of the Silent."

The body was preceded by a noble Moor, who bore upon his head a box of
cendal wood inlaid with mother-of-pearl. Arrived at the grave, the bearers
set down the bier, and the imam called upon all to join him in prayer.
Scarcely had the air ceased to vibrate with their voices, when the
muezzins, placing frankincense in golden censers, touched it with burning
coals, and a fragrant cloud laden with the breath of their petitions,
seemed to float away towards heaven. The imam standing at the head of the
grave, opened the cendal box, and taking thence the leaves of the Koran,
distributed them among the people, and all began to read in a low
recitative chant, the words of the holy book, "By the brightness of the
morning; and by the night, when it groweth dark; thy Lord hath not
forsaken thee, neither doth he hate thee. Verily the life to come shall be
better for thee than the present life; and thy Lord shall give thee a
reward wherewith thou shalt be well pleased. Did not he find thee an
orphan, and hath he not taken care of thee? And did he not find thee
wandering in error, and hath he not guided thee into the truth? And did he
not find thee needy, and hath he not enriched thee? Wherefore declare the
goodness of thy Lord." The coffin was deposited in the ground, and every
friend and every bystander cast a portion of dust upon it, until the grave
was filled. The imam then called out to the loved one, "Oh Elsiebede!
daughter of Eve, say that God is thy God, say that Mohammed is the prophet
of God." He paused a moment as if listening for her response, and then
continued, "Certainly thou hast acknowledged God for thy God, Islamism
for thy religion, Mohammed for thy prophet, the Koran for thy priest, the
sanctuary of Mecca for thy Kibla, and the faithful for thy brethren." He
turned to the congregation, and spreading forth his hands repeated the
benediction, "Oh Lord pour patience on us, and cause us all to die
Moslems."

Melech Camel, as chief of the household, then approached, and planted a
sprig of cypress on the right and on the left of the grave, and each
friend and relative performed the same sad duty, and then all standing
together with their hands stretched out above the resting-place of the
beloved Sultana, repeated the portion of the sacred writings appointed for
the closing service: "By the sun and its rising brightness--by the moon
when she followeth him--by the day when he showeth his splendor--by the
night when it covereth him with darkness--by the heaven and him who built
it--by the earth and him who spread it forth--by the witness and the
witnessed--by the soul and him who completely formed it, and inspired into
the same its faculty of distinguishing and power of choosing wickedness
and piety--now is he who hath possessed the same happy--"

The procession then slowly and sadly departed from the hallowed precincts,
and none marked the bowed and wasted figure of Salaman leaning upon the
broken turf that hid from his dimmed and aged eyes the face of his only
friend. His attachment for Elsiebede had been such as is common to animals
remarkable for sagacity and fidelity, and the range of his intellect
introducing him to no personal aspirings, all his thoughts had been
concentrated in the one idea of serving his mistress. He had shared her
confidence and favor in weal and in woe, and followed her fortunes with a
zeal and industry that engrossed all his powers. Now that she was no more,
there remained for him neither aim nor purpose, neither hope nor desire.
Without a country, without a religion, he had worshipped Mass with the
Christians, and repeated the Creed with the Moslems; but since Elsiebede
had entered upon an untried state, his desire to insure to her every
possible good, led him, at great personal inconvenience, to procure an
ebony cross, that if she failed of the Mohammedan paradise, she might,
through its influence, gain an entrance into the Christian's heaven. With
a feeble hand that scarce obeyed the promptings of his generous affection,
the faithful black hollowed a place for the venerated symbol, and with
great difficulty planted it firmly at the head of the grave. The pious
task accomplished, he knelt to repeat a christian prayer which they had
learned together in the household of Berengaria. The familiar words
overwhelmed him in a tide of long-forgotten reminiscences, and he fell
prostrate upon the mound.

The following morning Violante obtained permission to accompany the
maidens to the burial ground, and assist in garlanding the grave of the
Sultana. At the sight of the silent worshipper they hushed their voices,
but he heeded not their approach. The princess ventured to lift the hand
that rested upon the cross. It was stiff and cold. She drew aside her veil
and gazed upon his face. The faithful Salaman had expired upon the grave
of Elsiebede.


CHAPTER IV.

  "Her lot is on you--silent tears to weep,
  And patient smiles to wear through suffering's hour
  And sumless riches from Affection's deep,
  To pour on broken reeds--a wasted shower!
  And to make idols, and to find them clay,
  And to bewail that worship--therefore pray!"

Violante, the eastern beauty, whose hand held the keys of all the seaports
of the Levant--the sceptre of the Latin kingdom of Palestine, and the
diadem of Jerusalem--and whose voice alone could pronounce the magic
"Sesame" that should open the gates of commerce, and pour the treasures
of Sheba, and Dedan, and Ophir into the coffers of the church, created a
great sensation in Europe.

The titular king, John de Brienne, was ready to resign all the real or
fancied good that might appertain to his daughter's dominions, in favor of
any candidate whom the pope should select as her future husband; and the
presumptive queen, whose eastern preferences led her still to retain the
timid reserve in which she had been educated, was not supposed to have any
choice in the matter. The wily pontiff desirous to bind the Ghibelline
faction like a victim to the horns of the altar, proposed a union between
the son of the Emperor Frederic, and the daughter of John de Brienne. The
young prince was delighted with his brilliant prospects, and readily
assured the legate of the pope, that his sword should be ready at all
times and in all places to execute the decrees of the church.

Since her arrival at Rome, Violante had lived in almost utter solitude,
mourning for the girlish sports that had given wings to the flying hours
in the palace of Cairo, and weeping at the remembrance of the constant
beneficence and tender counsels of the good Queen Elsiebede. She received
the advances of the royal heir of Hohenstaufen with an embarrassment that
might portend either success or failure to his suit. He repeated his
visits, and at each interview made desperate efforts to impress her with a
sense of his devotion and to win in return some token of her regard; but
his self-felicitations reached no farther than a general conviction, that
she was very beautiful and very bashful. John de Brienne represented to
his daughter the necessity of fixing the affections of the young king. She
listened with respectful silence, and interposed no objections to the
arrangements making for her future happiness. The nuptials were to be
celebrated on the occasion of a high festival, at Ferentino, and the
emperor with the chief dignitaries of his court was to grace the splendid
ceremony. The week before the appointed day, Frederic arrived in Italy,
and prompted by curiosity, sought an interview with his prospective
daughter. Violante received the majestic emperor with the same maiden
coyness that had characterized her interviews with her lover; but
Frederic, whose ardent fancy was captivated by the fascinating Oriental,
was not to be baffled by her shyness. After attempting an indifferent
conversation, in the French language, he changed his tactics, and
modulating his voice to the low, deep tones of the Arabic, spoke to her of
her former life, of her mother, of her future home. Suddenly the
countenance of the delighted girl became radiant with animation, the
eloquent blood mounted to her cheek, her eyes dilated with joy, and the
admiring monarch listened in mute surprise, while in the graceful and
poetical language of the East she narrated the particulars of her sojourn
at Cairo, and described the games and sports she had enjoyed in the
company of the Moorish maidens. She showed him her jewel rosary, with its
pendant charm, the talisman of the Gyptianos, the last gift of Elsiebede;
but when she essayed to speak of the virtues of the sultana, tender
recollections crowded so fast upon her, that her lips refused their
office, and gushing tears alone finished her tale of gratitude and love.
Her royal auditor soothed her agitation with assurances of sympathy and
kindness, and on leaving the apartment, was flattered by her urgent
request, that he would visit her again. Engagements of this sort, the
amatory monarch seldom failed to fulfil. Each interview increased the
charm, and deepened her affection; and before the expiration of the week,
he waited upon the pope to apprize his holiness, that Violante had
rejected the son, in favor of the father. The pontiff, well pleased with
the turn affairs had taken, interposed but one condition, and Frederic
having solemnly promised to undertake the crusade within two years, took
the place of Henry at the altar, and espoused the heiress of Jerusalem.

Pleased with his lovely acquisition, and occupied with the affairs of his
realm, Frederic delayed under various pretexts the fulfilment of his vow,
and neither the expostulations of pope nor peer had any influence upon his
purposes, till he learned that Honorius had entered into a league with
his son Henry, the disappointed bridegroom, and instigated the cities of
Lombardy to revolt. Alarmed at the disaffection of his subjects, Frederic
renewed his promise, and went so far as to consign his kingdom to the
protection of the church, during his absence. The death of the pope, in
1227, afforded him another temporary respite.

He had, however, in this change of pontiffs, as little matter of
congratulation, as the fox in the fable: Gregory IX. proving a more
voracious and intolerant scourge, than his predecessor. After making
arrangements to prosecute the designs of Honorius upon the Albigenses, the
new pope published the eastern crusade, and called upon Frederic to set
out without loss of time.

The lovely Violante was drooping in her European home. The harsh and
guttural language of the Germans, offended her ear, their rude and
unpolished manners presented an effectual barrier to the light and
graceful amusements, which she sought to introduce in her court, and her
delicate frame chilled by the severity of a climate to which she was
unaccustomed, shrank from every exposure. She pined to revel once more, in
the bland and balmy airs that sweep the fragrance from Hermon, and to be
served with the courteous reserve, and graceful observances which she had
enjoyed in the harem of Cairo. Her only hope of returning to her native
land, was in the fulfilment of her husband's vow; but finding that her
mild entreaties served only to irritate his imperious temper, she
refrained to press the subject, and confined her anxieties to her own
breast.

While the lovely exotic was thus withering under the blighting influence
of the uncongenial atmosphere of the north, Jean de Brienne visited the
German court. Alarmed at his daughter's pale and wasted appearance, he
regarded her with a tender sympathy, such as he had never before
manifested towards her; and the heart-broken queen poured out her sorrows
before him, and entreated him to take her back to Palestine. The sweet
pensiveness so like the expression of her mother's countenance, and which
had already become habitual to her youthful features touched a secret
chord in his heart, and the thought that Frederic had squandered the
wealth of her affection, and repulsed her winning caresses with coldness
and contempt, roused his indignation. He expostulated with the monarch in
no measured terms. The emperor admitted, that he had won the affections of
Violante, by his apparent interest in the Holy Land, and gained her hand
by a promise to restore to her, her rightful inheritance; but he
sneeringly insinuated, that these courteous condescensions, were the
fanciful gages staked by all lovers, which as husbands they were not bound
to redeem. He laid down the proposition that oaths in religion, politics,
and love were but means to an end, only binding, in so far as they
accorded with the convenience of those who made them. He cited examples of
the clergy, with the pope at their head, who wedding the church, and
professing to live alone for her interests, made her the means of their
own aggrandizement, the pander of their base passions; the policy of
kings, who, receiving the sceptre of dominion for the ostensible purpose,
of securing peace and happiness to their subjects, pursued their own
pleasure, without regard to civil commotion or discord; and he illustrated
his theory by multiplied instances in the domestic life of the sovereigns
of Europe, who, for the gratification of personal pique, put away those
whom they had promised to love and cherish to the end of life. Violante
listened to this discourse like one who for the first time comprehends the
solution of a problem, that has long taxed the ingenuity and embarrassed
the reason. His sentiments explained the mystery in his manner, the
discrepancy between his professions and performances, and like the spear
of Ithuriel, dispelled at once the illusion of her fancy, and made him
assume before her his own proper character. She fixed her large dark eyes
upon his countenance, as though striving to recall the image she had
worshipped there. She saw only the arrogant sneer of skepticism, and the
smile of selfish exultation. Her sensitive heart recoiled with horror at
the prospect of the cheerless future, which in one fearful moment passed
like a vision before her, and with a piercing cry she fell fainting to
the floor. The husband calmly summoned the maids as he left the apartment,
while the father, with a heart distracted between pity and anger, tenderly
lifted her lifeless form and conveyed her to a couch.

Robert, the second son of Peter Courtenay and Yoland, succeeded his father
upon the throne of Constantinople. An inglorious reign of seven years left
the empire in a distracted state, and an early death transferred the crown
to his infant son Baldwin. The barons of the Greek Empire felt the
necessity of placing the sceptre in the hands of a man and a hero; and
messengers were despatched to the veteran King of Jerusalem, to beg him to
accept the imperial purple, and become the father of the young prince, by
bestowing upon him the hand of his second daughter in marriage. The
position and authority of Jean de Brienne as the Emperor of
Constantinople, gave him power to punish Frederic's baseness, and he
speedily signified to the emperor, that the might of his sword, backed by
the strength of the Greek forces, was now ready to enforce the decrees of
the pope.

Frederic, finding that he could no longer with any safety defer his
pilgrimage, ordered a general rendezvous of his troops at Brundusium
preparatory for departure. Before however the appointed time for sailing
had arrived, a pestilence broke out in the camp, numbers died and greater
numbers deserted, and the emperor himself, after having embarked and
remained at sea three days, returned, declaring that his health would not
admit of his taking the voyage. Exulting in the fortunate circumstance
that had released him from the dreaded expedition, he hastened his march
to Germany.

As he entered his palace, he was struck by the grave and serious manner
with which his retainers, usually so enthusiastic, received him. An
ominous gloom reigned in the court, and as with lordly tread he passed
through the long corridors, he felt that his step was breaking the silence
of death. In the anteroom of the queen's apartment, he found her maidens
indulging in the utmost expressions of grief. The feeble wail of an infant
smote upon his ear, and striding through the hushed and darkened chamber,
he sought the couch of the neglected Violante. That couch was a bier.
Those lips, upon whose sportive accents he had hung with exquisite though
momentary rapture, were forever dumb. Those features, that had kindled
with a glow of love at his every word of tenderness, were now settled in
their last calm repose.

Poor Violante! Thy pilgrimage was brief. The first sweet stage of
childhood scarcely passed, Fancy led thy willing footsteps through the
Elysian fields of Love, and robed the object of thy young affections with
a halo of purity and truth.--The life-long experience of woman--the
indefinable slight and wrong that press home upon her, the bitter sense of
utter helplessness and dependence, the inexplicable woe of the primeval
curse,--crowded into the little span of a few short months, brought thee
early to the sepulchre,--seventeen summers, and a winter whose rigor
congealed the very fountain of thy life,--to hope, to love, to give thy
life to another, and die.--Such is thy history, beautiful Violante, Queen
of Jerusalem, Empress of Germany, Heroine of the Sixth Crusade.



ELEANORA.


CHAPTER I.

THE PARENTS OF EDWARD I.

Of all the royal suitors that ever stooped to woo the love of woman, Henry
III. son of John Lackland and Isabella of Angoulême, appears to have been
the most luckless and unfortunate. He first fixed his affections upon the
Princess of Scotland, who was dissuaded from listening to his suit, by her
brother's assurance that the king was a squint-eyed fool, deceitful,
perjured, more faint-hearted than a woman, and utterly unfit for the
company of any fair and noble lady.

Disappointed in Scotland, the monarch next offered his hand to the heiress
of Brittany, but the rugged Bretons, too well remembering the cruelty of
his father, to their beloved Prince Arthur, returned a haughty refusal.

He then proposed to confer the honor of his alliance upon a daughter of
Austria, but the fair descendant of Leopold inherited all her
grandfather's enmity to the princely house of Plantagenet, and rejected
his addresses with disdain.

The Duke of Bohemia, to whom he next applied, civilly answered that his
child was already plighted to another, and it was not until Henry reached
the mature age of thirty that he received a favorable response to his
matrimonial proposal; and when at last the marriage contract was signed
between himself and Joanna, daughter of Alice of France, the roving
affections of this royal Coelebs were beguiled from their allegiance by
the sweet strains of the youthful poetess of Provence.

Eleanor la Belle, second daughter of Count Berenger, perhaps the youngest
female writer on record, attracted the attention of the fickle King of
England, by a poem which she composed on the conquest of Ireland.

Dazzled by her genius and personal charms, Henry's vows to Joanna were
forgotten, and his ambassadors received orders to break off the
negotiations, while his obliging counsellors recommended a union with the
very lady he so ardently admired.

His habitual covetousness intruded however into the courtship, and had
well-nigh subjected him to a sixth disappointment. He intrusted his
seneschal to demand twenty thousand marks as the dower of Eleanor, but
privately empowering him to lessen the sum if necessary to fifteen, ten,
seven, five or three thousand. He quite disgusted the haughty count her
father, by his sordid bargaining, and at last wrote in great terror, to
conclude the marriage forthwith, either with money or without, but at all
events to secure the lady for him and conduct her safely to England
without delay.

In the splendid festivities with which Henry welcomed his young bride to
London, and in the preparation of her coronation robes, he displayed a
taste for lavish expenditure altogether inconsistent with the state of his
finances, and in ridiculous contrast to his former penuriousness.

Like his father the greatest fop in Europe, but not like him content with
the adornment of his own person, he issued the most liberal orders for
apparelling the royal household in satin, velvet, cloth of gold and
ermine, expending in the queen's jewelry alone a sum not less than one
hundred and fifty thousand dollars.

About the same time he bestowed his sister Isabella upon the Imperial
widower Frederic II., and personally designated every article of her
sumptuous wardrobe.

It was on this occasion that he first learned how imperative a check a
sturdy British Parliament may be on the lawless extravagance of a king;
for when he petitioned the Lords for a relief from his pecuniary
difficulties, they told him they had amply supplied funds both for his
marriage and that of the empress, and as he had wasted the money he might
defray the expenses of his wedding as best he could.

It would be difficult to say whether the king, the queen, or the royal
relations, proved the greatest scourges to Britain during the long and
impotent reign of Henry III.

One of Eleanor's uncles became prime minister; to another was given the
rich Earldom of Warrenne, and a third was made Archbishop of Canterbury,
and numerous young lady friends of the romantic queen were imported from
Provence and married to the king's wealthy wards.

Henry's mother, not content with sending over all her younger children to
be provided for by the impoverished monarch, involved him in a war with
Louis IX., which ended disastrously for the English arms, in the loss of a
great part of the rich southern fiefs and the military chests and costly
ornaments of the king's chapel.

Henry's ambition for his children brought still greater difficulties upon
the realm. His eldest son, Edward, was appointed viceroy of the disputed
possessions in Aquitaine, and being too young to discharge his important
trusts with discretion, so mismanaged affairs as greatly to increase the
discontent of his father's French subjects.

His eldest daughter Margaret, married to her cousin Alexander III., the
young King of Scotland, was taken prisoner by Sir John Baliol, and
subjected to the most rigorous confinement, thus making it necessary for
Henry to undertake a Northern campaign for the rescue of his child.

But his second son, Edmund, proved more expensive to the British nation,
and innocently did more to project the civil war than any other member of
the royal family; for the pope, having conferred the crown of Sicily upon
the young prince, the delighted father eagerly engaged in a prospective
war, and promised to defray the whole expense of substantiating the claim.

Again the barons resisted the onerous tax which this new attempt at family
aggrandizement would impose upon them, and the first subsidy was raised
from the benefices of the church only by the exercise of spiritual
authority. When the ambitious king had exhausted all his resources, the
pontiff coolly transferred the coveted crown to Charles d'Anjou, brother
to the King of France, leaving poor Henry to cancel his debt with the
lords of exchequer as best he might, getting to himself in the eyes of his
subjects little glory and great loss.

Such was the character, the political and the social position of the
parents of Edward I., who commenced about the middle of the thirteenth
century to take an active part in the affairs of Europe.

A splendid concourse were gathered in the spacious palace of the old
temple at Paris, A.D. 1254. The royal families of England and France were
convened on terms of cordiality and kindness, such as they had never
enjoyed since the day when Normandy was wrested from the descendants of
Charlemagne. The banquet was given in honor of Edward, the heir-apparent
of England, and his sweet young bride, Eleanora of Castile. In the place
of honor sat the good St. Louis King of France, on his right, Henry III.
of England, and on his left, the King of Navarre, the royal descendant of
Thibaut of Champagne, and Blanche the sister of Berengaria. At this
magnificent entertainment, Beatrice the Countess of Provence enjoyed a
reunion with her beautiful daughters, their noble husbands and blooming
offspring. The eldest, Margaret, was the wife of Louis IX., Eleanor, of
Henry III., Beatrice, of Charles d'Anjou, and Sancha, of Richard of
Cornwall, King of the Romans.

But the queen of this Feast of kings, the fair young Infanta, around whom
were gathered the nobility of a Continent, though but a child of scarce
ten years, concentrated in herself more romantic associations and excited
higher hopes than any of the crowned heads present. Her brother Alphonso
X., the astronomer, was the most learned prince in Europe, and neither
priest or peer could boast that devotion to the arts, or that success in
scientific discoveries that characterized the King of Castile, surnamed
_Il Sabio_, the wise. Her mother Joanna, had been the affianced bride of
her royal father-in-law Henry III., had been rejected for the more poetic
daughter of the Count of Provence; and her grandmother, Alice of France,
had been refused by the gallant King Richard, in favor of Berengaria of
Navarre. Her brother Alphonso, and her husband's uncle, Richard of
Cornwall, were candidates for the crown of the German Empire, in
opposition to the rights of Conrad, son of Frederic and Violante, and her
husband, a graceful youth of fifteen, who had received the honors of
knighthood at his wedding tournament, was heir to the goodly realm of
England and the beautiful provinces of Southern France.

The tourney, the banquet, and the procession, had marked their progress
from Burgos, in Spain, to the Parisian court. At Bordeaux, King Henry
expended 300,000 marks on their marriage feast, a sum, at that time so
extravagant, that when reproached for it, he exclaimed in a dolorous tone,
"Oh! pour la tête de Dieu, say no more of it, lest men should stand amazed
at the relation thereof." At Chartres, the palace once occupied by Count
Stephen and Adela, was ornamented with the most brilliant decorations to
honor their presence. St. Louis advanced to meet, and escort them to
Paris. The cavalcade consisted of one thousand mounted knights in full
armor, each with some lady by his side, upon a steed whose broidered
housings rivalled the richness of the flowing habiliments of the fair
rider, while a splendid train of carriages, sumpter mules, and grooms, and
vassals completed the magnificent retinue.

The nuptial festival with its usual accompaniments of hunting, hawking,
and holiday sports, continued through eight days, and a brilliant cortêge
attended the bridal party to the coast of France, on their departure for
England. The passage was rough and gloomy, and the fleet that conveyed
Eleanora to her new home encountered a storm upon the Channel, and
approached the harbor under the cover of a fog so dense, that the white
cliffs of Dover were entirely veiled from sight.

The child queen, terrified at the profound darkness, strove to silence her
own agonizing apprehensions, by repeating those words of sacred writ,
which she supposed exercised some mysterious influence upon the elements.
Suddenly a terrible crash made the ship groan through all its timbers.
Piercing shrieks from without told a tale of horrors, and the echoing
screams within rendered it impossible to ascertain the nature or extent of
the danger. At length it was found, that the royal vessel had in the
darkness encountered and sunk a small bark, supposed to be a fishing
smack, that had been driven out to sea by the wind.

Prince Edward immediately ordered the small boat to be lowered, and
despite the entreaties of his parents and little bride, sprang into it, in
hope of rescuing the perishing crew.

Alarmed for his safety, Eleanora added to the anxieties of her parents, by
hastening to the deck, where leaning from the vessel's side, she scanned
with intensest gaze the narrow circle of waters illuminated by the lights
of the ship. A brave sailor, buffeting the waves with powerful arm,
escaped the eddies made by the sinking craft, and grasping the rope which
was flung to his assistance, sprang up to the vessel's side. Another
object soon after appeared rising and sinking upon the crest of the
billow. Now it seemed but the sparkling foam, and now it lay white and
motionless in the dark trough of the sea. At length it floated beyond the
line of light, and seemed lost in the impenetrable gloom, but not till the
prince had fixed his eye upon it, and ordered his rowers to pull in the
direction of its disappearance. One moment of agonizing suspense, and the
heir of England again appeared nearing the vessel, carefully folding a
motionless form in his arms; the sailors plied the windlass, and the boat
with its crew was safely received on board.

Scarcely heeding the curious inquiries of those who gathered around him,
the prince made his way to the cabin and deposited the precious burden
upon a couch. The dripping coverings were speedily removed, and delight,
admiration, and pity, were instantly excited in the hearts of the
spectators, at the sight of a lovely child, apparently less than two
years of age. Eleanora watched the resuscitation of the little stranger,
with anxious tenderness. She chafed its dimpled hands in her own, and
strove to recall animation by soft kisses and gentle caresses. As vital
warmth gradually returned, and the faint hue of life glowed on the pallid
cheek, the suffering one opened her blue eyes, and whispering some
indistinct words, among which they could distinguish only "Eva," sank
again into unconsciousness.

The clothing of the little foundling was such as indicated rank and
wealth, and a bracelet of Eastern manufacture, clasped upon her tiny arm,
excited much wonder and curiosity among the queens and their attendants.
The prince had found the infant lashed to an oar with a scarf of exquisite
embroidery. There seemed to be also an armorial design upon it, but the
green shamrock, with a rose of Sharon, was a device which none present
could decipher. The rescued sailor stated that the lost ship was a
coasting vessel, and that, in an Irish harbor, they had taken on board a
lady and child; but, as he had only seen them at the time of their
embarkation, he could give no farther account of them.

The partiality which Eleanora manifested to the orphan, thus suddenly
bereft of every friend, gained for it a home in the bosom of the royal
family, and at the castle of Guilford, where her father-in-law established
her with much state, she passed many pleasant hours in the care of her
tender charge. The little Eva added to her infantile charms a disposition
of invincible sweetness, relieved by a sportive wilfulness that elicited a
constant interest, not unmixed with anxiety, lest a heart so warm might
become a prey to influences against which no caution or admonition could
shield her. She could give no account of her parentage or home; but
sometimes spoke of her mamma, and birds and flowers, as though her
childish memory retained associations that linked her thoughts with
pleasant walks and tender care. Her perceptions were exceedingly quick,
but her best resolutions were often evanescent, and she lacked a
steadiness of purpose in the pursuit of the studies to which Eleanora
invited her attention. An appeal to her heart never failed to induce
immediate repentance for any fault, and she was altogether the most
winning, but vexatious pupil, that ever engaged the affections of a queen.
But the accomplishments of Eleanora herself were not complete, and in 1256
she was again conveyed to Bordeaux, for the purpose of receiving
instruction from masters better qualified to conduct her education. At her
earnest request, Eva was permitted to accompany her.

Her young husband was meanwhile engaged perfecting himself in every
knightly accomplishment, "haunting tournaments," and carrying off the
prizes from all competitors, with a skill and grace that gave him a
renown, not inferior to that of his great uncle Richard Coeur de Lion. At
Paris, he formed an intimacy with the Sire de Joinville, companion of St.
Louis in the seventh crusade, and he listened to the account of affairs in
the East with an interest that inflamed his young and ardent imagination.
The Lord de Joinville, high seneschal of Champagne, was one of the most
erudite and affable nobles of the thirteenth century, and it was an
agreeable occupation for the experienced soldier, to enlighten the mind of
the young prince with an account of the customs and manners of the East,
and the state of the Latin kingdom in Jerusalem, which had so much
influenced the politics of Europe.

After the return of Frederic, Gregory IX. excommunicated him for declining
to combat the enemy of God; but so long had been the contest between the
emperor and the pontiff, and so divided were the minds of men upon the
rights of the cause, that the clergy published the sentence with many
explanatory clauses, that greatly modified its effect. A curé at Paris,
instead of reading the bull from the pulpit in the usual form, said to his
parishioners, "You know, my brethren, that I am ordered to fulminate an
excommunication against Frederic. I know not the motive. All that I know
is, that there has been a quarrel between that prince and the pope. God
alone knows who is right. I excommunicate him who has injured the other;
and I absolve the sufferer."

Frederic, in revenge, employed his Saracen troops, of which he commanded
not a few, in southern Italy, to ravage the dominions of the church, and
convinced all his subjects of the wisdom of his former refusals, by taxing
them heavily for the expenses of the expedition on which he determined to
embark. Finding that Frederic was thus placing himself in a posture to
enlist the sympathies of Christendom, the pope prohibited his undertaking
the Holy War till he should be relieved from ecclesiastical censure. The
emperor notwithstanding sailed directly for Acre, and was received with
great joy by the Christians. The next ships from Europe brought letters
from the pontiff to the patriarch, repeating the sentence of
excommunication, forbidding the Templars and Hospitallers to fight under
the banner of the son of perdition.

In this state of embarrassment, Frederic found his military operations
limited to the suburbs of Acre; and dwelling in the palace, and gazing on
the scenes which Violante had so often and so eloquently portrayed, his
mind reverted, with a touch of remorseful tenderness, to the enthusiasm
with which she had anticipated a return to her eastern home. The rapture
with which she had dwelt upon the virtues of the Empress Elsiebede, and
her noble son Melech Camel, inspired him with the thought that he might
avail himself of the generous friendship entertained for his much injured
wife, to further his own plans in Palestine. Acting upon this selfish
policy, he opened negotiations with the Sultan of Egypt, now heir to all
Saphadin's dominions by the death of Cohr-Eddin. The Saracen emperor lent
a gracious ear to the overtures of the successor of Jean de Brienne, and a
truce of ten years was concluded between the belligerent powers.

Jerusalem, Joppa, Bethlehem and Nazareth, with their appendages, were
restored to the Latins. The Holy Sepulchre was also ceded, and both
Christians and Mussulmans, were guaranteed the right to worship in the
sacred edifice, known to the former as the temple of Solomon, and to the
latter as the mosque of Omar. The Emperor repaired to Jerusalem, but no
hosannahs welcomed his approach. The patriarch forbade the celebration of
all religious ceremonies during his stay, and no prelate could be induced
to place upon his brow accursed, the crown of Godfrey of Boulogne.
Frederic, notwithstanding, advanced to the church of the Sepulchre, took
the crown from the altar, placed it upon his own head, and then listened
with great apparent satisfaction, to a laudatory oration, pronounced by
one of his German followers. Thus the memory of the gentle and loving
Violante, more powerful than the heroic frenzy of King Richard, or the
misguided devotion of the military orders, established the kingdom of
Palestine, once more upon a firm basis, and gave the sceptre into the
hands of one able to defend its rights.


CHAPTER II.

DE JOINVILLE'S STORY OF THE SEVENTH CRUSADE

These particulars de Joinville faithfully narrated, at various times, to
Prince Edward, who was an indefatigable listener to whatever pertained to
feats of chivalry and arms.--But he dwelt with far greater circumlocution
and precision upon the events of the Seventh Crusade, in which he was
personally engaged with Louis IX.

"You must know, gracious prince," said the good knight, in the quaint
language of the times, "that though the Christians in Asia had possession
of the holy places, by the treaty with Melech Camel, the mildew of discord
continually blighted all their plans for the improvement of the state, and
as soon as the truce had expired, the Saracens again fell upon them in
their weakened condition, and slaughtered great multitudes of pilgrims.
For this cause it was, that Gregory IX. called again upon the devout
children of the church, to take arms against the Infidels."

"I remember," replied Edward, "the departure of my uncle Richard of
Cornwall, and the valiant Longsword, with their knights, and retainers for
Palestine, and I have heard that his very name was a terror to the
Saracens, inasmuch as they mistook him for the great Richard Coeur de
Lion. God willing, Sire de Joinville, the name of Edward shall one day,
frighten his enemies as well."

To this De Joinville gravely replied, "Thou wouldst do well to remember
that which the good King Louis said, when, to secure the tranquillity of
his subjects, he relinquished so great a portion of his territory to thy
royal sire: I would rather be like our Lord, who giveth freely to all,
than like the conquerors of the earth who have made to themselves enemies
in grasping the rights of others!"

"In sooth," replied Edward, "the sentiment savoreth more of the saint than
of the king," a little piqued that his ambitious tendencies elicited no
warmer approbation.

"And yet," returned de Joinville, "King Louis is the greatest monarch in
Europe, and often by his wise counsel accommodates those differences which
involve other countries in bloodshed. He has, thou knowest well, already
composed the dissensions between thy father and his haughty
brother-in-law, Earl Leicester."

"Aye, verily," returned Edward, his eyes flashing with the presentiment of
vengeance, "this good sword shall one day teach the misproud earl better
manners.--Had my father, less of those meek virtues which thou prizest so
highly, he would never have ratified the statutes of Oxford, and made
England the prey of Simon de Montfort's rapacity."

"The poor inhabitants of Albi and Carcassonne, albeit many of them, I fear
me, were miserable heretics, teach their children to curse the name even
more bitterly," answered de Joinville, "than thou dost."

"He who slaughters women and children," answered Edward, with proud
disdain, "even though it be by the commands of the church, stains his
fair fame more deeply than his sword. To my poor wit it seems good sire,
that this crusade against our own vassals in happy France, bears a hue far
different from the wars in Palestine."

"So thought my good lord," returned de Joinville, "for though his soul
loveth peace, his conscience was often unquiet with the thought of the
sufferings of the Christians, who, pressed by the Turks, cried out for
aid, and yet he knew not how he might leave his people for a foreign war.
At length his doubts were resolved on this wise.--Being grievously ill at
Paris, his soul as it were departed from his body. He saw standing before
him Count Raimond of Toulouse, who, being in the torment of purgatory,
cried out, 'Oh! that I had employed my people in chasing the children of
Satan from the Holy Land, then would they not have had leisure to have
devised those heresies by which they have destroyed both their souls and
bodies in hell.' When the soul of the king returned, he heard those who
had nursed him speaking together, and one would have covered his face with
a cloth, thinking that all was over, but another (so God willed it)
declared continually that he was alive. Then he opened his eyes and looked
upon them, and he desired one of them to bring him the crucifix, and he
swore upon it that if God should please restore him to health, he would,
in person, undertake the Holy War. In like manner as the king put on the
cross, so did his three brothers, Robert, Count d'Artois, Alphonzo, Count
de Poitiers, and Charles, Count d'Anjou, the venerable Hugh le Brun, Count
le Marche and his sons, with many others of rank and dignity, and many
lords whom Simon de Montfort had deprived of their patrimony in Languedoc,
and many others who had fought against the heretics. Thus did the pious
king make the Holy War the means of expiation and of universal
reconcilement. But so wise was he withal, and so careful of his people,
that he thought also to make the expedition the foundation of a great
colony in Egypt. Thus many of the transports were laden with spades,
pitch-forks, plows, and other implements for the tilling of the ground,
together with seeds of various kinds, for the better prospering of the new
state. You must know, before the king left the realm, he summoned all the
barons to Paris, and there made them renew their homage and swear loyalty
to his children, should any unfortunate event happen to himself during
this expedition.

"Magnificent dresses were on this occasion bestowed upon all the
courtiers, and the next day the cavaliers were surprised to find, that to
every cloak a splendid gold cross had been affixed by the art of the
goldsmith, thereby intimating the king's desire that they should join him
in the Crusade.

"It was in the month of August that we embarked at the rock Marseilles,
and the priest and clerks standing round the king, sang the beautiful
hymn, 'Veni Creator,' from the beginning to the end. While they were
singing, the mariners set their sails in the name of God, and soon, with a
favorable wind, the coast disappeared from our view, and we saw nothing
but the sea and sky. We landed first at Cyprus, where we made a long stay,
waiting for Count Alphonzo, who headed the reserve. Here ambassadors from
all nations came to pay their court to the French monarch. The great Chan
of Tartary paid him many fine compliments, and bade his servants say that
their master was ready to assist him in delivering Jerusalem from the
hands of the Saracens. The King of France sent likewise to the Chan a
tent, in the form of a chapel, of fine scarlet cloth, embroidered on the
inside with the mysteries of our faith. Two black monks had charge of it,
and were also instructed to exhort the Tartars, and show them how they
ought to put their belief in God."

"Are not the Tartars of the same race as the Turks?" inquired Edward, with
great curiosity.

"I understand not well the genealogy of the people of the East," replied
de Joinville, "but I consider Tartary as a general name for a vast
country, whence have issued, at various times, certain tribes called
Scythians, Hungarians, Turks, and Mongols, which have overrun the fertile
provinces that skirt the Mediterranean."

The prince, feeling greatly enlightened at this comprehensive answer,
listened respectfully while de Joinville resumed. "There came also
ambassadors from the Christians of Constantinople, Armenia and Syria.
Envoys likewise from the 'Old Man of the Mountain,' of whom there runs so
many strange stories. King Louis also formed a league with the leader of
the Mongols against the two great popes of Islamism, the Sultans of Cairo
and Bagdad. From Cyprus we sailed to Damietta, which King Louis attacked
sword in hand. The Infidels, by the favor of God, were put to the worse,
and the city fell into our hands. We found great spoil in Damietta, and
were comfortably lodged there. But the king's officers, instead of
well-treating the merchants, who would have supplied the army with
provisions, hired out to them stalls and workmen, at so dear a rate, that
they departed from us, which was a great evil and loss. Barons and knights
began to give sumptuous banquets, one to the other; the commonalty also
gave themselves up to all kinds of dissipation, which lasted until the day
we set forward toward Cairo, on the route formerly travelled by Jean de
Brienne. We were stopped at Mansourah many days by a branch of the Nile,
where it was necessary to construct a dyke, and there they assailed us
with the Greek fire, by which we were in great danger of perishing. This
fire was in appearance like a great tun, and its tail was of the length of
a long spear, and the noise which it made was like thunder, and it seemed
a great dragon of fire flying through the air, giving such light by its
flame, that we saw in our camp as clearly as in broad day; and when it
fell upon a knight in armor, it penetrated through the scales thereof, and
burned to the very bone. Thus our army suffered greatly, and were
prevented from making farther progress.

"The king called his barons to council, and it was concluded to return to
Damietta. But so many of our army had fallen sick, that it was necessary
to make preparations to embark upon the Nile. The king himself suffered
greatly with the pestilence, and our march was stopped by the Saracens,
who lay in wait for us upon the banks of the river, and as the prince
would not desert his people, we were all made prisoners together. After we
had suffered many things, both in body and spirit, the Sultan, who had
been recently elected by the Mamelukes, agreed to accept as ransom for the
captives, the city of Damietta and the sum of 500,000 livres. When the
Sultan found that King Louis complied with the first demand without
striving to drive a bargain, 'Go and tell him from me,' he said, 'that I
retract one-fifth of the sum, because I have found him both generous and
liberal.'

"After the affair was concluded, my royal master empowered me to accompany
the envoys to Damietta, and to receive from Queen Margaret the money for
the ransom. When I came to the palace where the queen was lodged, I found
her apartment guarded by an aged knight, whom, when she heard of her royal
husband's captivity, she had caused to take oath that, should the Saracens
enter the town, he would himself put an end to her life before they could
seize her person. My royal mistress received me graciously, and gave me
the money which the king had commanded, and she also bade me look upon the
son she had borne to Louis during his absence, that I might assure him of
their health and comfort. The misfortunes that had attended our arms
caused us to quit Egypt; and, sailing at once for Acre, we were received
with great joy by the Christians of the East. We employed ourselves in
restoring the fortifications of the principal towns, but the monarch,
through dejection at the failure of his enterprise, returned to France
without making a pilgrimage to the holy places."

"By my faith," replied the young prince, "it were a matter of surprise
that such well-appointed expeditions should suffer such total loss.
Methinks a good soldier should never sheathe his sword till the hour of
victory."

De Joinville regarded the inexperienced youth with a benevolent smile,
remarking only, that caution and prudence are virtues as essential to a
ruler, as courage and prowess.


CHAPTER III.

THE RELICS BROUGHT FROM CONSTANTINOPLE.

The young bride Eleanora, in her residence at Bordeaux, had formed the
acquaintance of Guy de Lusignan, second son of the ex-queen Isabella and
Count Hugh le Marche, and through his kindly attentions she had been
apprized of the events that agitated England. She learned that her royal
parents had been under the necessity of taking up their residence in the
Tower of London, almost in the condition of state prisoners, and that her
gallant husband had exchanged the sports of a knight for "the game of
kings." Anxious for his safety, and desirous to assist in the release of
the royal family, or share their captivity, she besought Count Guy to
conduct her thither. He represented the danger of such a proceeding, and
strove by every argument to induce her to remain in France, but in vain.
The traits of character, that subsequently made her the heroine, already
developed in unchanging affection, and invincible firmness, overbore all
opposition, and with a retinue scarcely suitable for her rank, and
insufficient for her protection in case of attack, she set off for
England.

They reached the island without accident, and had approached in sight of
London, when the great bell of St. Paul's startled them with its hurried
peal, and they almost instantly found themselves surrounded by an
infuriated mob. The simplicity of their attire shielded them from
observation, and they passed some time unmolested among the crowd, but the
vindictive shouts of the multitude, crying, "Down with the Jews! down with
the followers of the virago of Provence!" so alarmed the little Eva, that
she was unable to keep her seat upon the pillion of the knight who had her
in charge, and Sir Guy at length obtained for them a shelter in an humble
tenement upon the banks of the Thames.

From the window of the cottage, they beheld the terrible massacre that
characterized the first popular outbreak against the government of Henry
III. The harmless Jews were dragged from their houses and mercilessly
slaughtered, amidst protestations of innocence, and heart-rending cries
for pity, while the furniture of their dwellings, and valuables of every
kind, were hurled into the streets, and distributed among the crowd. A
venerable man, Ben Abraham, of majestic demeanor, was pursued to the door
of the house in which the royal fugitives had taken refuge.

Count Guy in his agitation sprang to bar the entrance, but the young queen
with readier tact removed the bolt, and throwing open an opposite door,
motioned all the armed retainers to retire. Scarcely had the helpless old
man crossed the threshold, when the mob with demoniac cries, rushed in
after him, and the leader seizing him by his long white beard, severed his
head from his body, and held it up a grim and ghastly spectacle for the
plaudits of his followers. The terrified Eva, clinging close to Eleanora,
shrunk behind the open door, and the queen controlling her own agitation,
placed her hand over the child's mouth to repress her screams, while the
murderers dragging the bleeding corpse upon the pavement, began to search
the body for gold. Down the street rolled the tide of blood. Mad yells of
vengeance and frantic cries of terror mingled on the air, and swept away
toward the river.

Now the roar seemed advancing and now retreating, when a barge loosing
from the tower stairs, drew the concourse in that direction. It was the
Queen of Henry III. with her children, seeking to escape to Windsor
castle, where Prince Edward was quartered with his troops. Cries of "Drown
the Witch! Down with the Witch! No favor to foreigners! Death to the
Italians!" rent the air. The mob tore up the paving stones, stripped the
tiles from the houses, plundered butchers' shambles, and hucksters' shops,
and a shower of deadly missiles rained upon the river. The boat approached
the bridge, at the west end of which thousands of fierce eyes glared for
its appearance, and thousands of bloody hands were raised for its
destruction. At this moment the figure of an armed knight, of lofty
stature, appeared upon the bridge. Forcing his way through the mob, he
shouted to the sailors as the boat was about to shoot the arch, "Back!
Bear back!! upon your lives!!! Return to the tower!!!!" The frightened
boatmen turned at the critical moment, and the knight, by the prowess of
his single arm, diverted the attack to himself, till the queen was again
sheltered by the walls of the fortress.

Roar upon roar again swelled through the streets. The crowd hurried on in
search of prey, swaying to and fro, like trees in a tempest. Again the
feeble walls that sheltered the fair Castilian, felt the terrible presence
of demons in human form. The sight of a French attendant again raised the
cry of "Death to foreigners," and madly they rushed to the onslaught. But
the strange knight was already at the door, and backed by Guy de Lusignan
and the retainers, for some hours kept the infuriated multitude at bay,
but at every moment the crowd became denser, the cries more terrific, and
Eleanora drawing the little Eva to her bosom, and surrounded by her own
maidens, and the females of the household, was striving to recall the
prayers for the dying, when a distant shout of rescue swelled upon the
breeze. The shrill blast of a trumpet confirmed the uncertain hope, and
the defiant threats of the multitude began to give place to the howlings
of baffled rage. On came the tramp of horsemen, the clangor of armor;
louder roared the din of the fight; not now the sounds of falling
dwellings, flying missiles, and female shrieks, but the ringing clash of
Damascus steel, and the regular tramp of mounted horsemen. The warlike
shout of "Edward to the rescue," "Give way to the prince," drove on the
motley mass like sands before the desert wind, and scattered them through
all the lanes and alleys of the vast metropolis. At the sound of her
husband's name, Eleanora sprang from her knees and rushed to the door-way,
where she beheld, advancing at the head of the troops, taller than all
his compeers, more firmly seated upon his noble destriar, and more
gracefully managing the rein and wielding the sword, her long-absent lord.
He raised his vizor, as he paused to return the salutation of his uncle,
De Lusignan, and his fine, manly features, radiant with pleasure, and
flushed with triumph, his fair hair curling round his helmet, made him
appear to Eleanora, more brave and beautiful than a hero of romance. But
the eye that "kindled in war, now melted in love" at the unexpected
apparition of his bride, who with tearful eyes gazed upon him, uncertain
whether her presence would more embarrass or pleasure him. It was not,
however, in the heart of a chivalric prince to frown upon any distressed
damsel, much less upon the beautiful young being, whose fair face, the
sensitive index of every emotion, now paled with fear, now flushed with
joy, seemed each moment changing to a lovelier hue, while she awaited his
approach in doubt as to the greeting she should receive from her lord. The
generous prince hastily dismounting, and clasping her in his arms,
tenderly reassured her with words of affectionate welcome, not however,
without a gentle upbraiding, that she had not tarried at Dover till he had
been able, with a retinue befitting her rank, himself to escort her to
Windsor. The little Eva, meanwhile, had found a safe asylum in the arms of
the stranger knight, and, through the bars of his vizor, obtained a
glimpse of eyes, whose color and expression she never forgot, and listened
to words that made a lasting impression upon her mind.

Prince Edward found it necessary to establish his mother and queen, with
the ladies and attendants, under a strong guard, at Bristol castle, where
they remained during a part of that stormy period, consequent upon
Leicester's rebellion. Restricted to the narrow enjoyments which the
castle walls afforded, and to the society of the few knights who had them
in charge, the royal ladies found their chief entertainment in the
volatile spirits, and restless gaiety of the orphan Eva. No caution nor
command could prevent her mingling with the dependents, and listening to
and relating to her mistress every flying report that reached the castle.
But so gentle was her temper, and so ready her submission, that it was
impossible to be seriously offended with her, and her light footsteps and
joyous laugh were equally welcome in the royal apartments, and in the
servants' kitchen. The maids of honor, who were the most frequent victims
of her pranks, surnamed her, "Dame Madcap," while her cordial interest in
inferiors caused the retainers to dub her with the equally appropriate
soubriquet of "Little Sunbeam."

One day, the Princess Eleanora, passing the hall of audience, was
surprised by hearing shouts of irrepressible laughter. Suspecting that her
protegée was engaged in some frolic, she cautiously opened the door and
stood an unobserved spectator. Every piece of furniture capable of being
moved, had been torn from its mooring, and placed in some fantastic
position. The arras had been stripped from the walls, and hung in
grotesque festoons at the farther extremity of the room, above and around
a throne, ornamented with every article of embroidered velvet and silk
brocade, that the royal wardrobe afforded, on which was seated her Madcap
majesty, bedecked and bedizened with all sorts of holiday finery, while
every maid and retainer, not on duty, was passing before her, and
repeating the oath of fealty in giggling succession. The fair queen,
meanwhile, diversified her state duties by lecturing her new subjects upon
the indecorum of such ill-timed levity. The princess, in doubt what notice
to take of the affair, prudently withdrew, but not till Eva had caught
sight of her retreating figure, whereon, she assured her vassals, that
they had all been guilty of high treason, and that, no doubt, the Don Jon,
or some other Spanish cavalier would soon have them in close keeping.

When Eva again appeared in the presence of the princess, she fell on her
knees and begged pardon with an air of mock humility that changed
Eleanora's frowns to smiles in spite of herself, though she felt it
necessary to remonstrate with her upon the oft-reiterated subject of her
undignified familiarity with dependents. "I was but acting the queen,
your majesty, and would be glad of more exalted subjects," said she,
archly, in extenuation of her fault. "Royalty is but a pageant, and I
shall doubtless exercise the prerogative of a sovereign, when it is proved
that the wicked little Eva de la Mer is heiress of the gallant Strongbow."

"Thou, Queen of Ireland!" exclaimed Eleanora. "Who has put this foolish
conceit into thy young head? Thou must beware, sweet one, of these odd
fancies. Rememberest thou not the words of the confessor, that the pomps
and vanities of the world lead the soul astray?"

Tears filled the blue eyes of Eva, but instantly dashing them away with
spirit, she exclaimed, "And why not I a queen! 'Tis sure I would be a
better sovereign than most. They should not say as they do of our liege,
King Henry, that I robbed my subjects to make presents to my favorites."

"Eva, Eva," gravely rejoined the princess, "the Scripture saith we should
not speak evil of dignities." But Eva was in the vein, and her volubility
was not to be silenced.

"I would not be a queen," exclaimed she, "for then I should have none to
love me or to tell me the truth."

"None to love thee!" replied Eleanora. "Do not the people love her
gracious majesty, my royal mother?"

"Thou shouldst hear what all men say of her," exclaimed the child, almost
frightened at her own audacity.

"And what do men say?" inquired Eleanora, her curiosity getting the better
of her judgment.

"They say," continued Eva, "that all the troubles in England are owing to
the queen and her relations. That King Henry took the marriage portion of
his sister Isabella to furnish the decorations for the coronation; and
thou knowest well, my lady, that she hath nine garlands for her hair,
besides a great gold crown most glorious with gems."

"In sooth," returned the princess, "thou knowest more than I of the
queen's wardrobe. But how learnedst thou these things?"

"Her maidens, who love her none too well, tell me everything."

"And dost thou encourage them in evil speaking of their mistress, by
listening to their idle tales?"

"Nay, I told them they were sinners, and that the father of evil would
surely get them; but they only laughed, and said, in that case, I should
certainly bear them company."

Eleanora, looking gravely, said, "I fear my darling is learning sad ways,
and I must henceforth keep her always by my side."

Eva threw her arms around the princess, and pillowing her fair cheek upon
her bosom, whispered, "Let not my noble mistress omit this punishment, for
in her presence 'tis easy to be good." There was a pause of some minutes,
when the child gently resumed, "My lady will one day be a queen, shall Eva
then speak only the words of adulation, such as the false dames d'honneur
employ in the presence of her majesty? I heard them whispering low
concerning the queen's gold, and the extortions and exactions she had
brought upon the people, and when she inquired what they whispered, they
turned it with some fine compliment. I sought to tell her of the
falsehood, but the ladies would not give me entrance to her apartment. I
will tell thee, for thou art wise and mayest perchance warn her of her
false friends. What first caught my ear was the name of my lord, Prince
Edward. They said that when he was a lad of eight years, his royal father
brought him forth with his brother Edmund and his sisters Margaret and
Beatrice, and had them all weighed up like the calves at the butchers, and
then scattered their weight in coin among the ragged beggar children that
stood in the court below, laughing at the screams of the royal babies."

"Eva! Eva! How couldst thou listen to such vain parlance?"

"Oh! my lady, this is not the half of the vile things they told. They said
that when the king had oppressed the people till he could wring no more
money from them, he broke up his court, and then, to avoid the expense of
keeping his family, he invited himself with his retinue to the castles of
the nobles, and after being feasted right royally, he begged gifts at his
departure, telling them it was a greater charity to bestow alms upon him
than upon any beggar in the realm."

"Eva! darling! no more of this," said Eleanora, in a decided tone. "I will
give thee for thy penance three paternosters and a creed. Repair to my
oriel, and let me hear thee prate no more."

Eva received so much spiritual benefit from her devotions in the oratory,
that the next day she was permitted to go where she pleased, and her first
works of supererogation were distributed among those who had participated
in her offence. Accordingly, the princess found her robed in the
chaplain's gown, and receiving the confessions of those who had assisted
at her coronation the previous day, in which capacity she exhibited a
wonderful facility in prompting treacherous memories and callous
consciences. In the midst of the scene, a sharp blast from the warder's
horn startled the merry group. In times of public calamity, every
unexpected event seems fraught with a fearful interest. Each vassal
hurried to his post, and the females hastened away, while Eva, dropping
her sacred character, ran with all speed to reconnoitre from the
arrow-slit of the turret. The portcullis was raised, the sound of hoofs
was heard upon the drawbridge, and the next moment a messenger, toil worn
and travel-stained, dashed into the court. The tidings which he brought
were of the most important character. King Henry, apparently on the most
friendly terms with Leicester, was, in reality, a prisoner in his castle,
and subject to the will of the earl. Prince Edward was rapidly preparing
for war with the rebel barons, and, deeming the royal ladies unsafe in
England, had sent to bid them haste with all speed to the court of the
good King of France. Straining her eyes to command a view beyond the
castle walls, Eva discerned a band of huntsmen lingering in the skirts of
an adjoining wood, but in the bustle of departure, she could not find
opportunity to communicate the suspicious circumstance to any in
authority.

Apparelled in the utmost haste, the parties set forth, and slacked not
their riding till they reached the port. There seemed to be a great crowd
in the vicinity, of sailors, boatmen, clowns, in cartmen's frocks, and
occasionally a man in armor. Eva fancied that she discerned among them the
huntsmen of the wood, and her fears were confirmed when a moment after the
royal train were completely environed by the band. But so adroitly was the
manoeuvre effected, that the fugitives had scarcely time to feel
themselves prisoners, when a troop of Leicester's men appeared in the
distance, and they comprehended that, but for the timely interposition of
these unknown friends, their retreat would have been cut off. As the
vessel receded from shore, swords were drawn, and a fierce contest ensued
between the huntsmen and the soldiers, and Eva recognized in the leader of
their defenders the figure of the tall knight who had rescued them at
London bridge.

At the court of Queen Margaret, the exiled princesses received a cordial
welcome, and the piety of Eleanora was strengthened by intercourse with
the good St. Louis: while Eva's vivacity soon made her a favorite with the
ladies of the French court. The unaffected piety of the saintly monarch
was scarcely a fit subject for the humor which Eva exercised without
discrimination, upon the grave and gay. But many of the superstitious
observances of the church, ridiculous in themselves, excited her native
merriment; nor could all the penances of the confessor restrict the
playful license of her tongue.

The Latin dynasty of Constantinople was now tottering to its fall. The
young Greek emperor Baldwin, deprived of the counsels of his
father-in-law, Jean de Brienne (who had taken the habit of St. Francis,
and died on a pilgrimage to Jerusalem), was exposed to the attacks of
every disaffected noble that chose to rebel against him. He had made every
possible concession to avoid open warfare with his enemies, and had
suffered every conceivable inconvenience from utter poverty. He had given
his niece in marriage to a Turkish emir, and ratified a treaty with a
haughty pagan by tasting his blood. He demolished vacant houses in
Constantinople for winter fuel, stripped the lead from the churches for
the daily expense of his family; mortgaged his father's estates in France
to increase the public revenue; and pawned the heir of the purple at
Venice, as security for a debt. One only treasure yet remained, the Holy
Crown of Thorns; but piety forbade him to make merchandise of that which
all Christendom regarded with such superstitious veneration. It was
therefore determined to present the precious bauble to the most honorable
prince in Europe, and rely upon his pious gratitude to make suitable
return. A wooden box conveyed the inestimable relic to France. It was
opened in the presence of the nobility, discovering within a silver shrine
in which was preserved the monument of the Passion, enclosed in a golden
vase. St. Louis, with all his court, made a pilgrimage to Troyes, to
receive the precious deposit. And the devout monarch, barefoot, and
without other clothing than a simple tunic, carried it in triumph through
the streets of Paris, and placed it in La Sainte Chapelle, which he
prepared for the purpose. This solemn ceremony roused all the mirthfulness
of Eva, nor could the habitual reverence of Eleanora so far prevail over
her good sense, as to prevent some slight misgivings concerning the
authenticity of the various and multiplied relics that then formed so
lucrative a branch of commerce.

"I warrant me," said the madcap, Eva, to the maidens, "we shall all of us
be compelled to kneel upon the cold pavement before that prickly emblem,
as a punishment for our many transgressions." Shocked at her impiety, yet
inwardly amused, the merry party mingled their reproaches with encouraging
peals of laughter.

"No doubt," continued she, "it will cure all diseases, at least it has
humbled the holy king like St. Paul's thorn in the flesh. For me, though I
strove to wear a devout face, I could not help laughing at the sight of
his royal shins." The volatile French ladies, who had experienced very
much the same sensation, joined in the merriment. "I hear," said Eva, "we
are to have another procession of the same kind ere long, and mayhaps they
will require us to transport the holy relic in the same flimsy guise.
Thou, Felice, who art so jealous of Sir Francis d'Essai's attentions to
me, shall carry the cross. And the sharp-witted Beatrice shall bear the
lance. Thou, Caliste, who hearest all and sayest naught, shall wear the
sponge, and as for me, I shall take the rod of Moses and smite your rocky
hearts, till the waters of repentance flow forth." "Hush! hush!" exclaimed
the damsels, "her majesty approaches."

Scarcely were their countenances composed to the approved pattern of court
propriety, and their eyes fixed upon their embroidery, when Queen Margaret
entered, and, in her serenely gracious manner, informed them that his
highness, the Emperor Baldwin, had presented another invaluable gift to
her royal husband, and she counselled them, by fasting and prayer, to put
themselves in readiness to join the court in a procession to deposit the
sacred relic in St. Chapelle. While each maiden dropped her head with
apparent assent, but in reality to conceal her smiles brought up by the
prospective realization of Eva's panorama, the facile girl devoutly
crossed herself, and with a demure look replied, "We have heard of the
noble Courtenay's munificence, and have endeavored, according to our poor
ability, to prepare our minds for the solemn duty." No sooner had the
queen departed, than in a tone of mock gravity, she exhorted them to be
diligent in their worship, for now she thought of it, she resolved to
smile upon the young Squire Courtenay, who had besought her to embroider a
shamrock upon his pennon. Winning him, she should doubtless one day share
the imperial purple, in which case she should reclaim those sacred
treasures, and they would then be under the necessity of making a
pilgrimage to Constantinople, for as Baldwin's last heir was in pawn, the
crown would doubtless descend to the younger branches of his house.


CHAPTER IV.

THE ESCAPE.

In the court of France, the royal princesses received constant
intelligence of the progress of the struggle between the English barons
and the king, or rather, between Simon de Montfort and Prince Edward, who
headed the opposite factions. Their hopes were raised by accounts of the
gallant conduct of the young prince, and by the disaffection that arose
between the confederate barons, but sudden misery overwhelmed them, when,
after several years of torturing suspense, Wm. de Valence arrived at
Paris, bringing news of the death of Guy de Lusignan, in the disastrous
action at Lewes, and the captivity of King Henry and his gallant son.

Queen Eleanor immediately determined to proceed to England, and her
daughter-in-law Eleanora insisted upon accompanying her. Young de
Courtenay, who had recently received the honors of knighthood, from his
royal master, and Sir Francis, who had enlisted as his rival for the
smiles of Eva, now a beautiful girl of fifteen, begged permission to join
the escort, with a band of armed retainers. They landed at Plymouth, and
lay concealed for some time in the wilds of Devonshire, while the gallant
knights, Sir Henry and Sir Francis, scoured the country in all directions,
for information concerning the captive princes. They learned that the
royal army had retreated to Bristol castle, under the command of seven
knights, who had reared seven banners on the walls, and with determined
valor held out against Leicester, and that the princes were confined in
Kenilworth castle. The difficulty of communicating with the prisoners
exercised the ingenuity of the little council for many days, but every
plan involved danger, both to themselves and to the royal cause.

Eleanora, whose clear sense and unwavering reliance on a higher power,
led her to a practical demonstration of the sentiment, "To hope the best
is pious, brave, and wise," was the life and soul of every arrangement,
and the soother of those fainter spirits, who were ready to yield, to
despair at every sign of failure. Their residence was in a little hamlet
of the better class of peasants, faithful to the interests of the king. A
deep forest extended on the west to a great distance, and in those wilds,
spite of all caution, Eva delighted to ramble. One day she had been so
long absent that even Eleanora, becoming alarmed, despatched her attendant
in quest of her, and herself joined the search. As she passed along
through the glades of the deep wood, her attention was arrested by the
sight of a pretty boy, lying asleep beneath the shade of a spreading oak,
whose dress from his embroidered shoes, to the ruby that fastened the
plume in his velvet cap, was of the most exquisite beauty, and taste. The
page was clad in a hunting suit of "Lincoln green," slashed with cloth of
gold, that gleamed from the mossy bank upon which he rested, as though the
sunshine had fallen and lingered there. A crimson baldric curiously
wrought with strange devices, lay across his breast, a sword with
burnished sheath, was suspended from his belt. As Eleanora approached, and
gazed upon the sleeping boy, she thought she had never beheld so lovely a
youth, and an instinctive desire rose up in her heart, to enroll him in
her service.

"Wake, pretty one," said she, softly touching his cheek, "wake, and go
with me." The youth started and gazed upon her, and a flush of surprise
and pleasure suffused his countenance. "Whose page art thou?" said
Eleanora, "and how hast thou wandered into this wild?"

"Noble lady," returned the boy, casting down his eyes with modest
hesitation, "my hawk hath gone astray, and I sought him till aweary, I
fell asleep."

"Thy friends have left thee in the greenwood," returned the princess, "and
thou may'st not find them. Wilt go with me, and I will give thee gold and
benison, and if thou art loyal, an errand worthy thy knightly ambition."

"Nay, treason may be loyal, or loyalty treason, in these troublous times,"
said the boy. "One says follow my lord of Leicester, another, draw thy
sword for the good Prince Edward."

"And if I say, draw thy sword for the good Prince Edward, wilt follow me?"

The youth replied evasively, "I love my lady, and I may not engage in
other service, till I bring her proud bird back to the perch."

Something in his earnest tone arrested the attention of the princess, and
scanning the countenance of the youth with more curious scrutiny, she
marked the rosy hue in his cheek, and the tear trembling in his blue eye,
and exclaimed,

"Eva! Eva!! How is this?"

"Nay, an thou knowest me, I will e'en venture on thy knightly errand,"
said the blushing girl, falling on her knees, and repeating the oath of
fealty, rapidly as possible to hide her emotions.

"Rise," said the princess, with all the sternness she could command, "and
tell me whence this disguise."

"I know not, lady, more than thou, save this. Scarce a week since, I met
in this wood the tall knight who hath so nobly defended us, and
yesternight I braved the fear of thy frown, and came to this
trysting-place. He hath concerted a plan for the liberation of my royal
master, and brought me this disguise, which must be sufficient, since it
so long baffled thy quick discernment. Accident has betrayed me, else it
had not rested with my lady, whether Eva should trust the stranger, and
aid in restoring the proud bird of England to his royal perch." Eleanora
paused one moment, while her mind, ever clearest and most active in
emergency, poised between the possibility of danger to her favorite, and
rescue to her lord.

"The knight has twice preserved our lives, he must be bold and true, and
heaven hath raised him up for our deliverance, since God conceals us from
our enemies, and reveals our lurking-place to him. It were treason to
doubt this divine Providence, since it would imply neither trust in man,
nor faith in God. Go, Eva," said the princess, her eyes filling with
tears, as she pressed her to her bosom, and imprinted a warm kiss upon her
cheek. "Heaven will protect and prosper thee, and my noble Edward know how
to reward thy devotion." She stood gazing fondly on her in silence, while
Eva's color went and came as though she essayed, what yet she feared, to
utter. At length she stammered forth, "My lady will send Sir Francis with
his band to guard the fords of the Exe till my return."

"Sir Francis," reiterated the queen, in a tone of surprise; "methought Sir
Henry were more agreeable escort."

Eva tried to hide her crimson blushes beneath her delicate fingers, as she
whispered, "If my mistress please, I would that Sir Henry should be
ignorant of this unmaidenly disguise."

"Thou lovest Sir Henry, then?" said Eleanora.

"Nay, lady, I know not that," replied Eva; "but there is something in him
that commands my regard despite my will, and I would not needlessly
forfeit his esteem."

"I will answer for thee, sweet," replied the princess. "Sir Francis shall
go according to thy wish. But must I leave thee here alone and
unprotected?"

"The monarch of the forest spreads his broad arm for my protection, and
thou shalt envy my repose, in my sylvan eyrie," replied Eva, lightly
springing into a fantastic seat, formed by the twisted branches of a
gnarled oak, and completely concealed by the foliage. Firmly ensconced in
her rustic lodge, she leaned forward and whispered a gentle farewell, as
the princess, bearing in her mind a vision of a bright face, peeping out
from among the green leaves, turned and rapidly retraced her steps to the
hamlet.

That night Sir Francis set out with his train, and as two maidens
accompanied the band, one wearing the dress of Eva, her absence excited no
suspicion.

Meanwhile the sprite remained in her place of concealment, till the
gathering shadows of the trees stretched stealthily across the glade the
appointed signal for the gathering of the outlawed bands. The tall knight
soon appeared, and, lifting her gently from the tree, placed her on a
beautiful Spanish jennet, and smilingly handing her an ivory whistle,
terminating in a silver cross, bade her summon her satyrs. She placed it
to her lips, and blew a shrill call, and forthwith from the leafy bosom of
every bush and shrub there issued a huntsman, clad in forest green, and
carrying only such weapons as were used in the chase. The knight gave them
hasty directions for the different points of rendezvous, at which they
were to watch the safety of the young squire, warned them against those
places where they would be most likely to encounter the malcontents, and
then mounting the noble steed that stood pawing the turf in impatience by
his side, and laying his hand upon the rein, recalled Eva to herself, by
saying, with emphasis, "Sir Launfal, we must away, or morning will dawn
ere we cross the fords of Exe."

They rode at a brisk pace for some time in silence, the mind of each being
too much occupied for words.

The knight at length spoke abruptly. "Thou hast a turn for adventure,
pretty page, and I'll warrant me, ready tongue, but how dost thou think to
gain speech with Prince Edward?"

"Nay, that I leave with thee," returned Eva, "since I know neither the
place to which I am bound, nor the duty I am to perform."

"And that I scarce know myself," replied the knight. "The lady Maud
Mortimer has the swiftest courser in all England, a coal-black Arabian,
brought by Richard of Cornwall as a gift to her ladyship, on his return
from the Holy Land. My Lord Mortimer is a partisan of Leicester, but is
somewhat cooled in his devotion to the proud earl, from an affront
received since the battle of Lewes. The lady, therefore, to be revenged,
has volunteered her steed for the escape of Edward. There riseth, however,
another difficulty. The prince is constantly surrounded with guards, so
that no stranger may accost him. My merry men have beset the castle in
every kind of disguise, but to no purpose. Of late, the prince rides forth
of a morning, closely attended, and I have brought thee, hoping that thy
woman's wit may effect more than all our dull brains have yet
accomplished."

As the captive prince, sick with hope deferred, languidly mounted his
horse and rode forth upon his monotonous round, he was surprised by the
appearance of a saucy-looking page, who mingled carelessly among the
attendants, and challenged the younger squires to test the speed of their
horses.

"And who art thou, pert boy?" inquired the captain of the guard.

"Who but the squire to my Lord de Mortimer? Thou must be learned in
heraldry an thou knowest not the device of the noble earl," replied the
page, with an air of nonchalance that easily satisfied his interrogator,
and eager of sport the whole party joined in the race. They were thus led
far beyond their usual limits. But the prince, whose heart was sad,
evinced little interest in the animated scene till the page, loudly
entreating him to put his steed to the mettle, found opportunity at
intervals to whisper, "To-morrow when the horses of the guards are blown,
seek the copse by the Hazel Glen." As if disgusted with the familiarity of
the page, the prince slowly turned away, but not till he had exchanged a
glance of intelligence with his new friend.

The following morning the gallant Sir Launfal stood in the copse holding
the reins of his own palfrey, and the steed of Lady Mortimer, till he was
faint and weary. The expected hour for Edward's arrival had long passed,
and notwithstanding his effort to appear the brave squire he personated,
it must be confessed he felt very like a timid girl, whose active
imagination peopled the wood with a thousand unknown dangers. He turned
the whistle nervously in his fingers, and almost essayed to try its magic
powers in summoning around him the brave outlaws who waited his bidding,
when the welcome sound of advancing hoofs reassured him, and a moment
after the prince dashed into the thicket.

"Keep to the highway till we meet at the cross-roads," said the page,
resigning the rein into his hand.

The shouts of the pursuers were already on the air, as the prince vaulted
into the saddle and took the direction indicated. Striking into a bridle
path, Sir Launfal reached the cross-roads just as the prince appeared, and
together they rode gaily on towards Bristol. The pursuers soon after
gained the same point, where they encountered a woodman, jogging on slowly
after two loaded mules, of whom they inquired concerning the fugitive.

"He be's gone yonder," replied the boor, pointing in the direction
opposite to the one which the prince had taken, where upon an eminence
appeared an armed force. The baffled guards, fearing that the conspiracy
might have been more extensive than they had anticipated, made the best of
their way back to Kenilworth.

"And who art thou, my pretty page?" inquired Edward, "that hast so
dexterously redeemed thy prince, and whither dost thou conduct me?"

"I wear the badge of Mortimer," replied Sir Launfal. "The Lady Maude is
the constant friend of thy royal mother."

"Canst tell me aught of the movements of the rebel barons, or the fate of
my brave knights?"

"Nay, my giddy brain recks little of politics or war," returned the boy,
"but there are can give thee tidings."

A moment after they turned an angle in the road, and the boy putting the
whistle to his mouth sounded a sharp note, and a party of huntsmen,
apparently in quest of game, darted across the path, while one shouted, as
if to his companions, "To the right, the game lies by the Hermit's Cross."
The page immediately turned his palfrey, motioning to silence, and led off
into the path through the wood, and after several hours' hard riding
arrived at the appointed place of rendezvous.

At the foot of a large wooden cross, weather-stained and somewhat decayed,
sat a monk, closely robed in gown and cowl, who rose at their approach,
saying in a low voice, "The benison of our Lady of Walsingham rest upon
you;" and with great strides conducted them deeper and deeper into the
wood, till they came to a hunter's lodge, which, though much in ruins,
gave signs of having been recently repaired, with some view to the rank
and comfort of those who were to occupy it.

The prince made light of the trifling inconveniences to which they were
subjected, remarking, "A soldier has little choice of resting-place." But
poor Eva, wearied almost to death from the unaccustomed fatigues of the
day, now that the stimulus of excitement was over, had leisure to think of
her own situation; and scarcely able to restrain her tears, crept silently
to her couch of fern, and beneath the russet covering, soon slept from
very exhaustion. The prince and the monk meanwhile conferred apart in low
tones, concerting measures for present and future security.

"Gloucester is with us," said the priest, "and Sir Roger de Mortimer has a
party of picked men on the road to Evesham. My band have charge of every
ford and pass between this and Hereford. The scouts report that
Leicester's men are much wasted by their long residence on the Welsh
frontier, and my jolly fellows are this night engaged in breaking down the
bridges across the Severn. For we churchmen have a fancy, that baptism is
necessary to wash away the sins of rebels."

"I fear not all the rites of the Church can absolve the black-hearted
traitor," returned Edward, with great asperity. "But proceed with thy
news."

"The country is beset with Leicester's spies," continued the monk, "else
had I been less guarded in my communications with thee. Bands of men are
daily mustering in every direction, making the high-roads unsafe for
honest travellers like myself."

"Thou wilt join our forces with the brethren of thy chapter," suggested
the prince.

"Our chapter are somewhat too much tinctured with heresy to hail the
ascendency of the odious De Montforts," replied the monk; "thou mayst,
therefore, depend upon their most earnest intercessions in thy behalf.
But for me, I must restore pretty one," nodding his head significantly
towards the spot where Eva lay asleep, "to his mistress. It is a matter,
not of selfish interest alone, that the loyal page be restored unharmed."

"Thou art right," returned Edward. "I would not that the charming boy
should lose one raven curl for me, though he hath risked his freedom and,
perhaps, his life to save me."


CHAPTER V.

THE DETERMINATION.

After the battle of Evesham, in which Edward entirely overthrew the party
of the rebel barons, and re-established Henry's throne, Eleanora resided
alternately in the palace of Savoy and at Windsor castle. The care of her
three beautiful children occupied much of her attention, and in their
nurture the streams of her affection deepened and widened, until they
embraced all who came within the sphere of her influence. The now
charming, but still volatile, Eva occasioned her infinite anxiety.

Since the day when Sir Francis had received her from the tall knight, at
the ford of the Exe, he had held her by the two-fold cord of obligation
and the possession of a secret; and from the first moment he discovered
that she was sensitive upon the subject, he had not ceased to use his
power to his own advantage. She was thus obliged to treat him with a favor
which he ill deserved; yet such was the natural transparency of her
character, that her real sentiments so often betrayed themselves, as to
keep him in a constant state of irritation.

Sir Henry de Courtenay, whose sincere and ardent nature gave him little
taste for mysteries, could not brook the inconsistencies that constantly
presented themselves in her manner, and determining that his hand should
never be bestowed where there was not the basis of confidence, withdrew
himself from the sphere of her attractions. Eva grieved at his departure,
but it was in vain that the princess represented, that the readiest escape
from her difficulties was a courageous and candid confession of the truth.

Eva "did not care if he could be piqued by such trifles, as her smiling
upon Sir Francis, when she heartily wished him among the Turks, he might
e'en seek his fortune elsewhere. And for the matter of that, who could
tell that it was desirable for the heiress of Strongbow to marry a simple
knight." But these heroics usually ended in violent fits of weeping, and
profound regrets that she had ever forfeited the confidence of De
Courtenay.

Meanwhile, Edward began to feel the languor of inglorious ease, and as his
dreams of ambition returned upon him, his thoughts reverted again and
again to the unsolved problem that had exercised the political
mathematicians of Europe for nearly two centuries. Could a permanent
christian kingdom be founded in Palestine? All the blood which the French
had shed, and all the wise counsel that Louis lavished in the Seventh
Crusade, had failed to erect the necessary defence, or compose the
disorders that oppressed the Syrian Christians. Nor were the Mussulman
lords of Syria in much better condition. The noble dynasty of Saphadin had
fallen a prey to the ruthless Mamelukes, and a blood-stained revolution in
Egypt had placed the fierce Almalek Bibers on the throne. An excuse was
not wanting for the invasion of Palestine, and the holy places were again
bathed in the blood of their gallant defenders. The military orders were
nearly annihilated, and the country was ravaged with fire and sword,
almost to the very walls of Acre.

About this time an event, no ways connected with the East, turned Edward's
attention to the adoption of the cross. He had challenged Sir Francis to a
game of chess. In the midst of the play, from an impulse unaccountable to
himself, he rose and sauntered towards the embroidery frame, to relate to
Eva his adventure with the page whose ingenuity had once saved his life.
Sir Francis, curious to enjoy her artful evasions, followed him; and a
moment after, the centre stone of the groined ceiling fell with a terrible
crash on the very spot where they had been sitting.

This almost miraculous preservation induced the prince to believe that he
was destined to perform some great service for God. It recalled to his
mind the benizon of our Lady at Walsingham, and, accompanied by Eleanora
and a goodly train, he set off the following day to offer on her shrine at
Norfolk an altar-cloth of gold brocade, and to crave her protection upon
the expedition that he now seriously meditated.

"Eva," said the princess, very gravely, when they sat one day alone, "thou
knowest my lord contemplates a pilgrimage."

"The saints preserve us!" said Eva. "Are there not holy places enough in
England, but my lord must risk his life upon the sea, and encounter the
black Infidels whose very presence is a terror?"

"'Tis not alone to visit the holy places," replied Eleanora, "though that
were a work well worthy knightly daring; but to redeem our christian
brethren from the power of their foes, and to establish the kingdom of
Christ, in the land where He died for his people."

"And have not the holiest men and the bravest warriors in Europe, from
Peter the Hermit to Fulk of Neuilly, and from Godfrey of Boulogne to the
good St. Louis, all attempted it and failed? My lord, I warrant me, has
been reading the tales of the romancers, or been deceived by the cunning
manifestos of the pope," returned Eva.

"Eva, dear one, when shall I teach thee to treat with respect those in
authority."

"I know that I am wrong," said Eva, "but why does not his Holiness take
the cross himself, if he considers it such a pious work?"

"And if the Sovereign Pontiff be one of those who say and do not, the
Scriptures still require us to obey those who sit in Moses' seat," replied
the queen.

"Thy goodness reproveth me beyond thy words. I would that I could be
always truthful and pure as thou," said Eva.

"Nay," returned the queen, "I do but repeat that which the confessor this
morning told me."

"Forgive my irreverent prating," replied the maiden, "but it seemeth
strange to me that one, who lacks the grace of christian charity himself,
should dictate the devotions of my lady who is love itself."

"Ah! partial one," returned the princess, "hadst thou lived in Beziers,
St. Dominick would have had thy head for thy heresy. But seriously, my
Eva, thy praises humble me, for methinks had my life really exhibited
those graces for which thy partial fondness gives me credit, I might ere
this have taught thy restless spirit the composure which trust in God
always gives."

Alarmed by the grave tone of her mistress, and anxious to conceal the
emotions that welled up in her heart, Eva replied, with assumed gaiety,
"Nay, what canst thou expect from a sea-sprite? Surely I must rise and
fall like my native element."

"Ah! darling, this is that which hath so often forced home upon me the
thought I would not willingly apply to thee, 'Unstable as water, thou
shalt not excel.' And this it is makes me solicitous to gain thy candid
ear while I unfold my husband's plans." Tears rolled over the fair girl's
cheeks, but she remained perfectly silent. "Sir Warrenne Bassingbourn,
whose noble heart thou knowest well, hath demanded thee of Edward, being
pleased to say that thy fair hand would be sufficient guerdon for his
gallant conduct in the wars. My royal father will give thee fitting dowry,
and I would see my sweet friend well bestowed with some worthy protector
before I embark upon that voyage from which I may never return."

"Thou embark for Palestine!" exclaimed Eva, forgetting her own brilliant
prospects in the contemplation of her lady's purpose. "Bethink thee, my
most honored mistress, of all the perils that beset thy course."

"I have counted them over, one by one," replied the princess, calmly.

"Thou hast thought of the dangers of the sea, perhaps, but rememberest
thou the dreadful pestilence?--the horrors that Queen Margaret told?--how
the leeches cut away the gums and cheeks of the sufferers, that they might
swallow a drop of water to ease their torments?"

"I remember all--I have considered well," returned the princess. "And this
also do I know, that nothing ought to part those whom God hath joined; and
the way to heaven is as near, if not nearer, from Syria as from England,
or my native Spain."

"Then I go with thee," said Eva, throwing herself at the feet of Eleanora,
and pressing her lips upon her hand, "for if God hath not joined me to
thee, he hath left me alone in the world. Thou hast been to me more than
Naomi, and I shall not fail to thee in the duty of Ruth. Where thou goest
I will go, where thou diest I will die, and there will I be buried. Thy
people shall be my people, and thy God my God. The poor, lone Eva, whose
mother lieth in the deep, deep sea, and whose father is perchance a
wanderer or an outlaw, shall no more strive to veil the sadness of her
orphan heart by the false smiles and assumed gaiety that grieve her
truest, only friend. Henceforth I will learn the lesson thou hast, with
such gentle patience and sweet example, ever strove to teach me."

Eleanora mingled her tears with those of the impassioned maiden, and,
anxious to end the painful scene, said, "Thou shalt go with me, love, to
danger, and perhaps to death, since such is thine election; but what
answer shall Edward return to Sir Warrenne Bassingbourn?"

"Let my lord assure Sir Warrenne," said she, rising proudly, "that Eva de
la Mer is not insensible of the honor he intends, but that she will never
add the shamrock to a knight's escutcheon, till she knows by what title
she claims the emblem."


CHAPTER VI.

THE OLD MAN OF THE MOUNTAIN.

The benevolent Louis could not rest in the palace of Vincennes while the
Mamelukes were slaughtering the Christians, or destroying their souls by
forcing them to renounce their faith. In his protracted devotions in the
Sainte Chapelle, he fancied he heard the groans of the dying in Palestine,
and his soul was stirred for their relief. He convened the barons in the
great hall of the Louvre, and entered bearing the holy crown of thorns. He
took the cross in their presence, and made his sons and brothers take it,
and after those no one dared refuse. Especially did he exert himself to
gain the concurrence of the English. Edward joyfully assented to the
proposal, and Eleanora, with her female train, departed in the spring of
1270 for Bordeaux, where she superintended the preparations for the
crusade campaign. Thither Edward followed her when his own arrangements
were complete. From Bordeaux they sailed for Sicily, where they remained
the winter, and where they heard the melancholy intelligence of the death
of King Louis, who had advanced as far as Tunis on his way to Egypt. With
his last breath, the sainted king whispered the name that was set as a
seal upon his heart. "Oh! Jerusalem! Jerusalem!" His brother, Charles
d'Anjou, King of Sicily, attempted to dissuade Edward from prosecuting the
expedition. But the noble prince, striking his hand upon his breast,
exclaimed, with energy, "Sangue de Dieu! if all should desert me, I would
redeem Acre if only attended by my groom."

When Edward turned the prow of his vessel up the Mediterranean, Acre was
in a state of closer siege than it had formerly been, at the advent of
Richard Coeur de Lion. But now it was the Mussulmans who lay encamped
around its walls, and the Christians who feebly defended it from their
fierce attack. The fate of the principality of Antioch was closely
connected with that of the Latin kingdom of Jerusalem.

The family of Bohemond, the first sovereign, who married Constantia,
daughter of Phillip I., King of France, had reigned there in unbroken
succession nearly to the period of the last Crusade--though the State was
tributary to Frederic II. and to his son Conrad. The last king was made a
knight by St. Louis. When the Egyptians commenced their conquests in
Syria, Antioch surrendered without even the formality of a siege, and thus
the link between the Greek Empire and Palestine was sundered, and all
prospect of aid from that quarter entirely cut off.

In Acre were assembled the last remains of all the Christian
principalities of the East; the descendants of the heroes who, under
Godfrey of Boulogne, took up their residence there; the remnants of the
military friars who had so long and so strenuously battled for the
ascendency of the "Hospital" and the "Temple" no less than for the
redemption of the Holy Sepulchre; and all the proselytes who, through
years of missionary efforts, had been gathered from the Pagan world. But
the defenceless were more numerous than the defenders, and the factions
which divided their councils would have ripened into treachery and ended
in ruin, had it not been for the presence of Sir Henry Courtenay. From the
day of his estrangement from Eva, he had bestowed his devotion upon those
objects which he thought best calculated to fill the void in his heart. At
the first news of the disasters in Palestine, he had assembled all the
partisans and vassals of the noble house of Courtenay, and, furnishing
them from his own purse, rallied them around the standard _or torteaux_,
and led them to the rescue of their eastern brethren. He reached the city
at the critical moment when, wearied with the strife, the Templars had
begun to negotiate with Melech Bendocar upon the terms of a capitulation.
His courteous and noble bearing harmonized the jarring spirits, and his
ardent valor inspired them with new hopes, and enabled them to maintain
the last stronghold in Palestine, till the arrival of Edward.

The knowledge that a Plantagenet had come to lift the dishonored banner of
the cross from the dust, spread terror and dismay among the ranks of the
Moslem, the Sultan of Egypt fled from the city of Acre, all the Latins in
Palestine crowded round the standard of the English prince, and Edward
found himself at the head of seven thousand veteran soldiers. With this
force he made an expedition to Nazareth, which he besieged with the most
determined valor. In the fight, Edward was unhorsed, and might have
perished in the mêlée, had not Henry Courtenay relinquished his own steed
for his master's use. The gallant youth then took his station by the side
of a tall knight, whose falchion gleamed in the front of the battle like
the sword of Azrael. They were the first to mount the scaling-ladders and
drive the Moslem from the walls. Nazareth was thus, by one decisive blow,
added to the dominions of Christendom.

But the wing of victory was paralyzed by the scorching sun of Syria.
Edward was prostrated by the acclimating fever that wasted the energies of
Richard Coeur de Lion, and in the palace of Acre he longed, in vain, for
the cooling draughts of iced sherbet, that the courteous Saladin had
bestowed upon his royal predecessor. Sir Francis d'Essai had followed the
fortunes of Edward, or rather of Eva, to Palestine, hoping to win the
favor of his lady's smiles. The sight of de Courtenay roused all his
former jealousy, and the cordial manner of Eva towards his rival almost
drove him to desperation. Various circumstances had excited an
apprehension in Edward's mind, that the count was seeking to make common
cause with the Arabs, but as no tangible proof of treasonable practices
appeared, the suspicion passed away.

The illness of the monarch continuing, Eleanora determined to make a
pilgrimage to the Jordan, to pray at the shrine of St. John for her
husband's recovery, and, at his own earnest solicitations, Sir Francis was
permitted to conduct the party. Eleanora afterwards remembered that he
rode most of the way in close attendance upon Eva, and seemed engaged in
earnest conversation, though several muttered oaths gave her the
impression that the colloquy was not so satisfactory as he could have
wished. They accomplished their pilgrimage safely, and commenced their
return, when, stopping to refresh themselves in a small grove near Mount
Tabor, a band of mounted Saracens fell upon them. There was a fierce
struggle, and, for a few moments, the gleaming of swords and the flash of
scimeters seemed to menace instant destruction. Both the assailants and
defenders were scattered through the wood, and a few of the frantic
females attempted flight. The Moslems at length retreated, but when the
princess summoned her retainers to set forward, neither Sir Francis nor
Eva could be found.

Alarmed for the safety of her lovely companion, Eleanora caused the
vicinity to be searched in every direction. Her palfrey was discovered
idly cropping the grass, but all trace of its fair rider was lost. With a
bursting heart the princess gave orders to proceed with all haste to Acre,
that scouts in greater numbers might be sent in quest of the lost jewel.

The state of Edward's health was such, that it was not deemed advisable to
acquaint him with the melancholy result of their pious enterprise. But de
Courtenay at once comprehended the plot. Such a mêlée, without bloodshed,
proved no hostile intention on the part of the Arabs, and there could be
no doubt that Sir Francis was the instigator of the attack, and the
possession of Eva, its object. His impatience to set off for her rescue
did not prevent him from taking every precaution, both for the safety of
Acre, and the success of his expedition. Eleanora, whose characteristic
self-possession had left her at liberty to observe, described with the
most scrupulous exactness the circumstances of the fray, and each trifling
peculiarity in the appearance of the robbers.

Fortified with this intelligence, he set off at once, with a select
party, and a few hours after leaving Acre, was unexpectedly joined by the
tall knight, and a reinforcement of converted _Pullani_. From him he
learned that the Arabs had taken the direction of Mt. Lebanon, and from
his knowledge of the Assassin band, his heart sunk within him, at the
thought of what might have been the fate of his lovely Eva. In his anxiety
for her rescue, all her faults were forgotten, and he only remembered the
gentle kindness that characterized every action, and the nameless charm,
that made her friends as numerous as her acquaintances. Prompted by these
considerations, they spurred forward, stopping only to refresh their
wearied steeds, till they began to wind among the rocky passes of Mt.
Lebanon.

The tall knight seemed perfectly familiar with the locality, and guided
the pursuers directly to the tower, called The Vulture's Nest, which was
the chief residence of the Old Man of the Mountain. There seemed to be an
intelligence between the tall knight and all the marabouts who guarded the
entrance to this "Castle Dangerous." Leaving their followers, the two
leaders advanced, and the knight presenting a piece of shrivelled
parchment to an Arab, who filled the office of porter, they were ushered
into a long hall, at the door of which stood a swarthy Turk, partly
leaning upon an immense battle-axe, the handle of which was stuck full of
daggers. The Sheik received them with an obsequiousness scarcely to be
expected from one of his bloody trade, and in answer to the knight's eager
inquiries, motioned his attendant, and instantly that which had appeared a
solid masonry, rolled silently back, as if by magic, revealing an
apartment fitted up with every appliance of eastern magnificence. Before
they recovered from their surprise, voices were heard from the farther
extremity of the room, soft female pleading, and then the loud menacing
tones of passion.

"Eva, thou shalt be mine! I swear it by all the fiends of hell. Nay, anger
me not by thy cold repulse. Thou art now beyond the protection of the
smooth-tongued de Courtenay." He seized her arm as he spoke, and a
piercing shriek rang through the hall.

"Traitor! viper! release thy hold," exclaimed de Courtenay, springing
forward and receiving the fainting girl in his arms.

"And who art thou, that darest to cross the purpose of D'Essai? By what
right dost thou interfere between me and my bride?"

"By the right of a father," said a deep, stern voice at his side, and the
tall knight advancing, tenderly clasped his unresisting daughter to his
heart, and stood by like one lost in a tide of long-repressed emotions,
while the two nobles fiercely drew their swords, and with deadly hatred,
each sought the life of his foe. But the Sheik interposed, reminding them,
that his castle walls were sacred, and that if his tributaries chose to
slay one another, they must seek the open field for the pastime.
Reluctantly, and with eyes that glared with baffled vengeance, the lords
sheathed their swords, and the tall knight, laying his daughter gently
upon a couch, spake a few words apart to the Sheik.

The Old Man made a sign of assent, and instantly two Arabs sprang forward,
seized D'Essai, bound him with thongs, and conveyed him from the
apartment. Relieved of her fears, and reassured by the presence of a
father, for whose affection she had always pined, and a lover, on whom she
now contrived to smile in a way that completely satisfied his heart, Eva
declared herself impatient to set off immediately for Acre. The Sheik
pressed them to partake of some refreshments, and while Eva enjoyed a few
moments' delicious conversation with her sire, a troop of slaves prepared
and set before them an entertainment that would have done honor to the
palace of a king. As the cavalcade set out, the tender heart of Eva was
pained to see Sir Francis placed upon the back of a mule, blindfolded,
with his face to the crupper, and his arms firmly pinioned to the body of
the Arab who had him in charge.

"Thou seemest on excellent terms with the Sheik of the mountain, noble
Clare," said de Courtenay, as they rode along. "Had I not a guarantee in
thy kindred," said he glancing at Eva, "I should somewhat challenge the
familiarity that has given such success to our expedition."

"Nay, and that thou well mightst," returned the Clare, "for the history of
mankind does not furnish the idea of so daring and desperate a band as
these assassins of Mt. Lebanon."

"Heaven save us!" exclaimed Eva, her lips white with fear. "From what
terrible fate have I been delivered! That vile Sir Francis declared that
he had snatched me from the hostile Arabs, and would bring me safe to
Acre, and that it was in pity for my fatigue he turned aside to a castle
of christian natives. It makes me shudder, even now, to think that I have
been in the presence of the man whose very name hath made me tremble, when
beyond the sea, in merrie England."

"Nay, love," said her father, tenderly, "the Sheik owed thee no malice,
and might have rescued thee, had not Sir Francis been his tributary."

"They exact, then, toll and custom?" said Courtenay, inquiringly.

"Thou sayest well _exact_," replied the knight. "Didst not mark the
battle-axe of the rude seneschal? 'Tis said the Danish weapon once
belonged to the founder of the band, and each dagger stuck in the oaken
helve, inscribed with a sentence in a different dialect, is significantly
pointed against the prince or ruler who shall dare withhold tribute from
their chief. One of my ancestors, I reck not whom, once resided in the
vicinity of Croyland, and received from the venerable abbot the parchment
which thou sawest me use with such marvellous effect. My ancestor fought
in the first crusade under the Atheling, and, unlike most of his
companions, returned in safety, whence a tradition arose in the family
that the scroll was a charm.

"On my setting out for the holy wars, I placed the heirloom in my
_aumonière_, and had nearly forgotten its existence, when a startling
circumstance recalled it to memory. My plan for the redemption of
Palestine (for I have not been without ambition) was the organization of
troops collected from the mixed races which are now an important part of
the population. I was warned at the outset that tribute would be demanded
by the chief of the assassins, but I steadily resisted every tax-gatherer
who presented his claims, till I awoke one morning in my tent, surrounded
by my faithful guard, and found a dagger stuck in the ground not two
fingers' breadth from my head. I examined the inscription upon the weapon
and found it the same with that upon the scroll, and forthwith determined
to form the acquaintance of this rival chief. He respected my passport and
showed me the wonders of his habitation, which heaven grant I may never
see again. So perfect is the discipline of his followers, so invincible
their faith, that every word of their chief is a law. He led me up a lofty
tower, at each battlement of which stood two Fedavis. At a sign from him,
two of these devotees flung themselves from the tower, breaking their
bones, and scattering their brains upon the rock below. 'If you wish it,'
said the chief, 'all these men shall do the same.' But I had seen enough,
and I resolved from that hour never to tempt the enmity of the Old Man of
the Mountain.

"I have ransomed yon traitor, at heavy cost, for I would that Edward
should know and punish his baseness. You are now beyond the reach of
danger. I may not enter Acre--the reasons shall be told ere long.
Farewell, my daughter, sweet image of thy sainted mother; guard my secret
safely till we meet again. Adieu."

He dashed the rowels into his steed, and was soon lost among the hills.


CHAPTER VII.

Meantime the palace of Acre had been witness of a fearful scene. Since the
fall of Nazareth the Emir of Joppa had opened negotiations with Edward,
professing a desire to become a christian convert. So eager was the king
for this happy consummation that he cherished the deceitful hope, held out
by the Infidel, and granted him every opportunity for gaining information
concerning the tenets and practices of the church.

Letters and messages frequently passed between them, and so accustomed had
the English guards become to the brown haick and green turban of the
swarthy Mohammedan, who carried the despatches, that they gave him free
ingress to the city and admitted him to the palace, and even ushered him
into the king's ante-chamber almost without question or suspicion.

The day had been unusually sultry, even for the Syrian climate. The heat
of the atmosphere somewhat aggravated the symptoms of the disease from
which Edward was slowly recovering, and Eleanora had passed many weary
hours in vain endeavors to soothe his restlessness and induce repose.

As the sun declined a cooling breeze sprang up from the sea, seeming to
the patient wife to bear healing on its wings, and the invalid, stretched
on his couch before the casement, began at length to yield to the soothing
influence of slumber, when the chamberlain entered to say that the
emissary from Joppa waited an audience.

"Now have I no faith in the conversion of this Infidel," said Eleanora,
with an impatience unusual to her gentle spirit, "since his messenger
disturbs my lord's repose."

"Verily thou lackest thine accustomed charity," replied Edward. "I had
thought to hear thee declare the conversion of this Saracen my crowning
glory in Palestine. But thou art weary, my love. Go to thy rest, thy long
vigils by my side have already gathered the carnation from thy cheek."

"Yet, my lord--" interposed Eleanora.

"Nay, nay," said Edward, "disturb not thy sweet soul; perchance more than
my life depends upon the interview. I will straight dismiss the envoy, and
then thou canst entrust my slumbers to the care of the faithful Eva."

At the mention of Eva a new and not less painful train of associations was
awakened in the mind of Eleanora, and with a heavy sigh she withdrew as
the messenger entered.

A moment after there were sounds as of a violent struggle and of the fall
of a heavy body, and Eleanora, who had lingered in the ante-chamber,
scarcely knowing why, rushed back into the apartment, followed by the
chamberlain and guards.

The assassin lay upon the floor in the agonies of death, his head broken
by the oaken tressel from which she had just risen. Prostrate by his side
lay the prince, in a state of insensibility, the blood faintly oozing from
a wound in his arm. The princess comprehended at once the risk her husband
had incurred, and shuddered with apprehension at the thought of the danger
that yet might menace him; and while the attendants lifted him from the
floor, she tenderly raised his arm to her lips, and began to draw the
venom from the wound. But no sooner did Edward revive from his swoon,
than, forcibly thrusting her aside, he exclaimed, "Eleanora my life,
knowest thou not the dagger was poisoned?"

"Even so, my lord," said she, with steadfast composure, still firmly
persisting in her purpose, notwithstanding his constant remonstrance.

The fearful intelligence of their leader's peril spread with lightning
speed through the city, and self-sent messengers hurried in every
direction, and summoned leeches and priests to cure or shrive the dying
monarch. The Grand Master of the Temple, who was somewhat practised in the
habits of the assassins, appeared in the midst of the exciting scene, and
commending the timely application of Eleanora's loving lips, bound up the
wound with a soft emollient, and prescribed for the princess an antidote
of sovereign efficacy.

Scarcely had silence resumed her dominion in the palace, when the porter
was again aroused to admit de Courtenay and his rescued Eva. The traitor
D'Essai had been lodged in the tower of Maledictum, to wait Edward's
pleasure concerning him; and Eva, her heart overflowing with rapture in
the assurance of Sir Henry's restored confidence, and the security of a
father's love, passed the livelong night with Eleanora, in that free
communion of soul which generous natures experience when the gushings of a
common emotion overleap the barriers of conventionalism and formality.

       *       *       *       *       *

Edward was himself again. The steady ray of reason had subdued the fevered
gleam of his eye, and the ruddy hue of health replaced the pallor of
wasting sickness upon his cheek. His athletic frame had wrestled with
disease, and come off conqueror over weakness and pain; and as he assumed
his seat of judgment, clad in his warlike panoply, the royal Plantagenet
"looked every inch a king." The great church of Acre was thrown open, and
knights in brilliant armor, and Templars and Hospitallers in the
habiliments of their orders, bishops and priests in their sacred robes,
and vassals in their holiday array, crowded up the long aisles, and filled
the spacious choir, as though eager to witness some splendid ceremonial.
But instead of gorgeous decorations, wainscot and window draped with black
diffused a funereal gloom, and the solemn reverberation of the tolling
bell seemed to sound a requiem over the grave of Hope.

Sir Francis d'Essai had been tried in a council of his peers, and found
guilty of treason to religion and knightly devoir; and this day, the
anniversary of his admission to the rank of knighthood, his companions in
arms, the vassals whom he despised, and all those actuated by curiosity or
enmity, were assembled to witness his _degradation_. Eva shuddered at the
terrible doom of her former lover, and de Courtenay, with instinctive
delicacy, had obtained permission to absent himself from the scene on a
visit to the Holy Sepulchre. As king-of-arms, and first in rank, it was
the duty of Edward to preside over this fearful ceremony, which, by the
true and loyal, was regarded as more terrible than death itself.

At the first stroke of the great bell, the pursuivants, having robed Sir
Francis for the last time in his knightly habiliments, conducted him from
the _Cursed Tower_ toward the church. As they entered the door, the
doleful peal sank in silence, and, after one awful moment, his
fellow-knights, with broken voices, began to chant the burial service.

An elevated stage, hung with black, had been erected in the centre of the
nave, and upon this the pursuivants, whose business it was to divest him
of every outward insignia of courage and truth, placed the culprit, in
full view of all the vast concourse.

When the chanting ceased, Prince Edward spoke in a voice that thrilled to
every heart, "Sir Francis d'Essai! thou who didst receive the sword of
knighthood from the hand of the good St. Louis, dost stand before us this
day attaint of treason to thy God, thy truth, and the lady of thy love.
Wherefore thy peers have willed that the order of knighthood, by the which
thou hast received all the honor and worship upon thy body, _be brought to
nought_, and thy state be undone, and thou be driven forth outcast and
dishonored according to thy base deserts." Instantly the brazen tongue
from the belfry ratified the fiat, and announced the hour of doom. At the
word, the squire with trembling hand removed the helmet, the defence of
disloyal eyes, revealing the pale and haggard countenance of the recreant
knight, and the choir resumed the mournful dirge. Then each pursuivant
advanced in his order to the performance of his unwelcome duty. One by one
the knightly trappings of D'Essai were torn from his body, and as cuirass,
greaves, brassarts, and gauntlets rang upon the pavements, the heralds
exclaimed, "Behold the harness of a miscreant!"

Trembling and bent beneath the weight of shame, the craven stood, while
they smote the golden spurs from his heels, and brake his dishonored sword
above his head, and the terrible requiem wailed over the perished emblems
of his former innocence.

The Grand Master of the Templars then entered upon the stage, bearing a
silver basin filled with tepid water, and the herald, holding it up,
exclaimed, "By what name call men the knight before us?"

The pursuivants answered, "The name which was given him in baptism,--the
name by which his father was known,--the name confirmed to him in chivalry
is Sir Francis d'Essai."

The heralds again replied, "Falsehood sits upon his tongue and rules in
his heart; he is miscreant, traitor, and Infidel."

Immediately the Grand Master, in imitation of baptism, dashed the water in
his face, saying, "Henceforth be thou called by thy right name, Traitor!"

Then the heralds rang out a shrill note upon the trumpets, expressive of
the demand, "What shall be done with the false-hearted knave?" Prince
Edward in his majesty arose, and in a voice agitated with a sense of the
awful penalty, replied, "Let him with dishonor and shame be banished from
the kingdom of Christ--Let his brethren curse him, and let not the angels
of God intercede for him."

Immediately each knight drew his sword, and presenting its gleaming point
against the now defenceless D'Essai, crowded him down the steps to the
altar, where the pursuivants seized him, and forced him into his coffin,
and placed him on the bier, and the attendant priests completed the
burial-service over his polluted name and perjured soul. At a sign from
the king, the bearers took up the bier, and all the vast congregation
followed in sad procession, to the city-gates, where they thrust him out,
a thing accursed, while the great bell from the lofty tower of the
cathedral told the tale of his infamy in tones of terrible significance,
"Gone--gone--gone--virtue, faith, and truth; lost--lost--lost--honor,
fame, and love." From Carmel's hoary height to Tabor's sacred top, each
hallowed hill and vale reverberated the awful knell, "Gone and lost--lost
and gone"--and the breeze that swept the plain of Esdraelon caught up the
dismal echo, and seemed hurrying across the Mediterranean to whisper to
the chivalry of Europe the dreadful story of his _degradation_.

Stung by the weight of woe that had fallen upon him, the miserable D'Essai
rose and gazed across the plain. An arid waste spread out before him like
the prospect of his own dreary future, blackened and desolate by the reign
of evil passions.

Life, what had it been to him? A feverish dream, a burning thirst, a
restless, unsatisfied desire! Virtue--honor--truth--idle words, their
solemn mockery yet rang in his ears. He ran--he flew--anywhere, anywhere
to flee the haunting thoughts that trooped like fiends upon his track.

He neared the banks of the river, its cooling waters rolling on in their
eternal channel, promised to allay his fever and bury his dishonored name
in oblivion. He plunged in--that ancient river swept him away, the river
Kishon, and as he sank to rise no more, a deep voice exclaimed, "So perish
thine enemies, O Lord!" It was the voice of Dermot de la Clare, who,
passing southward at the head of his troop, from the opposite bank became
an involuntary witness of the frantic suicide.

The week following the ceremony last described, Eva entered the apartment
of Eleanora, each fair feature radiant with pleasure, bearing in her hand
a carrier-pigeon, whose fluttering heart betokened the weary length of way
that had tried the strength of its glossy pinions.

"Whence hast thou the dove, and what is his errand?" exclaimed the
princess, equally eager for any intelligence that might affect the fate of
the East.

"A Pullani brought it to the palace," she replied, and hastily cutting the
silken thread, she detached a letter from beneath the wing of the bird. It
contained but these words: "The Sultan of Egypt is hard pressed by the
Moslems. It is a favorable moment to commence negotiations."

The seal of the Shamrock was the only signature, but Eva well understood
that the Clare had been engaged in devising an honorable scheme to release
Edward from an expedition which could not result in glory to the christian
arms.

The prince had now been fourteen months in the Holy Land. His army, never
sufficient to allow of his undertaking any military enterprise of
importance, was reduced by sickness, want and desertion, and he therefore
gladly accepted the hint of his unknown friend, and despatched de
Courtenay to Egypt with proposals of peace.

It was a glad errand to the knight, though the timid and (she could not
conceal it) loving Eva warned him most strenuously against the artifices
of the Sultan, Al Malek al Dhaker Rokneddin Abulfeth Bibers al Alai al
Bendokdari al Saheli, whose name, at least, she said, was _legion_.

"And were he the prince of darkness himself, the love of my guardian Eva
would protect me against his wiles," gallantly returned the count.

"Alas!" said Eva, humbly, "thou little knowest the broken reed on which
thou leanest. My weak will mocks my bravest resolutions, and makes me feel
the need of a firmer spirit for my guide."

"Heaven grant that I may one day receive the grateful office," returned
her lover.

"Heaven help me become worthy of thy noble devotion," said Eva,
remembering with regret the cruel test to which she had subjected his
generous affection.

De Courtenay found little difficulty in settling the terms of a ten years'
truce with the formidable Mameluke; for the Sultan had far greater reason
to fear his Moslem than his Christian foes.

There was no occasion for the farther sojourn of the English in Palestine;
and Edward, having accomplished nothing more than his great-uncle, and
leaving a reputation scarcely inferior to Coeur de Lion, departed with
his retinue for Europe.

Notwithstanding the peaceful termination of the expedition, this crusade,
the last of the chivalrous offspring of Feudalism and Enthusiasm, like its
elder brethren, found a premature grave in darkness and gloom.

The son of St. Louis, Philip the Hardy, returning from Tunis, deposited
five coffins in the crypts of St. Denis. They contained the remains of his
sainted father, Louis IX., of his brother Tristan, of his brother-in-law,
Thibaut, descendant of Adela, of his beloved queen and their infant son.
Weak and dying himself, he was almost the only heir of his royal family.
The ambitious Charles d'Anjou, the rival and the murderer of Corradino,
grandson of Frederic and Violante, plundered the stranded vessels of the
returning crusaders, and thus enriched his kingdom of Sicily, by the great
shipwreck of the empire and the church.

Death, too, had been busy in the palace of Windsor. The two beautiful
children of Edward and Eleanora had been laid in the tomb, and their
grandfather, Henry III., with their aunt Margaret, Queen of Scotland, soon
followed them to the great charnel-house of England, Westminster Abbey.
The melancholy tidings of these repeated bereavements met the royal pair
in Sicily, and cast a pall over the land to which they had anticipated a
triumphant return.

The great problem of the conquest of Palestine was not yet solved to the
mind of Edward, but the progress of the age trammelled his powers and
limited his ambitious aspirations. The orders of knighthood, exhausted by
the repeated drafts made upon their forces, by these eastern expeditions,
began to decline in the scale of power; and the lower ranks, finding new
avenues to wealth in productive labor and commerce, began the great battle
with military organizations and hereditary aristocracy, which has been
going on with increased advantage to the working classes from the middle
ages to the present glorious era.

Gregory X. made some feeble attempts to rouse Europe once more for the
redemption of the Holy Sepulchre, but his earnest appeal received no
response from the sovereigns of Christendom, and within three years the
last strain of the great anthem "Hierosolyma liberati" that began with the
swelling tones of mustering warriors and sounded on through two centuries
in the soul-stirring harmonies of jubilante peans, alternating with the
mournful measures of funeral dirges, ended in a last sad refrain over the
diminished remnants of the military orders, who, in a vain defence of
Acre, dyed the sands of Syria with their blood.

From Sicily the royal crusaders proceeded to Rome, where they were
cordially welcomed and splendidly entertained by Pope Gregory X., who,
having long filled the office of confessor in their household, had been
recalled from the Holy Land, to occupy the chair of St. Peter.

In the train of the King of England was his cousin, Henry, son of Richard
of Cornwall, a gallant young noble who had led the detachment that opposed
the band of Leicester, and, by his warlike prowess, greatly contributed to
the successful issue of the sanguinary conflict at Evesham. His zeal and
loyalty during this doubtful period, commended him to the confidence of
Edward, and he had still more endeared himself to his royal patron, by his
ardor in battling against the Infidels, and his brilliant achievements at
the siege of Nazareth.

The young Henry was the affianced husband of the Princess Mary, in
consequence of which, Eleanora had admitted him to an intimacy, and
evinced for him an affection almost equal to that enjoyed by the royal
children themselves.

During the stay of the king at Rome, the devoted Henry obtained permission
to make a pilgrimage to a celebrated shrine near Naples, for the
consecration of sundry relics which he had collected in Palestine. As he
knelt at the foot of the altar and closed his eyes in prayer, he was not
aware of the entrance of his mortal enemy, Guy de Montfort, son of the
Earl of Leicester. With stealthy tread the assassin approached, bent over
the suppliant youth, and exclaiming, "Die! murderer of my father!" thrust
his sword into the heart, beating warm with life and hope, and sprinkled
the holy relics with the blood of another martyr. With a vengeful frown of
satisfied hate, he wiped the sword, returned it to its scabbard, and
strode from the church. One of his knights, fit follower of such a master,
inquired as he rejoined his troop,

"What has my lord Guy de Montfort done?"

"Taken vengeance," was the fiendish reply.

"How so?" rejoined the knight. "Was not your father, the great Leicester,
dragged a public spectacle, by the hair of the head through the streets of
Evesham?"

Without a word the demon turned to his yet more malignant triumph, and
seizing the victim, whose pale lips yet moved with the instinct of prayer,
dragged him from the attendants, who were vainly striving to staunch the
life-blood welling from the wound, to the public place, and left him a
ghastly spectacle to the horror-stricken crowd.

It was now necessary for the murderers to think of self-defence. The
English retainers of Earl Henry had raised the cry of revenge, and the
Italian populace excited by the fearful tragedy that had been enacted in
the very presence of the virgin and child, began to run together and join
the parties of attack or defence. The train of de Montfort immediately
raised the shout of, "d'Anjou! Down with the Ghibelines!" and when the
armed forces of the Duke Charles rode into the midst of the throng to
investigate the cause of the tumult, Sir Guy joined their ranks, and
departed for Naples under their escort.

Tidings of this melancholy event were soon carried to Rome, and Edward
immediately appealed to the pope for justice upon the murderer. Gregory,
who feared to offend Edward, and who was almost equally alarmed at the
prospect of a rupture with the tyrant of Sicily, had recourse to various
ingenious methods of delay. Finding however that the King of England had
determined to postpone the obsequies of his noble relative, until a curse
was pronounced upon the assassin, he was forced to the exercise of
ecclesiastical measures.

Clothed in his pontifical robes, Gregory X. entered the church at
Orvietto, and proceeding to the high altar, took the bible in his hand,
and, after setting before the awestruck assembly the guilt of the culprit,
proceeded thus to fulminate his anathema against the assassin.

"For the murder of Henry of Germany, slain before the shrine of St. Mary,
in the face of day, we lay upon Guy de Montfort the curse of our Holy
Church. In virtue of the authority bestowed upon us as the successor of
St. Peter, we do pronounce him excommunicate, and alien to all the
privileges and consolations which our blessed religion affords. We permit
every one to seize him--we order the governors of provinces to arrest
him--we place under interdict all who shall render him an asylum--we
prohibit all Christians from lending him aid, and we dispense his vassals
from all oaths of fidelity they have made to him; may none of the
blessings of this holy book descend upon him, and may all the curses
contained therein, cleave unto him;" and he dashed the bible to the
ground.

Lifting the waxen taper, he continued, "Let the light of life be withdrawn
from him, and let his soul sink in _eternal night_." With the word he
threw the candle upon the pavement, and instantly every light in the
church was extinguished, and amid the gloom, the trembling congregation
heard the voice of the pontiff, ringing out full and clear, "I curse him
by book, by candle, and by bell." A solemn toll proclaimed the
malediction, and amid the darkness and the silence, the multitude crept
one by one from the church, as though fearful of being implicated in the
terrible denunciation.

Edward, having thus placed his cousin under the ban of the church,
disdained to persecute him with farther vengeance, and taking an amicable
leave of the pontiff continued his route to France. Learning that England
was quiet under the regency of the queen-mother, he improved the
opportunity to make the tour of his southern dominions, and, in gallant
sports and knightly adventures passed several months upon the continent.

Edward and Eleanora arrived in England, August 2d, 1273. The English
welcomed their return with the greatest exultation. Both houses of
parliament assembled to do honor to their entrance into London, and the
streets were hung with garlands of flowers and festoons of silk; while the
wealthy inhabitants, showered gold and silver on the royal retinue as they
passed.

Preparations were made for their coronation on a scale of magnificence
hitherto unrivalled. Fourteen days were spent in erecting booths for the
accommodation of the populace, and temporary kitchens for the purpose of
roasting oxen, sheep, and fowls, and preparing cakes and pastry, for the
expected banquet. Hogsheads of Bordeaux wine, and pipes of good stout
English ale, were ranged at convenient intervals, and flagon-masters
appointed to deal them out to the thirsty crowds.

The night before the expected ceremony, the presumptive king and queen
were indulging in reminiscences of the early days of their married life,
and comparing those troublous times, with the splendid future that seemed
to stretch in bright perspective before them.

"Methinks, sweet life," said Edward, tenderly taking her hand, "those days
when thou dwelt a fugitive in the wilds of Devonshire, and I languished
within the walls of Kenilworth, gave little promise of our present
peaceful state."

"True, my lord, yet had I not dwelt in the humble hamlet, I might never
have known the pure loyalty of English hearts."

"By our Lady, thou hast a better alchemy than thy clerkly brother, the
Castilian monarch, for his science finds only _gold_ in everything, while
thy diviner art finds _good_ in all, and loyalty in outlaws."

"I remember me," replied Eleanora, with an arch smile, "there was a
gallant outlaw, in whom my woman's heart discerned every noble and
knightly quality. But small credit can I claim for my science, since it
was the alchemy of love that revealed his virtues."

"No other alchemy hath e'er found good in man, and, sinner as I am, I
might fear the judgment of thy purity, did not the same sweet charity that
discovers undeveloped virtues transmute even errors into promises of good.
To-morrow, God willing, it will be in Edward's power to constitute
Eleanora the dispenser of bounty. Whom would she first delight to honor?"

"Since the prince of outlaws puts it in my power," said Eleanora, with a
look of grateful affection, "I would e'en reward those bold foresters who
delivered my Edward from the enemies that sought his life."

"Thou sayest well, dearest," replied Edward, "and now that thou remindest
me of my escape from thraldom, I pray our Lady of Walsingham aid me to
discharge an obligation that hath long laid heavy on my conscience.
Yesternight, methought I saw, among the yeomen busy in the preparations
for the approaching pageant, the tall outlaw, who, in his gown and cowl,
one moment gave me priestly benizon, and the next, advised me of
Leicester's movements, with the sagacity of a practised warrior. Such
length of limb and strength of arm, once seen, does not escape my memory;
and, if my eye deceive me not, 'twas he, with Courtenay, who led the
assault at Nazareth; and furthermore, it runneth in my mind, that I have
seen him elsewhere and in other guise."

"Mayhap it was the tall knight who defended Eleanora at the Jews'
massacre, till thy arrival dispersed the rabble mob," returned the queen.

"By the soul of St. Bartholomew thou divinest well," said the king; "and,
since thou knowest the monk, perhaps thou canst give me tidings concerning
the shrewd-witted boy, who managed to gain speech with me, when all my
partisans had failed. So fair a squire must, ere this, have earned the
spurs of knighthood; and much would it pleasure me, to lay the accolade
upon his shoulder, in return for his dextrous plotting. That the lad
pertained not to the household of Mortimer, I knew right well; but whether
he were a retainer of the bold outlaw who organized the royal forces, or
some young noble whose love of adventure set him upon the work, I could
never yet decide."

"And if he were retainer of the outlaw?" said Eleanora, inquiringly.

"My gratitude should none the less reward the service of one who risked
his life for mine," replied the king.

A smile of satisfaction beamed on the countenance of Eleanora, and opening
her gypsire, and taking thence the small ivory whistle, she despatched an
attendant with the token to Eva.

Shortly after, the conversation was interrupted by the entrance of an
attendant, who announced that a page from Lady Mortimer craved an audience
of his majesty.

"Let him be at once admitted," said Edward, casting a significant glance
at Eleanora.

The door was thrown open, and the beautiful boy, whose image at that
moment filled the mind of the king, entered with trembling step, and
proceeding straight to the monarch, knelt at his feet, and with clasped
hands began to plead earnestly for the pardon of the banished Earl Dermot
de la Clare.

"How is this?" exclaimed Edward, gazing with astonishment, first upon the
kneeling page, and then upon his wife. "How is this? by the Holy Rood, my
heart misgives me, thou art witch as well as alchemist. Here is the
identical page I have vainly sought for nine long years, conjured up by
the magic of an ivory whistle."

"Earl Dermot de la Clare!" said he to Eva, lifting the boy tenderly from
his knees, "why has the banished outlaw sought thy fair lips to plead his
cause? Let himself present his claims to our clemency, and we will promise
justice for ourself, and perchance a better guerdon from our loving
spouse, who would ever have mercy rejoice above judgment.

"And thou, sweet dove," said he, gazing admiringly upon the doubting Eva,
"'who wearest the badge of Mortimer,' and whose 'giddy brain recks not of
politics,' demandest manor and lordship for an outlawed man! Didst crave
it for thyself, not twice the boon could make me say thee nay."

"'Tis for myself I crave the boon, royal liege," said Eva, falling again
upon her knees. "Dermot de la Clare is the sire of thy poor orphan
charge."

"Thy sire!" exclaimed the prince, greatly moved. "How knowest thou this?"

"First, by the story of the rescued sailor, who was one of the band with
which my father thought to regain possession of his fief, when the act of
attainder had branded him an outlaw. He it was with the cartman's frock,
who waited our coming at the cross-road on the memorable day of my lord's
escape. Next, by the shamrock, the ancient cognizance of the house of
Strongbow, and by the rose of Sharon, which my mother wrought upon the
scarf in memory of her husband's pilgrimage. But Eva finds the strongest
proof in the promptings of her heart; for from the day since she rested in
his arms at London bridge, to the time when he drew her from the Vulture's
Nest at Mount Lebanon, she hath trusted in his love, and obeyed his
bidding, with such confidence as none but a father could inspire."

"Thy eloquence hath proved thy cause," said the king, raising her and
seating her by his side; "and were I a needy knight, requiring royal
favor, I'd bribe thy pleading eyes to back my suit, and never fear
denial."

Eva essayed to stammer forth her thanks, but tears choked her utterance,
and Eleanora, pitying her confusion, reassured her with playful allusions
to her childish aspirations for the sovereignty of Ireland.

"I fear me," said Edward, gazing upon her varying color with admiration,
"that to reward all my subjects and vassals, according to their merit,
will exhaust my exchequer. The audacity of these benefactors exceeds all
belief! It was but this morning that one more bold than his fellows
demanded the fairest flower of our court as a recompense for his knightly
service in the eastern campaign."

The conscious Eva looked imploringly at her mistress, who graciously
accorded her permission to depart, while Edward continued his raillery.

"I referred the gallant unto thee, love," said he, "for he must be a brave
man who dares transfer the possessions of his wife."

"To the marriage of de Courtenay with our beautiful ward," returned the
queen, "there riseth but one objection. From the similarity of her name,
she ever fancied herself the heiress of the former King of Leinster, and
hath cultivated a taste for decorations befitting royalty. I fear me that
Sir Henry, being but the younger branch of his house, will scarce be able
to maintain a state suited to her desires."

"God grant she have not the ambition of Earl Strigul, else might we find
it necessary to do battle for our fief of Ireland," said Edward.

"Nay, from the ambition of Eva, thou hast nought to fear; her heart would
incline her rather to bestow benefices upon her friends, than to hoard
treasures for herself. Therefore it is that I desire for her worthy
alliance and princely dower," returned the queen.

"Thou hast it in thy power, best one, to obviate thine own objections and
to bless the loyal hamlet that protected thy seclusion, by giving them so
gracious a mistress."

Tears of gratitude filled the eyes of the queen, as looking affectionately
upon her husband she replied, "How lost were Eleanora to the love of God
did she not daily thank Him for making her the wife of one who finds his
own happiness in promoting the welfare of his subjects."

"Not all his subjects regard him with thy partial fondness," said the
king. "Our brother, Alexander of Scotland, has refused to renew the oath
of homage, which his ancestor made to Henry II. for his crown, and will
attend our coronation only as kingly guest; while the bold Llewellyn
refuses to set foot in London."

"The troublous period through which the realm so lately passed, pleads
their best excuse for these unjust suspicions," suggested the queen. "When
the wisdom and magnanimity of my Edward shall become known, they will
learn to trust their interest in his hands with the confidence of
vassals."

"Thou would'st fain persuade me," said Edward, laughing, "that I may love
my enemies."

"I would persuade thee," said Eleanora, with a smile of confident
affection, "to make thine enemies thy friends. Suspicion ever breeds
hatred. There be many warm, true hearts in England, at this hour, who,
having followed the fortunes of Leicester, for what they deemed the public
good, are withheld by fear, from uttering the shout of loyalty."

"And how would'st thou purpose that I should bind them to their
allegiance?" said Edward, curiously.

"By the same rule that our blessed Lord restored this fallen world,"
returned the queen, timidly. "He declareth his love toward us, even while
we are sinners, and thus we learn to confide in Him."

"Verily, there seems truth in what thou sayest," said the king,
thoughtfully; "but it were a thing unheard of--for a ruler to illustrate
the principles of forgiveness, and place his kingdom at the mercy of
traitors."

"The good St. Louis," urged Eleanora, almost fearful of pressing the
matter too far, "leaned ever to the side of mercy; and no king of France
hath enjoyed a more peaceful or glorious reign."

"It shall be as thou sayest," said Edward, after a pause, during which he
gazed upon her pleading countenance, whose every feature mirrored the
intense interest of her heart in the welfare of their subjects, and the
honor of her lord. "It shall be as thou sayest. Heaven cannot suffer me to
err in this matter, since it hath sent an angel for my counsellor." Then
resuming his accustomed tone of affectionate pleasantry, he added, "Thou
think'st it well, dearest, for a warrior like myself to perform some work
of supererogation, to cancel the sins into which my love of power may yet
lead me. But small merit may I claim for my clemency, since it were not in
the nature of man to withstand the sweet earnestness with which thou dost
enforce thy gentle counsels."


CHAPTER VIII.

THE CORONATION.

Nearly a century had elapsed since an occasion like the present had called
together the different ranks and orders of the English population. Native
Britons, Saxons, Danes and Normans, hereditary enemies, had, by years of
unavoidable intercourse, and by a community of interests, been fused into
one mass, and now vied with each other in manifesting their loyalty to a
king in whose veins mingled the several streams of the great Scandinavian
race. The independent Franklin, the stout yeoman from the country, and the
rich citizen and industrious artisan, the curious vassal, the stately
knight, and lordly baron, alike instinct with love for feasting and
holiday show, hastened to witness the ceremony.

The coronation of John had been unpopular, both from the well known
malevolence of his disposition and the rival claims of his injured nephew.
That of Henry III. took place in a remote part of the kingdom, when a
portion of the island was in the possession of the French, and the minds
of the people were distracted between a fear of foreigners and a
detestation of the reigning family. Not a man in the realm, therefore,
could remember so grand a spectacle as the coronation of Edward and the
beautiful Eleanora of Castile.

When the crown was placed upon their heads by the Archbishop of
Canterbury, a murmur of joy arose from the assembled throngs; but when the
herald stood forth and proclaimed an _indemnity_ to all those who had been
engaged in the civil commotions of the former reign, and the repeal of the
cruel statutes, that had made so many worthy citizens outlaws and aliens
in the sight of their English homes, the enraptured multitude made the
welkin ring with shouts of--Long live King Edward!--Long live our gracious
Queen Eleanora!

Tears dimmed the beautiful eyes of the gratified queen, for she read in
the enthusiastic acclamations with which the act of Indemnity was
received, an incontrovertible testimony to the wisdom of the course she
had so warmly advocated, and an earnest of the peace which this display of
her husband's magnanimity would secure to his realm.

Foremost among those who hailed his accession, Edward discerned the
commanding figure of the outlaw, who had so long and so successfully
eluded his search. No sooner was he seated upon his throne, than he
commissioned the lord-high seneschal to cause the mysterious personage to
approach. As he came forward, and knelt at the monarch's feet, Eleanora
recognized the tall knight to whom she owed her own life and her husband's
liberty, and heard him with more pleasure than surprise announced as
Dermot de la Clare.

"Rise, noble Clare!" exclaimed Edward, "to thee thy monarch owes his life
and the security of his realm, and the honors and titles of thy house are
henceforth restored, to which we add the forfeited manors of Leicester,
not more a recompense for thy knightly service than a guerdon for the
sweet affection of thy lovely daughter." Scarcely had Earl Dermot retired
among the nobles, who crowded around him with words of congratulation,
when the monarch summoned Henry de Courtenay, and, in consideration of his
services in the holy wars, created him Earl of Devon--whispering aside to
the conscious noble, "Our gracious queen, who excelleth in charity, will
give thee pity and dole of that which she hath in royal keeping, and for
which thou wilt doubtless be more grateful than for all the lands of which
we have this day made thee lord."

Other faithful vassals of the crown were rewarded, and then the joyous
multitude adjourned to the feasting and games, with which the day was
closed; and the marriage of Eva and Sir Henry, which took place the
following day, added another fête to the coronation festivities.

Among the various disorders to which the kingdom had fallen a prey during
the weak and uncertain rule of Henry III., none excited more universal
dissatisfaction, than the adulteration of the coin. As the Jews were the
principal money-lenders in the kingdom all embarrassments of this kind,
were by common consent attributed to their characteristic avarice.

Edward's crusade to the Holy Land, had not softened his prejudices towards
this people, who, more than the Infidels poured contempt upon the rites of
Christianity. In his zeal for the public welfare he proscribed the
obnoxious race and confiscated their estates to the crown, and banished no
less than fifteen thousand valuable inhabitants from the kingdom.
Notwithstanding these rigorous measures he still retained in his employ
certain of the hated sect to assist in the correction of the currency.

The trivial circumstance of a change in the form of the penny gave rise to
some of the most important occurrences that transpired during his eventful
reign.

The Welsh, deriving their ancestry from the early Britons, placed the most
implicit confidence in the prophecies of Merlin, which in an oracular
manner set forth the destiny of the nation. One of these half-forgotten
traditions, asserted that when the English penny should become round, a
prince, born in Wales, should be the acknowledged king of the whole
British island. No sooner, therefore, had the new coin begun to circulate
west of the Menai, than the bards commenced to ring their changes upon the
mysterious circumstance, and to inflate the minds of their countrymen with
the hopes of conquest. The successes of Llewellyn, their prince, in
reconquering all the territory that had been wrested from them by the
Normans, gave great encouragement to their ambition.

Not availing himself of the act of indemnity the Welsh prince still
maintained his allegiance to the party of the Montforts, and was plotting
with the remaining adherents of that powerful faction for assistance from
France. To intercept these hostile communications, Edward ordered his
fleet into the channel under the command of Earl Dermot de la Clare, both
to testify a regard for the Irish noble, and a confidence in his
abilities. De Courtenay was residing with his bride at Exeter, when he
received intelligence that the Earl of Clare was on his way to pay them a
visit, and the following day Eva welcomed her father to her new home. The
earl was accompanied by a lady whom he intrusted to his daughter's care,
desiring that she might be kept in safety till Edward's pleasure
concerning her should be known. At first the fair captive was
inconsolable, but she at length found some alleviation of her grief in
recounting her eventful history in the sympathizing ear of Eva, now
Marchioness of Devon. The Lady Eleanora was the only daughter of Simon de
Montfort, and inherited the firm and relentless characteristics of her
house, which the sedulous instructions of her mother Eleanor Plantagenet
had somewhat softened and subdued. Her brother Guy, having gained
absolution from the terrible malediction of the church, had sought to
carry out his plans of vengeance by making an alliance with the Welsh, and
to cement the treaty, he had consented to bestow his sister upon
Llewellyn, and the young lady was on her way to meet her bridegroom when
her vessel was intercepted, and herself made prisoner by Earl Clare. Her
position as the prospective Queen of Wales more than the enmity of her
brother, made her fear the severity of her cousin, the King of England,
but Eva assured her that the sentiments of Edward were characterized by
the most generous chivalry, and that no feelings of malice or revenge
could actuate him to any ungallant procedure against her. Notwithstanding
the confidence with which Eva made this asseveration, the fair bride of
Llewellyn listened with a faint smile of incredulity, and answered with a
sigh, "Ah! lady, the poor daughter of de Montfort covets thine ignorance
of the dark passions that rankle in the human breast!" "Thy fair young
face gives little evidence of experience in worldly ills," returned Eva,
with some surprise. "Events, not years, confer experience," replied Elin,
"and young as I am, I have marked cherished resentment ripen into deadly
enmity. The unjust aspersion of Henry III. wrought upon the mind of my
father, till it well nigh ruined the broad realm of England. Thou canst
never know the bitter sorrow that weighed upon my mother's heart during
all the cruel strife between her husband and her brother. I well
remember," said the agitated girl, proceeding impetuously with her sad
reminiscences, "the fatal day of Evesham--how, chilled with fear at my
mother's agony, I laid aside my childish sports and crept cowering to a
corner of her apartment in Kenilworth castle, while she paced the floor
beseeching heaven alternately to spare her husband and save her brother.
O! it was terrible," added she, pressing her hands upon her eyes, while
the tears gushed between her fingers, "when my brother Guy rushed in with
the tidings of our father's defeat and death, and took his awful oath of
vengeance." "Speak not of it," exclaimed Eva, shuddering in her turn at
the recollection of the murder of young Henry, and the subsequent anathema
pronounced upon Sir Guy. "It is little pleasure to recall these dreadful
scenes," said Elin, gloomily, "but thou mayst learn from my brief history
how little hope I have in one who aspires to power or has aught to
revenge." "But her gracious majesty Queen Eleanora," said Eva, "will
delight to soothe thy sorrows, and the sweet companionship of her
daughters will win thee to happier thoughts." "Nay, sweet lady, think me
not ungrateful that I cannot trust thy kind presages. Whether it be a
retribution, I know not, but since my grandsire's crusade against the
Albigeois, evil has been the lot of our house. Hope, that seems ever to
light the pathway of the young, hath never smiled on me." This despondency
continued to depress the mind of the captive during all the period of her
residence at Exeter, nor could Eva's ingenuity in devising schemes for her
diversion, nor hopeful predictions concerning her future happiness with
Llewellyn lure her to happier thoughts. But the courteous manner of
Edward, when he came to receive his cousin and conduct her to Windsor,
confirmed these promises; and the unaffected kindness of Eleanora, while
it soothed her afflictions, had the effect to awaken some degree of
confidence in the mind of the despairing maiden.

The capture of his bride infuriated Llewellyn beyond all bounds, and led
him to invade England with the fiercest valor. His efforts were repulsed
by the gallant conduct of the troops under the command of the Earl of
Devon, and after four years of fruitless endeavor he consented to the
required homage, and came to Worcester to claim his bride.

The cherishing sympathy of Eleanora had not been lost upon the heart of
her stricken ward, and these years of tranquillity, the first the orphan
Elin had enjoyed, so enhanced to her mind the blessings of peaceful
security that she steadfastly refused to fulfil her engagement with
Llewellyn, without his solemn pledge of continued amity to the English
nation. When the bridegroom finding all other expedients in vain consented
to the required homage, the King of England gave away his fair kinswoman
with his own hand, and Eleanora supported the bride at the altar and
presided at the nuptial feast with the affability and grace so peculiarly
her own. The Prince and Princess of Wales then accompanied their suzerains
to London and performed the stipulated ceremony, the Snowdon barons
looking on fiercely the while, with the air of warriors who were resigning
their ancient rights. This discontent gave rise to various murmurings.
They disdained the English bread, they were disgusted with the milk of
stall-fed kine, they detested the acridity of the London porter, and they
pined for the sparkling mead concocted from the honeyed sweets gathered
from their own breezy hills. They saw that their national costume and
dialect conferred an uncomfortable notoriety upon them, and they more than
suspected that they were the objects of jeering contempt. They therefore
endured with great impatience the protracted entertainments with which
Edward honored his guests, and finally left their uncomfortable quarters
murmuring with stifled imprecations, "We will never more visit Islington
except as conquerors." The unremitting influence of Elin, notwithstanding,
counteracted the complaints of the malcontents, and Llewellyn religiously
maintained friendly relations with England during her brief life. This
interval of uninterrupted peace was employed by Eleanora in prompting her
husband to measures for the public good, and England long enjoyed through
the wise administration of her beneficent sovereign a respite from those
evils under which the nation had groaned since the Norman conquest. By a
royal patent Edward erected boroughs within the demesne lands and
conferred upon them liberty of trade, and profiting by the example of
Leicester, permitted them to send representatives to parliament, which was
the true epoch of the House of Commons--the first dawn of popular
government in England. The lower or more industrious orders of the state
were thus encouraged and protected, and an interest in the commonwealth
diffused through all the ranks of society.


CHAPTER IX.

CONQUEST OF WALES.

The death of Joanna, mother of Eleanora, leaving the domains of Ponthieu
and Aumerle, made it necessary for the king and queen to visit France, to
do homage to Philip the Bold for their new possessions. They passed
several months on the continent ordering the affairs of their
feudaltories, but their return was hastened by tidings of fresh
disturbances in Wales.

On her arrival at Windsor her daughter, Joanna of Acre, presented the
queen with a letter which she said had been brought to the castle by a
strange-looking priest who refused for some time to give it into any hand
save that of Eleanora, but who was finally persuaded to intrust the
precious document to herself on her promise to deliver in person to her
mother. The letter was from Elin the Princess of Wales. It read as
follows:--"To my gracious sovereign Lady Eleanora of England the wife of
Llewellyn sendeth love and greeting.

"I had hoped once more to see the face of my noble mistress, and to visit
the scenes hallowed by the first happy hours of my sad life. I had thought
to crave thy blessing on my lovely infant, for my lord had promised that
on the return of spring we should be conveyed to England, and this hath
cheered me through the weary hours of sickness and languishing when my
heart hath pined for the sweet communion which I sometimes enjoyed in the
castle at Windsor. But the hills are already changing under the softening
airs of spring, and my step is more feeble and my breath more faint, and I
no longer indulge the anticipation of thanking thy goodness for the
pleasant thoughts with which thy holy counsels hath blessed my memory. But
I am resigned to die! and I know that before the flowers come forth my sad
heart will find rest in the grave. One anxiety alone disturbs the serenity
of my few remaining days.

"Already my little Guendoline returns her mother's smile. Who will cherish
her infant years and guide her youthful footsteps to those fountains of
peace which the light of thine example hath so lately revealed to my
erring sight?

"Struggling with weakness and pain, thy dying Elin pens this last earnest
prayer. Let the damsel abide with thee. Let her be nurtured in the
practice of those gentle virtues which her obdurate race have abjured.

"Commend me to Edward, our sovereign, and those fair daughters that
cluster round thy board and gladden thy life with their smiles. Again let
me beg a place in thy heart for my orphan child, and oh! remember in thy
prayer the soul of the exile, who from thy lips first learned to hope in
the mercy of Heaven."

The letter bore the date of March, and it was now early June, and to
Eleanora's anxious inquiries for further tidings concerning the lady Elin
and her child no answer could be given. The king however had better
sources of information. Scarcely was he recovered from the fatigue of
travel when the lords were summoned in council to deliberate upon the
petition of David and Rodric, brothers of Llewellyn, who had applied to
the English court for assistance.

From these barons Edward learned that the Welsh prince had violated the
promise made to his princess on her death-bed, of conveying their daughter
to the care of Eleanora, and that stimulated by the songs of the bards and
the long-smothered anger of the malcontent barons, he had resolved to
break his oath of allegiance to the King of England, and had dispossessed
his brothers of their inheritance as a punishment for their loyalty.

The council decided to assist David and Rodric in the recovery of their
possessions, and Edward not displeased with the occasion of making an
absolute conquest of the country, advanced with his army into Wales.

The English at first suffered some reverses, but in the great battle of
Builth, Llewellyn was slain, his forces put to flight, and the gold
coronet taken from his head was offered by Prince Alphonso at the shrine
of Edward the Confessor. But the war was not yet ended. Prince David now
claiming the title of king, as the heir of his brother, assumed the
command of the Welsh, and it needed the constant presence of Edward to
keep down the rebellious spirit of the people. The same steadfast
affection which had supported Eleanora during the tedious hours of her
anxious sojourn in the wilds of Devon, and that had prompted her to brave
the varied dangers of the Syrian campaign, led her now to follow her
lord's fortunes through the rugged defiles and rocky fastnesses of the
Welsh mountains.

For her security, Edward built and fortified the strong castle of
Caernarvon, which now, after the lapse of nearly six centuries, presents
the same external appearance as on the day when Queen Eleanora first
entered its stupendous gateway in company with her royal lord.

The battlements with which the walls were defended, stand unchanged in
their hoary strength and grandeur, and the statue of Edward I., carved to
the life, still protects the entrance of the castle, and with its drawn
dagger, menaces the intruder who would venture within its guarded
precincts. The eagle tower yet nestles in the defences of the rocks,
though the royal fledglings have deserted the comfortless eyrie of
Snowdon for the softer luxuries of Windsor Castle and Hampton Court, and
the oaken cradle of the second Edward, suspended by ring and staples from
carved supporters, yet occupies its little nook in the secluded chamber
where his infant eyes first opened on the light. Eleanora's experience of
the conquering power of love, made her solicitous to employ a Welsh
attendant for her son, but such was the fear which her husband's name had
inspired among the families of the fierce mountaineers that she was forced
to abandon the project till accident procured for the amiable queen the
domestic she needed not only, but threw into her hands the fate of Wales.

From the irregular surface of their territory the Welsh were necessarily a
pastoral people, and their simple manner of life exposed them to certain
defeat when the conquest of their country was steadily and prudently
pursued by the well-trained warriors of England. But like the hardy sons
of all mountainous districts, the Welsh seemed to inhale the spirit of
liberty from the free breath of their native hills, and hunted as they
were from one retreat to another, they still rallied around their ancient
standard, and listened with rapture to predictions of their future
greatness. Edward followed them with untiring patience through rugged
defiles and rocky fastnesses till his heavy armed troops were ready to
sink with fatigue.

Everywhere they found evidences of the straits to which the miserable
inhabitants were reduced. Deserted hamlets, abandoned fields, and
famishing animals, betokened the last extremity of suffering. It was just
at night-fall when they came suddenly upon a strong body posted within the
narrow precincts of a valley.

The lowing of the herds that began to suffer from the want of forage, was
the first sound that attracted the attention of the English scouts, and by
a circuitous path the whole detachment were conducted to a position
commanding a full view of the enemy. The bivouac consisted of rude huts or
booths, constructed for shelter rather than defence, in and around which
sat barbarians in various attitudes of attention or repose.

The watch-fires gleamed luridly upon the wild figures that circled around
them, with dark and frowning brows, while from the centre of the
encampment echoed the sounds of hoarse voices, accompanied by the martial
strains of music. The barbarous language made the song of the bards
incomprehensible to the English, but they divined its spirit from the
effect upon the rude auditors, who, at every pause in the agitating
refrain, sprang to their feet, struck their spears upon their shields, and
mingled their shrill voices in a responsive chorus of muttered vengeance.

In the enthusiasm which the patriotic songs awakened, Edward read the
secret of the protracted resistance, and saw that the destruction of these
bards would insure his conquest. The trumpets were immediately ordered to
sound, and his army, wearied as they were, summoned their fainting
energies and rushed to the conflict.

The Welsh, surprised in the midst of their fancied security, stood to
their arms, and fought with the courage of desperation, the exhilarating
strains of the bards rose to a shrill wail of agony, then sank in the
voiceless silence of death.

This final strain of the national poetry, was the requiem of Welsh
liberty. King David made his escape through the defile of a mountain
followed by a few of his nobles, and the Earl of Devon, in attempting to
cut off his retreat, surprised and captured a company of frightened
females who had been lodged in the rocky fastness for greater security.
With knightly courtesy he extended to his helpless captives every delicate
attention that would soften the rigor of their fate.

His sympathies were especially excited by the distress of a woman of an
appearance somewhat superior to her companions, who exhibited the greatest
solicitude for the safety of a child that, all unconscious of the tumult,
lay quietly sleeping in its cradle of twisted reeds.

De Courtenay approached, anxious to relieve her fears, when the nurse,
expecting to be torn from her tender charge, exclaimed, in barbarous
English, "Take not the princess from me! I promised the Lady Elin never to
resign her save to the hands of the good Queen of England."

"Comfort thee, good woman," said the earl, kindly. "I will myself convey
thee, with the babe, to Caernarvon, where thou mayest discharge thy trust
by bestowing the little orphan with the royal friend of her mother."
Consigning the other captives to the care of his knights, he gave the
nurse in charge to his groom, and himself carefully lifting the wicker
cradle with its lovely occupant to the horse before him, led the way
towards the castle.

Eleanora received the daughter of Elin de Montfort with tears of tender
welcome, and lavished upon the child the same affection that she bestowed
upon her own infant Edward. The little cousins were nurtured together, and
the nurse soon became tenderly attached to both children, and conceived an
almost reverential devotion to the pious queen; and as Eleanora gave her
frequent opportunities for communion with the natives of the vicinity, she
lost no occasion of publishing the virtues of her mistress.

She represented that Eleanora and little Edward were scarce inferior in
beauty to the Madonna and child, and that they were as good as they were
beautiful; and, she added, on her own responsibility, that since the queen
treated Guendoline with as much affection as though she were her own
daughter, there could be no doubt that she looked upon her as the future
bride of the young prince.

Meantime, Edward had prospered in his military plans. David could never
collect an army sufficient to face the English in the field, being chased
from hill to hill, and hunted from one retreat to another, and was finally
betrayed to his enemy and sent to England.

The Snowdon barons, deprived of their leader, and aware that their
princess Guendoline was in possession of the English king, and somewhat
mollified by the prognostication of her future greatness, at length obeyed
the summons of Edward to a conference at Caernarvon. The hardy
mountaineers agreed to tender their final submission to him as lord
paramount, if he would appoint them a native Welshman for their prince,
who could speak neither Saxon nor French, for those barbarous languages
they declared they could never understand.

Edward graciously acceded to the request, and the preliminaries being
arranged he brought from the eagle tower the little Edward, assuring them
that he was a native of Wales, could speak neither of the reprobated
tongues, and, under the tutelage of his lovely instructress Guendoline,
would doubtless soon become a proficient in Welsh. "The fierce
mountaineers little expected such a ruler. They had, however, no
alternative but submission, and with as good grace as they might, kissed
the tiny hand which was to sway their sceptre, and vowed fealty to the
babe of the faithful Eleanora."


CHAPTER X.

THE ASTRONOMER AND THE JEW.

Peace being thus happily established, King Edward transferred the
residence of his queen from the rugged strength of Caernarvon to the
magnificent refinements of Conway castle; where, surrounded by her ladies
and children, she enjoyed, for a brief period, a repose from anxiety and
care.

Here seated in a chamber of state, whose windows of stained glass opened
upon a terrace, commanding a beautiful view of the varied landscape,
Eleanora passed her mornings, receiving those who were honored by being
present at her levée, while her tire-women combed and braided the long
silken tresses which shaded and adorned her serene and lovely features.

This condescension of the queen, had a most gracious and softening effect
upon the rude customs of the Welsh, and the first aspirations of this
semi-barbarous nation for christian refinement, date from the period in
which they felt the winning influence of her gentle manners.

But though Eleanora was thus happy in her domestic relations, blessed in
the love of her subjects, and thrice blessed in the consciousness of
exercising her power for the happiness of others, she did not forget the
kindred ties that bound her to her native Spain.

Indeed there seems to be this peculiarity, observable in the influence of
the gospel on the character, a paradox in philosophy, but a fact in
christian experience, that while it increases the intensity of the social
affections, it expands the heart to the remoter relations of life,
awakening a cordial response to the command, "Thou shalt love thy neighbor
as thyself."

For Eleanora to know that she could render assistance to another, was
sufficient motive to arouse her activity; and constant habit made that an
inspiring impulse, which had commenced in a rigid adherence to the
requisitions of duty. When she learned, therefore, that her beloved
brother Alphonso X. had been deposed by his undutiful son, Sancho, she
besought her heroic husband to undertake the difficult task of his
restoration.

Edward, whose principles of government were of a very different character
from those of the royal philosopher, listened somewhat reluctantly to her
anxious pleadings, but at last consented to accompany her into Castile.

The royal progress was one of the utmost pomp and splendor. Their cousin
Philip received them in Paris with the greatest distinction. They reposed
some months among the elegancies of Bordeaux, and thence journeyed across
the Pyrenees to Burgos.

The brave Sancho welcomed them to his palace with unaffected pleasure, and
listened with easy good-humor to the questions and remonstrances of the
queen.

"My father," said he, "is happier in the retirement of his prison, than he
was ever in the administration of public affairs. In truth, he has for
these last years been so occupied with the motions of Mars and Jupiter,
that he has had little leisure to attend to the movements of his subjects,
and, but for what seemeth my undutiful interposition, our fair Castile
would have been one scene of anarchy and confusion."

"But if my brother desired the repose of private life, he had surely the
right to appoint his successor," suggested Eleanora.

"Nay, concerning that, men differ in opinion," replied Sancho. "Our
ancestors, the Goths, confer the crown upon the second son, in preference
to the heirs of the elder brother, and by this right I reign."

"But by this right, thou takest from the prince all power," returned the
queen.

"And wherefore," said Sancho, "should the word of a prince prevail against
the will of the people, whose interest no king has a right to sacrifice to
his ambition?"

"Certes, there is great semblance of truth in what thou sayest," added
Eleanora, thoughtfully; "and much I wonder me that, while some are born to
such high estate, others in heart possessed of noble feelings are doomed
to perpetual servitude. My poor brain has been ofttimes sadly puzzled in
this matter; but when I bethink me of the miseries fair England suffered
during the rebellion of Leicester, I content myself to believe the holy
writ, 'The powers that be, are ordained of God.'"

"Thy scripture well establishes my claim," cried Sancho, laughing
heartily.

Eleanora sighed. "Forgettest thou, brave Sancho," said she, "that the God
who gave to thee the estate and rule of king, (since thou dost so wrest my
words to prove thy usurpation,) forgettest thou that _He_ hath also
ordained, 'Thou shalt honor thy father?'"

"Nay, nay, my most gracious aunt, now thou accusest me beyond my desert.
The wise Alphonso is not restrained from his clerkly studies, but--"

"He is in prison," interrupted Eleanora.

"It is my care," continued Sancho, "to grant him everything, but freedom
to disturb my kingdom. Jews and Arabs, his chosen friends, doctors of
Salerno and Salamanca, friars and priests, (though, sooth to say for them,
he careth little save as they bring him mouldy manuscripts from the
monasteries,) jugglers and mummers, a worthy retinue, have free access to
his presence. To-morrow thou mayest see the philosopher, surrounded by his
motley courtiers, and methinks thou wilt then pronounce him as do others,
either fool or madman."

King Edward, who from conversation with the nobles of Castile, no less
than with Sancho, had arrived at the same conclusion with his royal
nephew, made no efforts to release Alphonso from his confinement, but
gladly accepted an invitation to accompany the King of Castile on an
expedition against the Moors in southern Spain.

During their absence Eleanora remained in Burgos, and devoted herself to
the care of her brother, for whose sanity she began to entertain serious
fears. Alphonso's affection for his lovely sister so far prevailed over
his excitable temperament, that he permitted her to enter his apartments
at all hours without exhibiting any annoyance, and often turned aside from
his abstruse studies to indulge in reminiscences of their youthful sports,
and to satisfy her inquiries concerning his present pursuits.

Eleanora possessed that genial spirit which discovers something of
interest in every occupation, and that exquisite tact which enabled her to
insinuate a truth, even while seeming not to contradict an error; and it
was soon apparent that, though the philosopher still uttered his
absurdities with great complacency,--his temper became more tranquil, and
his manners far more affable to all who approached him. The queen listened
patiently to his tedious explanations of the motions of the planets, and
exerted her utmost powers of perception to comprehend the diagrams which
he contended were illustrative of the whole theory of Nature, and the
great end and purpose of her solemn mysteries inscribed on the scroll of
the heavens, forming an elder Scripture more authoritative than the
divine oracles themselves.

"Thou seest, my sister," said the enthusiast, "that our maturity like our
childhood is amused by fables: hence do the ignorant believe that this
great array of worlds was formed for the contemptible purpose of revolving
around our insignificant planet, and all the glittering circle of the
stars made to serve no better end than to enliven a winter night."

"In truth the doctrine savors much of the arrogance of man," gently
returned the queen, "and reminds one of the false systems of a monarch who
considers his subjects but tributaries to his pleasure."

"False systems," returned the astronomer, apparently unheeding the point
of her remark, "have disgraced the world in every age. Pythagoras
approached nearest the true idea, and yet was lost in the wilderness of
error."

"Heaven save us from a fate so evil," solemnly ejaculated the queen.

"The philosopher, who rejecting the dogmas of the church, listens to the
voice of Nature speaking to the ear of reason, is in no danger of error,"
said Alphonso pompously. "Thy Mosaic Testament asserts that God created
the heavens and the earth in six days; but they bear no marks of such
creation. Their course is eternal. And as for appointing the glorious sun
with no higher mission than to enlighten the earth, had the Almighty
called me to his counsel, I would have taught Him a wiser plan of
compassing day and night."

Shocked at his impiety, Eleanora calmly replied, "The Holy Word which thou
despisest, directs us to 'prove all things.' How canst thou sustain such
assertions?"

Alphonso, pleased with what he considered her docility, lifted a small
globe, and placing it at a convenient distance from the lamp, caused it to
revolve upon its axis, making her observe that the regular vicissitudes of
light and darkness were produced without any change in the position of the
luminary.

"At what infinite expense," said he, "would the lamp revolve around the
globe to produce only the same effect, and to furnish only one world with
light; while any number of globes might gyrate about the lamp without
loss, save an occasional eclipse."

Struck with the simplicity and evident truth of the illustration, Eleanora
gazed admiringly upon her brother, but scarcely had she essayed to frame
an answer, when the conversation was interrupted by the entrance of an
individual--the expression of whose countenance awoke a painful
association in her mind, although in vain she tasked her memory to decide
where or when she had before beheld him. His figure, though concealed by a
Spanish doublet, and slightly bent with age, had evidently been once tall
and commanding, and his swarthy countenance was illuminated by keen black
eyes, whose quick penetrating glance, seemed at once to fathom the
purposes, and divine the thoughts of those about him; and a long flowing
beard, somewhat inclining to gray, imparted an air of dignity to his whole
appearance. With a profound, though silent salutation to the royal pair,
he crossed the apartment, and carefully laying aside his cloak, quietly
seated himself at a side table covered with manuscripts, and commenced his
labors; while Alphonso answered the inquiring gaze of Eleanora, by
remarking, "'Tis our excellent Procida, my trusty Hebrew scribe."

"Hebrew or Arab," said Eleanora, in a low tone, "I have seen that face
before."

At the sound of her voice the stranger looked up, while Eleanora placed
her hands before her eyes, as if to shut out some dreadful vision.

"It cannot, cannot be," she exclaimed, "but so looked the Jew, slain at my
feet on that dreadful day when I first entered London."

"My good Procida," said Alphonso, misinterpreting her emotion, "I fear me
we must dispense with thy presence, since my sister is too good a
Christian to look upon a Jew, save with feelings of abhorrence."

The Jew arose. "Nay, my good brother," said the queen, "forgive this
weakness. I would fain speak with thy friend."

Procida came forward and stood in respectful silence waiting her commands.

"Hast ever been in London?" inquired she, earnestly regarding him.

"My noble queen recalls not then the face of Raymond Lullius, who coined
_rose nobles_ for her royal lord. She may, perhaps, remember the curiosity
of the young Prince Alphonso, whose little hand no doubt still bears the
scar of the melted metal he snatched from the crucible."

At the mention of her son, the mother's tears began to flow. "My sweet
Alphonso sleeps in the tomb of his ancestors," replied she, when she had
somewhat recovered her composure; "but I mind me of the accident, though
surely 'tis another scene that hath impressed thy features on my memory."

"Your majesty refers to the slaughter of the Jews," returned Procida, in a
sorrowful tone, "and the victim slain at your feet was my aged father
Ben-Abraham. Of all my family I alone escaped, through the timely
interposition of the gallant Prince Edward."

"Ah! now I comprehend thy haste to serve my brother," interrupted
Alphonso. "Thou must know, sweet sister mine," said he, turning to the
queen, "that the secrets of our art are for the learned alone, but king as
I am, I found it impossible to prevent my worthy Procida from leaving my
court to aid the English sovereign in increasing his revenue by
transmuting mercury into gold."

"It is then true that metals can be thus transmuted," said Eleanora, with
an incredulous smile.

The alchemists exchanged glances of intelligence, but Alphonso,
remembering her ready appreciation of his astronomical theory, answered
Procida's hesitating look, with "Nay, 'tis but for once--our sister is an
earnest seeker of truth, and if she comprehend will not betray our
secret." Thus saying, Alphonso threw open a door and conducted the queen,
followed by Procida, into a small laboratory filled with all the
mysterious appurtenances of his art. The learned doctor busied himself in
clearing a space in the centre of the apartment and arranging in a circle
sundry jars and a brazier, while the philosopher king, opening a cabinet,
took thence some dried and withered sea-weed, which he threw into the
brazier and kindled into a flame. The blazing kelp was soon reduced to
ashes, which Procida carefully gathered into an old empty crucible, and
set before the queen. Alphonso advancing took up the crucible, saying,
"What seest thou, my sister?"

"A dull, gray powder," she replied.

He then placed a tube from one of the jars within the crucible, and
bidding her regard it attentively, submitted it to a chemical process
which she did not understand, repeating his question.

"I now see," replied Eleanora, with astonishment, "the dull powder
transformed into little shining globules like silver."

"Thou mayst take them in thine hand," said the philosopher, after a pause;
"they will not harm thee."

With some timidity the wondering queen received the metallic drops, almost
fearing that her brother was a necromancer as the priests affirmed.

"Canst judge if it be a metal?" said Alphonso, enjoying her confusion.

"My sight and touch assure me of the fact. Yet whence--"

"Is it not a miracle," interrupted the philosopher, laughing, "more real
than thy fancied transubstantiation?"

A frown gathered on the serene brow of the lovely queen--but commiserating
his impiety as sincerely as he pitied her ignorance, with forced gayety
she replied, "Nay, heaven works not miracles by the hands of such
unbelievers as thou. I fear me lest evil spirits have aided thee, as they
did the Egyptians with their enchantments;" and she handed the globules to
the philosopher.

"Keep them safely until the morrow," said he, "they may form the basis of
another experiment."

As the Queen of England left the prison, Procida followed her and craved
an audience.


CHAPTER XI.

THE JEWESS.

The conference between the queen and Procida was not limited to one
audience. Day after day he sought her presence, under various
pretexts--some unimportant business, some message from Alphonso--and each
time he lingered as if anxious to prolong the interview; till at length
his strange manner convinced Eleanora that something more momentous than
philosophical researches detained him in Castile.

When the mind is agitated upon any particular subject, fancy connects
every mysterious appearance with the prevailing thought; and the lovely
queen became impressed with the idea that some impending danger threatened
her royal brother.

She therefore strove to win the confidence of Procida, and encouraged him
to confide his secret to her keeping.

"Is there aught," said she, "of interest to thyself or others in which I
can aid thee?" finding that his anxiety and hesitation seemed rather to
increase than diminish.

"Most gracious sovereign," returned Procida, apologetically, "the despised
outcasts of Israel have little hope to enlist the sympathies of Christians
in their behalf."

"Nay," replied the queen, "thou forgettest that our gospel saith, God hath
made of one blood all the nations of the earth."

"And if _I_ have forgotten it," said Procida bitterly, "it is because the
practice of the church agreeth not with the precept."

"It is true," returned Eleanora, with a sigh, "that our lives exhibit
too little the holy influence of the faith we profess: but tell me, how
can the wife of Edward serve the alchemist?"

"Noble queen," said Procida, speaking earnestly and with great agitation,
"thou knowest not the peril in which thy generosity may involve thee."

"Speak, and fear not," reiterated she, "Eleanora fears no evil in the
practice of kindness."

Fixing his keen eyes upon her face, as if to detect every emotion which
his words might awaken, the Jew replied bitterly, "Procida for his
attachment to the noble house of Swabia, is proscribed and hunted from
Sicily, his daughter, a Jewess, can scarce claim the protection of law;
and concealed as she is in the suburbs of Burgos, her beauty has already
attracted the curiosity of those from whom her father cannot defend her.
Did I dare claim so great a boon I would beg a place for her among thy
maidens."

Eleanora paused. The prejudice against the Jews was so intense as to
affect even her upright mind; and the scandal it might bring upon the
royal household to enroll an unbeliever among its inmates, startled her
apprehensions: but the father stood before her with the air of one who had
intrusted his last treasure to her keeping, and she could not find it in
her heart to crush his confidence in her generosity.

"Bring thy daughter hither," added she, thoughtfully, "with me she shall
be safe."

"The blessing of him that is ready to perish, rest upon thee," said the
scholar, fervently, as he left her presence.

When the Queen of England next visited the apartments of her brother, she
was accompanied by a young girl of such surpassing loveliness as to
attract the attention of the philosopher himself. Her features were of
that perfect form generally described as Grecian, while her dark hair and
soft black eyes, suggested the idea of a brunette; but the fairness of her
complexion and the brilliant color of her cheek, that varied with every
emotion, gave a character of exquisite delicacy and sensibility to her
countenance.

"Does thy realm of England abound in such comely damsels?" inquired
Alphonso, while Agnes blushed at the king's encomium.

"England may rival Spain in the beauty of her daughters," answered
Eleanora, evasively. "My gentle Agnes is curious like her mistress to
learn the wonders of thy art: hence do we crave thine indulgence to pass
some weary hours of my lord's absence among thy folios."

"Thou art ever welcome," returned Alphonso, benignantly, "and this young
disciple shall receive the benefit of serving so good a mistress."

"I have pondered much," said the queen, who had been for some time
attentively regarding the care-worn lineaments of his face, "upon thy
theory of the planets. The globe moved around the lamp because thou didst
bear it in thine hand. By what power is our Earth carried around the Sun?"

"There is some invisible influence which retains it with its sister-orbs
in the eternal round, but the subtle essence has thus far eluded my
investigations," replied Alphonso.

"Thou believest then, my brother," said Eleanora, in her gentlest tone,
"in a power whose existence thou canst not demonstrate by thy 'Tables' or
diograms?"

"Verily, such a power is a matter of _necessity_," returned the monarch.

"And thy unlearned sister," replied the queen, hesitating, "finds the same
_necessity_ to believe in a God, whose existence she can demonstrate only
by the contemplation of his glorious works."

"It is well for the ignorant to repose in this idea," replied Alphonso,
"and it may perchance restrain the wicked from his misdeeds, to believe
that an ever-present Intelligence regards his actions."

"And it may comfort the sorrowing," said Eleanora, "to feel that this
Infinite Power can satisfy the needs of the human soul."

"Hast thou brought the metal I gave thee?" said Alphonso, abruptly
changing the conversation.

"I have it in my gypsire," said she, unclasping the bag and unfolding the
paper--"Lo! my brother, what a transformation is here," exclaimed the
queen, in amazement. "Thy silver has again become ashes."

"Grieve not," said the alchemist, with an air of superior wisdom, "Science
will achieve new wonders with these dull atoms."

He now placed the powder in the crucible as before, and taking from a
shelf what seemed a fragment of rock, pulverized it to a like powder, and
mingled both in the crucible, which he placed upon the brazier and
subjected it to a most intense heat.

"What dost thou now observe?" said the alchemist.

"A melted glowing mass of a ruby color," said Eleanora, with great
interest.

Taking a small rod in his hand he lifted the adhering particles, and drew
them into thin, fine hair, like threads of a shining whiteness, which he
presented to Agnes, saying, with a smile, "I will bestow these frail
crystals upon thee, fair one; perchance thou mayst preserve them in memory
of the mad philosopher."

Every day the Queen of England became more interested in the society of
her lovely ward, whose sprightliness was tempered by a sweetness, and a
delicate discrimination, that never gave offence. It was gratifying to
observe, in a fancy cultivated by the poetic legends of the South, and
stored with the splendid fictions of Arabian romance, an ardent love of
_truth_, and a strict adherence to its dictates; and Eleanora saw with
pleasure that her most playful and entertaining sallies, though sometimes
pointed at the peculiarities of those around her, never betrayed
ill-humor, nor degenerated into sarcasm. Her beauty and gayety forcibly
recalled the image of Eva; but the reliance which the obedient Jewess
inspired, was in strong contrast to the anxiety ever awakened by the
lovely, but volatile daughter of Clare.

The charming Agnes not only amused the queen with her vivacity, but
afforded her a sense of repose, by her amiable observance of every
admonition, and her evident desire to regard the wishes no less than the
positive commands of her royal benefactress, and especially did she win
the love of the mother by her graceful attentions to the infant Princess
Beatrice.

While Agnes was actuated by the most dutiful affection to her father, she
seemed by a happy trustfulness to escape participation in that gloom and
care which daily deepened upon the clouded brow of the Sicilian.

Desirous to relieve what she deemed his apprehensions for the future
welfare of his daughter, the queen took occasion, upon one of his visits,
to assure him of her increasing attachment to her lovely charge.

"Thy generous interest in the despised exile softens my bitter fate," said
he, "but could the unhappy Procida enlist the influence of England's
gracious sovereign in the great project that preys upon his being, he
would feel that he had not lived in vain."

"My lord the king is ever ready to assist the unfortunate," said Eleanora,
encouragingly, "and is free from those prejudices which embarrass weaker
minds. If thou deemest it proper to reveal thy secret, his queen will
herself endeavor to redress thy wrongs."

"Procida seeks not the redress of a personal affront, nor restoration to
his island home; my project is," said the Sicilian, drawing near the
queen, and speaking in a low tone of terrible emphasis, "_revenge!_--death
to the infamous Charles d'Anjou!"

The startled Eleanora essayed no reply, but gazed in mute terror at the
dark and malignant face of the conspirator.

"Yes," continued he, his tall figure dilating with long repressed and
cherished passion, "I will rouse all Europe with the wrongs of the noble
house of Suabia."

"I know," said the queen, the words faintly struggling through her white
lips, "the woes inflicted upon our cousins of Suabia by the relentless
fury of the Guelphs, but I dare not assume the office of their judge. It
is written, 'Vengeance is mine, I will repay it, saith the Lord.'"

"Aye, verily," replied the Jew, fiercely, "but how does the Lord repay
vengeance? Is it not by the hand of man he brings retribution upon the
guilty? Did he not commission the sword to cut off the Canaanites, the
Midianites, the Assyrians, and those who vexed his people in every age?
Who can say he hath not inspired the heart, and nerved the arm of the
proscribed and outcast Jew to execute his wrath upon the proud tyrant of
Sicily?"

"_Thou_," inquired the queen. "By what title claimest _thou_ allegiance to
that fallen house?"

"I know," said Procida, stung by her remark, "full well I know, that your
Holy Church denies to the son of Abraham all the tender ties that bind the
lord to his vassal, or the vassal to his lord. He may have neither house
nor land, he may not dwell in Jerusalem the city of his fathers, or be
buried in consecrated ground. His possessions become the spoil of the
tyrant, his innocent offspring the victims of brutal passion; and yet your
priests say,--Be meek--Be patient--Obey the precepts of that gospel which
we trample under foot."

He paused, struck by the compassionate gaze of Eleanora, who, for the
first time, comprehended the hopeless misery of the hapless race.

"Thy pardon, noble queen," said Procida, softened by her tender pity.
"Were there more like thee, 'twere easier for the Jew to embrace the faith
of the Nazarene. Thou didst inquire by what tie I followed the changing
fortunes of Hohenstaufen." In a gentler tone he continued--

"The Jew loves gold. Loves he aught else? Yea, to the death his friend.
The Emperor Frederic was free from the chains of superstition. Christian,
Saracen, or Jew, found equal favor in his eye, and learning and genius not
less than military prowess were rewarded with titles and lands.

"Know me, then, royal lady, miserable and destitute as I appear, as
favorite physician of the emperor, created by him Count de Procida, lord
of the fairest island in the Bay of Naples."


CHAPTER XII.

THE FATE OF THE HOUSE OF SUABIA.

The soft climate of the south, and the rich and varied scenery upon the
banks of the Arlanzon, invited Eleanora to long walks in the suburbs of
Burgos: and she found the greatest delight in watching the changing
foliage, which announced the approach of the mellow autumn.

Her recent interviews with the philosopher had given a new direction to
her thoughts. She experienced a pleasure before unknown in studying the
various aspects of nature, and contemplating the subtle arrangement by
which all these beautiful phenomena were produced. New proofs of an
All-creative Intelligence were daily forced upon her with peculiar
distinctness, and her mind was thus fortified against the cold,
insinuating doubts, with which her brother continually assailed her faith.
Often she became so lost in reflection as to be insensible to all external
circumstances, and her ladies, loosed from the restraints of court
etiquette, revelled in the unwonted freedom of these rural strolls.
Eleanora was often lured from her speculative abstraction by the sportive
gayety of their amusements, and she saw with benevolent pleasure the ready
tact with which the young Jewess avoided every inquiry that might lead to
a discovery of her nation or position, without in the least compromising
her truthfulness or transgressing the rules of courtesy.

During one of these rambles, a mendicant of the order of St. Francis
approached the queen, and asked an alms. The smoothly-shaven chin of the
monk, closely clipped hair, and unsandalled feet, at first completely
imposed upon her credulity, but his voice at once betrayed Procida.

With a troubled look she gave him a few _denier_, as if desirous to escape
all parley. But the monk lingered; and after a pause, hesitatingly
remarked in a low tone, "I am about to leave Burgos, and I would fain
confer with the queen before my departure."

"But wherefore the monkish habit? Has the Jew resolved to do penance for
his sins?" inquired Eleanora.

"Nay," replied Procida, evasively, "if my gracious mistress will grant me
an audience, I will unfold to her the purpose that hath moved me to this
disguise."

"I cannot tell," replied the queen, with a tone of unwonted reproach, "if
it be desirable to entrust thy plans to my keeping, since I may not
encourage deceit, and I would not that thy Agnes, so innocent of guile,
should learn that her father, for some dark purpose, has assumed the garb
he abhors."

Tears glistened in the eyes of Procida, as he replied, "Thou sayest well
and wisely. The sweet child knoweth not more of the secret schemes of her
father, than do the angels of the dark deeds of fiends. But--"

"I hear the voice of my maidens," exclaimed the queen impatiently, "expose
not thyself to their observation."

"_Benedicite_," murmured the counterfeit priest, turning away to avoid the
scrutiny of the approaching group.

But Procida was so determined to secure the approbation of the queen, that
the following day he craved an audience at the palace.

"My royal mistress," said he, "must permit me once more, to plead the
rights of the illustrious house of Suabia, before I depart on my
pilgrimage, that if I never return, she may justify my acts in the eyes of
my daughter."

"Speak," said Eleanora, moved by the sorrowful earnestness of his manner.

"My royal master Frederic," began the Jew, "had little cause to love the
church. Hated by the pope, for that with a strong arm he claimed his
hereditary possessions in Italy, he was excommunicated for refusing the
pilgrimage, and again cursed for fulfilling his vow; and had not the
honest pagan, Melech Camel, been more his friend than the christian troops
by whom he was surrounded, he would have perished by treason in the Holy
City itself.

"Freed from superstition, he looked upon all religions as formed to impose
upon the vulgar; and it was through his instructions, that I learned the
policy of conforming to the prejudices of mankind, and now avail myself of
the privileges of an order, who wander everywhere, and are everywhere well
received.

"The emperor, like thy brother Alphonso, was a man of science. He opened
schools in Sicily, and maintained poor scholars from his own purse, and by
every means promoted the welfare of his subjects; but he could not escape
the toils spread around him by his great enemy the church."

As he said these words the queen beheld in his eyes the same vengeful fire
that once had before so startled and shocked her.

"Thy pardon, sovereign lady," said he, recollecting himself, "but the
wrongs of the master have well-nigh maddened the brain of the servant.

"His own son Henry, wrought upon by the malicious representations of the
pope, revolted, and his beautiful boy Enzio, pined away his young life in
the prison of Bologna. The great Frederic died; and his wretched Procida
vowed to avenge him upon his murderers." He paused a moment overcome by
his emotions, and then continued, "There yet remained Conrad and Manfred:
the former, only son of the Queen of Jerusalem, and the latter,
illegitimate offspring of a Saracen woman. Conrad passed into Italy to
claim his inheritance, only to be poisoned by the pope; while Manfred,
calling around him the friends of his mother, battled for his father's
strongholds and treasures. He was brave, generous and noble. He would have
made peace even with his enemy, but the tyrant d'Anjou spurned his
overtures, and insultingly replied to the messenger, 'Go tell the Sultan
of Nocera, that I desire war only, and this very day I will send him to
hell, or he shall send me to Paradise.' He prepared for the conflict. As
he fastened on his helmet it twice slipped from his grasp. 'It is the hand
of God,' was his exclamation, and with a presentiment of his fall, he
hurried to the fight. I stood by his side in the bloody battle of
Benevento, and we made a holocaust of our enemies; but a fatal spear
pierced his brain! The implacable d'Anjou would have the poor
excommunicated corpse remain unburied, but the French soldiers, less
barbarous than their master, brought each a stone, and so reared him a
tomb."

"Tell me no more horrors," exclaimed the queen, with a look of painful
emotion.

"Ah! lady," said the artful Procida, sadly, satisfied that his recital had
so moved his royal auditor, "thou art grieved at the very _hearing_ of
these atrocities, but bethink thee of the misery of the poor daughter of
Frederic, wife of the Duke of Saxony. When the family fell, the duke
repented of his alliance with the house of Suabia. From cold neglect and
scorn, he proceeded to violence--he brutally struck her. She, unhappy
woman, thinking he sought her life, endeavored to escape. The castle rose
upon a rock overhanging the Elbe. A faithful servant kept a boat upon the
river, and by a rope, she could let herself down the precipitous descent.
An agonizing thought stayed her footsteps. Her only son lay asleep in the
cradle. She would once more fold him to her breast. She would imprint her
last kiss upon his cheek. With a maddening pang she closed her teeth in
the tender flesh, and fled, pursued by the screams of her wounded child.
The treacherous rope eluded her grasp, and the frantic mother fell,
another victim from the doomed race of Hohenstaufen.

"The little Corradino, who should have been King of Jerusalem, had also a
mother, tender and fond, who would fain have detained him from funereal
Italy, where all his family had found a sepulchre; but ere he attained the
age of manhood the Ghibelline cities called to him for aid, and no
entreaties could withhold the valiant youth. Accompanied by his dearest
friend, Frederic of Austria, and a band of knights, he passed the Alps to
claim his inheritance. There was a battle--there was a defeat--there was a
prisoner--The Vicar of Christ, showed he mercy? He wrote to d'Anjou,
'Corradino's life is Charles's death.' Judges were named, a strange and
unheard-of proceeding; but of these some defended Corradino, and the rest
remained silent. One alone, found him guilty, and began to read his
sentence upon the scaffold. But outraged nature asserted her rights,
d'Anjou's own son-in-law leaped upon the scaffold and slew the inhuman
judge with one stroke of his sword, exclaiming, ''Tis not for a wretch
like thee to condemn to death so noble and gentle a lord.' But the
execution proceeded. I stood among the spectators a shaven priest,
_honoring the decrees of the church_! I heard the piteous exclamation of
the hapless youth, 'Oh my mother, what sad news will bring thee of thy
son.' His eye caught mine, he slipped a ring from his finger, and threw it
into the crowd. I seized the precious jewel, and renewed my vow of
vengeance. The faithful Frederic of Austria stood by his side, and was the
first to receive the fatal stroke. Corradino caught the bleeding head, as
it fell, pressed his own upon the quivering lips, and perished like his
friend. 'Lovely and pleasant in their lives, in death they were not
divided.'"

Tears for a moment quenched the fire in the old man's eyes, and Eleanora
wept in sympathy. "And Enzio--?" she said, mournfully.

"Enzio yet languished in prison, the delicate boy, the idol of his
imperial father. I found my way to Bologna, gold bribed his guard. An
empty wine-cask was at hand, I enclosed him therein, and brought him
safely to the gates. A single lock of hair betrayed my secret. 'Ha!'
exclaimed the sentinel, ''tis only King Enzio has such beautiful fair
hair.' I escaped with difficulty, but the boy was slain."

"Lives there not one of all the princely house?" inquired the queen.

"Frederic the Bitten lives, the deadly enemy of his father, and the
daughter of Manfred is the wife of the Prince of Arragon. To her I carry
the ring. A Saracen servant of the emperor ascribes to it magic virtues.
It shall be the talisman to bind Europe in a league against the infamous
d'Anjou."

"My brother! knows he of thy purpose?" inquired Eleanora, apprehensively.

"I entered Castile to secure his assistance, and devoted myself to the
practice of alchemy, to gain his confidence; but the philosopher is too
intent upon the science of dull atoms to mingle in political strife."

"Thank heaven! that his studies keep him innocent of human blood,"
ejaculated the queen. "Wouldst ought with me?" inquired she, after a
pause, observing that the Jew remained silent with his eyes fixed upon
her.

"Let my gracious queen pardon her servant, that he hath so long detained
her with his tale of horror. Something I would add concerning my sweet
Agnes. Call her not a Jewess. Her father hath long since abjured the
burdensome rites of Judaism, and her mother--'tis enough to say that she
resembled the Queen of England. Though I trust not in the pious fables of
the priests, they seemed to charm her gentle spirit into peace. Let Agnes,
therefore, I pray thee, be instructed in her mother's faith."

"Thy wishes shall be strictly regarded," replied Eleanora, "and may the
same peace thou covetest for thy daughter, yet find its way to thy own
unquiet breast."


CHAPTER XIII.

TRANSLATION OF THE BIBLE.

Each time the queen visited the laboratory of Alphonso, he made her
acquainted with some new fact in philosophy, or some new device of
alchemy, which awakened curiosity and gave rise to inquiry. The Spanish
king, having made some discoveries in advance of the age, had fallen into
the popular error of philosophers, that of repudiating all pre-established
doctrines and maxims. Having laid down the theory that matter was eternal,
and all external appearances the result of natural change, he was at
infinite pains to account for all phenomena so as not to conflict with
this proposition. The unbiased mind of Eleanora often detected in his
assertions a vagueness of expression which passed for argument, but which
evidently imposed less upon his auditors than upon himself.

"Nature," said he, "arranges her work in circles: hence is the sky a dome,
the earth a convex ball, and each minute atom of a globular form. The
seasons roll their perpetual round, and as a ring hath neither beginning
nor end, so must the material universe be eternal. The acorn groweth into
the oak, and the oak again produceth the acorn; all outward manifestations
are but parts in the great universal machine."

Eleanora, who had been attentively regarding an ingenious invention of the
king's, interrupted this tirade, by remarking, "A few months before I left
England, I visited the cell of friar Bacon, in Oxford. But I saw nothing
in his laboratory so curious and wonderful as this work of my brother's."

The philosopher, flattered with the encomium, turned at once to exhibit
the design of the machine. She followed his explanation with the greatest
apparent interest; and when he had finished, replied, "In all these
curious arrangements, I trace the wisdom of my brother; and it is that
which gives me the greatest pleasure; and when I see the beneficent
purposes for which it is designed, I feel a deeper veneration for the mind
that could plan so skilfully."

She took a bunch of flowers from the hand of Agnes and approached the
king. "I have been observing," said she, "the curious arrangement of these
frail leaves, five green supporters, five yellow petals, five slender
threads, and one central spire. I have gathered thousands of them in my
rambles, and the same perfect number is found in every one. It has led me
to inquire if Nature be not like my brother, a mathematician."

The workings of Alphonso's face showed how closely the simple truth of
this proposition had driven home. "Nature," said he, "is an active
principle, whose changes neither add to, nor detract from, the original
matter of the universe. The metals," continued he, seeing she was about to
respond, "the metals, my philosophical sister, form the basis of
everything. I have detected iron in human blood, and a lustrous substance
like that thou sawest in common ashes; hence do the alchemists believe
that gold, the most precious of all, is scattered through nature, as the
seeds of vegetation are scattered in earth, requiring only the proper
gases to develop it and make it abundant as the pebbles on the shore."

"And have these gases been able to effect the desirable changes?" inquired
the queen.

"There are innumerable obstacles in the way of these momentous inquiries,"
said the enthusiast. "Nature resists intrusion into her arcana, and I
grieve to say, that we have not yet been able to bring about a definite
result. Science has achieved only the procuring of the gases, while there
remains still the nicer problem--to mix them in their right proportions,
at their proper temperatures; for the nascent metal is more delicate than
the embryo plant, and an excess of heat or cold destroys like frost or
blight."

"Ah, me!" said Eleanora, with a sigh; "before this great end be
accomplished I fear me my brother will have passed away, and then all this
toil and research will be lost."

"My sister," said Alphonso, abandoning his labors and seating himself,
"thou hast unconsciously touched the thorn that rankles deepest in my
breast. In nature, nothing seems made in vain; even decay produces new
life, and man alone, the crowning work of all, seems made to no purpose."

"I have sometimes thought," said Eleanora, as if answering her own
reflections, rather than replying to her brother's remarks, "that man
might perhaps be made for the pleasure of a higher order of intelligence,
as the lower orders of creation seem formed for our gratification, and
that all our miseries spring from an attempt to thwart this plan."

"If thy thought be not the true solution of man's destiny, I know not what
end he serves in the great scheme of existence," returned Alphonso, sadly;
"I have passed through various vicissitudes of life, from the greatness of
earthly state to the poverty of a prison, and I have derived more pleasure
from the achievements of science than from all my hereditary honors. And
yet even these do not satisfy the longings of my nature."

"The scripture teaches us, that the superior intelligences find delight in
benefitting mortals; and acting upon this hint the good have taught us,
that to be blest ourselves we must seek to bless others," said Eleanora.

"True," replied the philosopher, breaking out once more into his old
enthusiasm, "I have sometimes found alleviation from the weariness of my
thoughts in the reflection, that the sciences in which I am engaged will
one day exercise a wider and more perfect control over the destiny of the
human race, than all the military orders backed by the sanction of
ecclesiastical decrees. Science will open the door to Art; and her
triumphant offspring, in a train of skillful inventions, shall pass on
through long ages, breaking down the stern barriers of kingdoms, and
uniting mankind in a common interest; war shall give place to useful
Labor, and Science abrogating labor in its turn, shall satisfy the wants
of the human race, accomplishing by a touch that which requires the might
of thousands. Men shall then have leisure to perform the rites that lift
the veil of Isis, and perhaps find means to _question_ Nature even in the
innermost recesses of her temple."

"Oh! life! life!" said the philosopher, in an accent of despair, "why art
thou so brief? Why must I die without discovering the sublime agencies?"

Eleanora waited in compassionate silence till her brother resumed in a
calmer tone, "Think me not mad, my sister. If the feeble attempts of an
imprisoned king, and a cloistered friar, can produce the wondrous results
of which thou hast been witness, what shall the end be, when men free to
pursue these investigations shall win the rich guerdon of fame and
pecuniary reward? Thou hast heard, perchance, of the magician Albertus
Magnus, who constructed a human figure, which performed the office of a
servant; and of the stupid priest Thomas Aquinas, who, alarmed by the
appearance of the automaton which opened the door and ushered him in with
ceremonious obeisance, destroyed with one blow the work of years."

"I can forgive his terror," said Eleanora, "for I well remember my own
affright, when the brazen head contrived by Friar Bacon, rolled along on
the table towards me, and uttered '_pax vobiscum_' with startling
distinctness."

"Albertus Magnus performed a still more astonishing work," continued
Alphonso. "At a banquet which he gave in the garden of his cloister, in
the depth of winter, trees appeared covered with leaves and flowers, which
vanished as if by enchantment, when the guests rose to depart."

"By what means were these wonderful works produced?" said Eleanora, with
astonishment.

"With the mode of this operation I am not familiar," returned the
philosopher. "Doubtless by some of the powerful agents alchemy reveals to
its votaries."

"And what dost thou consider the chief agent in the universe?" said
Eleanora, with the air of one inquiring after truth.

"Nature," returned the philosopher, emphatically.

"And will it pain my brother, if his unlearned sister call that great
agent, who brings the flowers and leaves upon the trees in their season,
by the name of God?"

"Certainly, the name can affect nothing," replied Alphonso; "and if thy
priest require it of thee, sin not against him, by a more liberal view."

"And if the ignorant mass, who cannot be enlightened by thy theories, are
restrained from vice by the thought that an Omniscient Being takes note of
their actions, would it be well to free them from the necessary monitor?"
inquired his sister.

"It is doubtless well for man to be deterred from evil by salutary fear,
till he rises to more exalted capabilities," replied Alphonso.

"And art willing," suggested Eleanora, cautiously, "to administer to this
wholesome necessity until thy divine philosophy become sufficiently
perfected to renovate their character."

"What priestly scheme hast thou in hand?" said her brother, regarding her
with a look of mirthful curiosity.

"Thou knowest how dearly I love the Castilian language," returned the
queen, "and I would that my brother should perpetuate his fame by that
which will benefit his subjects. The sight of thy Jewish scribes,
suggested the thought that it would be easy for thee to procure the
translation of the Scriptures into our mother tongue."

The philosopher remained silent for a moment, and then answered, "knowest
thou the effect of the measures thou proposest?"

"I conceive," replied Eleanora, "that it will make thy people more
virtuous and happy, and," added she, mindful of his foible, "prepare them
to receive all the additional light to which thy investigations may lead."

"There will be another effect, which, perhaps thou dost not anticipate,"
replied Alphonso. "It will overthrow the power of the priesthood; for as
now each man inquires of his confessor concerning his duty, he will, if
enabled to read the boasted oracles, claim the right to interpret for
himself. But thy experiment shall be tried, and now I bethink me, those
learned scribes which _our benevolent son Sancho_ hath permitted us to
employ in transcribing the laws of Spain into the language of Castile,
shall be placed under thy direction for this important work."

Thus the object for which Eleanora had so long and so patiently prayed and
planned, progressed under the auspices of a man who affected to despise
the truths he yet condescended to propagate; and while the philosopher
gave critical attention to the correctness of the work, he found leisure
to complete his Astronomical tables, and to commence the first general
history of Spain.


CHAPTER XIV.

AN ACCIDENT.

To the monotony of a winter which the absence of the gallant cavaliers had
rendered doubly tedious to the ladies of the royal household, succeeded a
balmy spring. The favorite haunt of Eleanora, by the side of a noisy
stream, which escaping from its icy chain among the hills, hurried away
through the ravine, leaping up to clasp the overhanging rock in its wild
embrace, and showering its silver spray upon the weeping boughs that
fringed its bank, was again carpeted with mossy green, and draped with the
bright garniture of May.

The view from this romantic spot commanded upon the right the city of
Burgos, built upon the declivity of a hill, and on the left, a flowery
path leading along the bank of the stream, which it crossed by a
foot-bridge, wound up the cliff till it entered upon extensive plains that
stretched out to the west, and afforded rich pasturage for numerous flocks
which fed upon the luxuriant herbage.

One sunny afternoon, Eleanora, becoming deeply absorbed in her brother's
history of the reign of their father, Ferdinand the Holy, allowed the
maidens, protected by the squires and pages, to climb the prohibited
cliff, which, ever since it had begun to assume its summer garb, had been
a strong temptation to their footsteps. Occupied with her manuscript, she
was unconscious of the lapse of time, but an occasional sound of merry
voices, mingling harmoniously with the pleasant reflections that filled
her mind, inspired her with a feeling of security and peace. It was nearly
sunset when she finished her task, and the chill dews admonished her of
the lateness of the hour; but when she raised her eyes, not a human being
was within call. The sentinel page, presuming upon his mistress'
abstraction, had strolled across the bridge and ascended the hill after
his companions, and the queen began to be alarmed lest the giddy party
should defer their return till darkness had increased the danger of the
mountain path. She gazed in every direction, and listened intently to
every sound. The breeze rustled the branches, and the river gurgled on its
way, but all else was still. Suddenly she perceived on the extremity of
the cliff, the rocks of which sank sheer down to the water's edge, her
maidens hurrying to the rescue of a lamb, that, having strayed from the
care of the shepherd, startled the echoes with its piteous cries. Agnes
was foremost, and as she tripped along unconscious of the abyss which the
pendant foliage concealed from her sight, and clasped the snowy foundling
to her lovely breast, her slight figure bathed in the bright gold of the
western sky seemed the impersonation of the angel of mercy. With a glad
shout of exultation she turned to exhibit her prize, when the treacherous
earth gave way beneath her feet, and with her fleecy burden she was
precipitated into the stream, nearly opposite the spot which the queen,
breathless with alarm, had just reached. Screams of helpless terror rent
the air. The squires ran each in a different direction, hoping to find
some point from which they could descend the cliff, while the poor girl
floated rapidly down the stream, rising and sinking with the swelling
waves. Quick as thought, Eleanora caught up a fallen branch that lay upon
the bank, and extended it for her rescue. The drowning Agnes seized it
with one hand, and the queen, with great exertion, had drawn her almost to
the shore, when the frail support gave way, and the mad waters again
enveloped her form. As she sank, the animal struggled from her grasp and
gained the bank.

"Save her! Oh God in mercy save her!" exclaimed Eleanora, clasping her
hands in agony. At this moment a solitary pedestrian turning an angle in
the path, approached, and attracted by the cry of distress quickened his
pace. "There! there!" exclaimed the queen, pointing with a frantic gesture
to the spot where Agnes had disappeared. Without a word, the stranger
threw his staff and cloak upon the ground, and plunged into the stream.
But the rapacious tide had borne her beyond his reach. On he swam,
buffeting the waves with a strong arm, now searching the depths, and now
scanning the ruffled surface, till finding every effort unavailing, he
paused amid the whirling eddies, as if irresolute to seek the shore or
continue the fruitless search. At this moment a small fair hand gleamed in
the water before him, vainly clasping the idle waves, as if reaching for
the broken reed that had so deceived its hope. He grasped the tiny hand in
his own, raised the sinking form, and, renerved by the joy of success, and
the shouts of those who approached in tumultuous haste, by a few strokes
of his powerful arm gained the shore. Every hand was extended for his
assistance; but the stranger heeded not the proffered aid, and kneeling
upon the velvet turf he pressed the senseless form in his arms, and
regarded the face that lay so fixed and still upon his breast, with a mute
anxiety that held his features almost as rigid as those on which he gazed.
While the balance thus trembles between life and death, every voice is
dumb and every breath suppressed. The queen hangs motionless over her
unconscious favorite, and the attendants stand chilled and paralyzed with
doubt and dread, till a sudden gleam of satisfaction irradiates the
stranger's face, and a faint sigh heaves the bosom of Agnes. "My God, I
thank thee!" exclaims Eleanora, fervently, while every frame dilates with
a full deep inspiration of returning hope. But the stranger, with an
authoritative wave of his hand, repels all attempts to relieve him of his
lovely charge. Gently he disengages the long silken locks that cling
dripping to his arm, tenderly he raises her head to catch the breeze that
fans her pallid cheek, and 'tis not till returning life quivers in the
languid eyelids, that pressing his lips upon her snowy hand, he resigns
her to her royal mistress. At once the maidens crowded around, some
weeping and some laughing under the excess of the same emotion, eager to
assist in the resuscitation of their lovely friend; and the squires and
pages busied themselves in constructing a litter of boughs, upon which
Agnes was conveyed to the palace.

Meanwhile, the innocent cause of the catastrophe crept shivering to the
feet of the queen, who compassionately ordered one of the attendants to
carry it forward; and thus while the shades of evening stretched over the
landscape, the saddened party re-entered the streets of Burgos. In the
general confusion the strange deliverer had disappeared, and no one knew
the direction he had taken; but the ladies had not been so much occupied
with their anxiety, that they had failed to mark his noble figure and
princely bearing; and Eleanora remembered that his face was one of
peculiar beauty, though marked by a scar, conspicuous upon the right
cheek.


CHAPTER XV.

FREDERIC THE BITTEN.

The slight illness that followed the accident which had so nearly proved
fatal to the young Jewess, was attended by no dangerous symptoms, and the
maidens amused her convalescence with conjectures concerning her
mysterious deliverer. Their pleasantries acquired new zest, when they
discovered that a rosy blush, no less than an evasive reply, answered
their reiterated prediction that the stranger would one day return, no
longer a simple knight, but a noble lord, or powerful prince, and claim
the fair hand on which he imprinted his parting kiss. Thus the weeks wore
away, and the affair at length ceased to be the engrossing topic of
conversation: the inhabitants of the palace resumed their accustomed
employments, and indulged in their usual rambles.

Eleanora received frequent despatches of the most satisfactory character
from her husband. The Christian arms had been everywhere successful
against the Moors, and the King of Arragon had added to his former
conquests, Majorca and Valencia, together with numerous castles and
churches taken from the Infidels. Edward proposed to return by sea to
Bordeaux, where he appointed his queen to meet him within the following
month.

But the tidings she received from Procida, through an ambassador that
craved a private audience, created a more agitating interest than even the
affairs of their own realm could awaken. At sight of the stranger, she
recognized the saviour of Agnes, and her first impulse was to thank him
for his generous exertions in behalf of her fair ward. But the grave
formality of his manner checked the graceful condescension. He seemed but
the bearer of a letter, and received her greeting merely as the messenger
of Procida, and presuming upon his avowed character, she proceeded to
peruse the despatch in his presence.

The epistle from the Jew commenced abruptly without date. It acquainted
the queen with the rank and title of the bearer, "Frederic the Bitten,"
Duke of Saxony, grandson of the illustrious Emperor of Germany, and
commended him to her courtesy as the suitor of the young Agnes. Procida
alluded darkly to negotiations and plots, which he trusted would
accomplish the deliverance of his country, but towards the close of the
epistle, the _father_ triumphed over the _conspirator_, and the
expressions of paternal love subdued the tone of vengeance to the accents
of tenderness and apprehension.

"I was anxious my royal friend," said he, "now that rugged winter has been
smoothed by a softer breath, I was anxious to write and to address thee
some grateful strain, as the first-fruits of the spring. But the mournful
news presages to me new storms; my songs sink into tears. In vain do the
heavens smile; in vain do the gardens and groves inspire me with
unseasonable joy, and the returning concert of the birds tempt me to
resume my own. I cannot behold with dry eyes the approaching desolation of
my kind nurse Sicily. Which shall I choose for her, the yoke, or honor? I
see that in the confusion of insurrection numbers of her innocent children
must perish. Shall I then leave her under the power of the tyrant? Shall
our beautiful Palermo be defiled by strangers? Shall the powerful and
noble Messina rest in quiet with the foot of her oppressor on her neck; or
shall I, while feigning peace, organize a war, rousing Sicily and the
world to revenge? Revenge! at the word all thoughts of pity and tenderness
leave me. The concentrated rage of Etna seems warring in my bosom; it
heaves at sight of the miseries of my unhappy people. The island is full
of preparations against the Greeks: but, when the sword is drawn, shall it
not be buried in the breast of him who drains the life blood from his
helpless subjects?

"But in that hour Procida may perish, and the King of Arragon fail to
restore the sister of Manfred to her ancient rights. There will then
remain of the house of Suabia only 'Frederic the Bitten.' If the daughter
of Procida favor his suit, detain him till the '_Ides of March_' be
passed, for with Frederic, dies the last hope of the Hohenstaufen."

Eleanora closed the letter and pondered a moment upon its contents. In the
plan of Procida to detain Frederic from the approaching conflict in
Sicily, she most readily acquiesced, but the difficulty of managing so
delicate an affair became instantly apparent to her ready perception.
When, however, she adroitly endeavored to draw from the young duke his
knowledge of the purposes of Procida, her apprehension was relieved by
discovering that the affair had been planned in such a manner as to
require from her, neither entreaty nor subterfuge, since the wily Jew had
exacted a promise from the young noble, that he would spend a twelvemonth,
at the court of his cousin Edward, before he demanded the hand of Agnes in
marriage. Procida had not indeed, left the duke ignorant of his ultimate
purpose, but he had led him to look for its accomplishment at a much more
distant date than that designated in the letter, and Frederic consequently
feeling no anxiety for an immediate return to Sicily, readily accepted the
queen's invitation to form part of the royal escort to Bordeaux.

Eleanora in taking leave of her brother, was comforted with the thought,
that he was occupied with a more healthful and profitable pursuit than
were the abstruse researches into the mysteries of nature, in which she
had found him engaged. She had also the satisfaction of knowing that the
deposed monarch had laid aside all his ambitious projects for empire, and
now busied his thoughts in calculating the immense advantage and glory
that would accrue to mankind from the Castilian literature he had in
preparation. The affectionate farewells were exchanged, and, accompanied
by her two beautiful children, Beatrice and Berengaria, her maidens and
the attendant squires, and a small band of Spanish cavaliers, among whom
rode the Duke of Saxony, she set off to meet her lord in Aquitaine. In the
genial society of the queen and her maidens, whose spirits were
exhilarated by the exercise and incidents of the journey, Frederic seemed
to breathe an atmosphere to which he had been unaccustomed, and which
served to enliven his habitual gravity, and develop the gentler qualities
of his naturally generous character. The maidens amused themselves with
constant allusions to the happy accomplishment of their prediction, and
the wit of the fair Agnes was sorely tested, in meeting and parrying their
playful attacks. The courteous attentions of the duke, were so impartially
distributed among the ladies, that not even jealousy itself could find
cause for complaint; yet it was only the voice of Agnes that had power to
rouse him from his frequent reveries, and when he spoke, his eye
instinctively turned to read in her countenance approbation or dissent.
Disciplined in the school of adversity, he manifested a strength and
severity of character, tempered by a pensive tenderness, which showed that
his mother's wrongs had wrought in his heart a sentiment of sympathy for
the suffering which made him hesitate to involve his country in the
exterminating wars, that he foresaw would follow a renewal of the strife
between the Guelphs and Ghibellines; and though he felt an enthusiastic
admiration for the ardor and zeal of Procida, yet the unscrupulous Jew,
who studied the character of all he met with reference to their
availability in the approaching crisis, too accurately estimated the
probity and truth of the young noble, to attempt to engage him in the dark
plot for the overthrow of d'Anjou. Still he loved the duke, as the
descendant of his great patron, and honored him for those qualities, of
which he felt himself destitute; and thus it was with a feeling of joyful
security, rather than of pride at the princely alliance, that he consented
to bestow his only treasure upon the man, who least of all sympathised in
the one purpose of his life.

The royal party arrived at Bordeaux a few days in advance of the King of
England, and during these hours of leisure, Frederic unfolded to the queen
the mystery of his first appearance in Burgos.

Procida had entrusted him with despatches for the King of Arragon; and to
execute his commission with the more secresy, and at the same time to
enjoy the freedom of the mountain solitudes, he travelled without retinue
or insignia of rank. Thus he was leisurely pursuing his way along the bank
of the stream, communing pleasantly with his own thoughts, when the cries
of Eleanora attracted him, just in time to save Agnes from a watery grave.
Time had so developed her loveliness that at first he failed to recognize
in the fair being before him, the beautiful child he had been accustomed
to admire in her father's castle of Prochyta; but when the first flush of
returning life glowed upon her countenance, his admiration became lost in
a deeper emotion, and from that hour he determined to lay the ducal
coronet of Saxony at the feet of the beautiful daughter of Sicily.

The return of the royal family was an era in the annals of English
prosperity, from the number of valuables imported from Spain. In the
catalogue of the queen's plate, mention is made of a crystal fork, the
parting gift of her brother Alphonso, from which the first idea of these
articles of table luxury was derived: but the lamb, which had so nearly
cost the life of Agnes, proved a benefit to the nation, whose value can
never be estimated; and the shepherd of Cotswold to this day, has reason
to bless the queen, who bestowed the cherished pet in an English fold.

During his southern campaign, King Edward had contracted an alliance
between his eldest daughter Eleanora, and Alphonso, the young Prince of
Arragon. The next sister, Joanna of Acre, who most of all resembled her
mother in beauty and strength of character, was about the same time,
married to the first peer of the realm, Gilbert the red Earl of
Gloucester, and the third daughter wedded to John, the Duke of Brabant. At
these nuptials the queen presented a golden cup of benison to each of the
brides, inscribed with appropriate passages of Holy Writ; and though, in
consequence of Frederic's promise to her father, the betrothment between
himself and Agnes could not then take place, Eleanora bestowed upon her
lovely ward a similar gift, bearing these words, "Thou hast been unto me
as a daughter."


CHAPTER XVI.

LETTER FROM PROCIDA TO DON PEDRO, KING OF ARRAGON.

* * * * * * * "Thou didst tell me in Arragon, that to restore Sicily to
the house of Suabia, was the chimera of a maddened brain; that the strong
arm of the church would be lifted to crush the Ghibellines in their final
struggle; that gold was wanting to bribe the soldier to draw his sword in
behalf of the doomed race, and that the enemies of Charles of Anjou could
not be brought to act together against their common foe. Recall now the
cruel words that drove Procida from thy court, a Mendicant, '_Conquer
these impossibilities, and the fleet of Arragon is ready to substantiate
the claim of the daughter of Manfred to the throne of Sicily_.' Goaded by
the mocking promise, the mendicant wanders in Sicily. Now, companion of
the tax-gatherer, he wrings the last drachmè from the hard hand of toil,
and now with the agents of tyranny, he hides the skins of stags or deer in
the huts of the peasant, and then robs the goatherd as a penalty for the
offence. Thus, he listens and observes. Thus, he tugs at the chain that
festers in their shrinking flesh, to show his countrymen their thraldom.
Anon, a _shepherd_ or a _herdsman_, he traverses the valley, or scales the
rock, joins the youthful throng that stealthily sport beneath the mountain
chesnut, or mingles with the vexed vassals who wait their sovereigns'
will, and whispers in the ear of each repining soul, 'The avenger of
Manfred holds the vigils of Freedom in the cave of the forest of Palermo.'
At sunset, a _traveller_, he seeks the rendezvous: the husbandman is
returning to his cottage, his reaping-hook hanging idly from his arm, the
Frenchman has gathered the grain from his fields. The herdsman drives his
lowing flocks across the lea--the kine and the goat have been robbed of
their young, and their fleecy robes been stripped from the bleating
tenants of the fold. The peasant of Hibla returns mourning the swarm which
the wind bore beyond his reclaim, but still more the honied stores which
during his absence the hand of the spoiler ravished from his unprotected
apiary. There comes no voice from the vineyard--the vintagers have trodden
the wine-press, but the ruby current flows in the goblets that enliven the
banquets of their foreign masters. Oh my people, Sicilians! Listen to him
who whispers in the ear of each, 'Carry thy wrongs to the cave of the
forest of Palermo.' They come--barbarians, Arabs, Jews, Normans and
Germans--those who rejoiced in the tolerant reign of the Suabians, those
who have suffered from the tyrant French--Etna groans with the prescience
of coming vengeance, and with her thousand tongues of flame, summons the
guilty oppressor to abide the 'judgment of God' before the altar.

* * * * * * "A vessel sails from Brundusium, the mariners, hardy
Calabrians, spread their sails and bend to their oars with patient
purpose; but there is _one_ among them who never leaves his post, in calm
or in storm--one thought gives strength and vigor to his iron arm; and
though a scorner of puerile beadsmen, he almost prays the God of the wind
to speed him on his course. Should the Greek Emperor refuse his aid--_he_
will tell him that, which will make him tremble for his throne and force
the gold from the reluctant coffers. The crafty Paleologus hesitates, but
he stands aghast, when Procida acquaints him that Venice hath lent her
ships to D'Anjou, and another Dandolo is already embarked to repeat the
_Fifth Crusade_! The Greek exclaims in despair, 'I know not what to do.'
'Give me money,' replies the _mariner_, 'and I will find you a defender,
who has no money, but who has arms.' Michael Paleologus opens his
treasures and satisfies even a Jew's thirst for gold. Most of all,
Paleologus desires a complete reconciliation with the pope; most of all
Procida desires an interview with the sovereign pontiff.

"More swiftly returns the galley; and the ambassador of the Greek stands
upon the prow, wrapped in courtly vestments; but not the less anxiously
does he watch the winds and waves that return him to Rome. The feeble
Nicholas trembles at thought of the vast undertaking, but Procida has
fathomed the old man's ambition for his house. He reminds him of the reply
of D'Anjou, when the pope proposed a marriage between his neice and
Charles' son, 'Does Nicholas fancy because he wears red stockings that the
blood of Orsini can mingle with the blood of France?' The stinging
remembrance of the taunt determines the pontiff, and the treaty with
Paleologus is delivered into the hands of the ambassador. Behold now, King
of Arragon, '_The impossibilities are conquered_,' and thou art bound by
the very vow of thine unbelief to '_substantiate the claim of the daughter
of Manfred to the throne of Sicily_.'"

Before the letter of Procida reached Don Pedro, Pope Nicholas died, and
Charles had sufficient interest with the college of cardinals to procure
the election of one of his own creatures to the Holy See.

These events darkened the horizon above the Sicilians: but the dauntless
spirit of Procida rose superior to this alarming turn of affairs. Though
aware that Charles had been made acquainted with his designs, he remained
upon the island, stealthily riveting the links of the conspiracy, and
binding the discordant interests of the various ranks in an indissoluble
confederacy, for the overthrow of foreign oppression. The cave of the
forest of Palermo was piled with bundles of faggots, in which were
concealed the weapons that the inhabitants had forged in secresy and in
darkness, for by the prohibition of the French no Sicilian was permitted
to wear arms. The grand conspirator knew well the Sicilian character,
ardent, gay, voluptuous,--he chose his time with his wonted sagacity, when
the beautiful island rejoicing in the fullness of bloom, invites her
children to banquet upon her charms; when the long abstinence of Lent
being over, the senses, reanimated by flesh and wine, start from languor
to revel in the enjoyment of luxury and the exhilaration of passion.
Easter-Monday, March 30th, 1282, dawns upon Sicily with fair promise for
the festal day. The citizens of Palermo look one upon another with furtive
glances of restrained impatience, and prepared for the annual _fête_ with
busy alacrity, while the foreigners, made apprehensive by the gathering
multitudes, come armed to assist in garlanding the very church of God.

At sunset a bride and bridegroom go forth, attended by all the inhabitants
of the city, both men and women, up the beautiful hill Monréale, to
present their vows at the altar of the blessed Virgin:--a traitor whispers
the warning, "The Sicilians have arms beneath their robes." The leader of
the French hurries forward and seizes the weapon of the bridegroom--he
lays his licentious hand upon the bride. Procida draws his sword, and with
a cry of "Death to the French!" buries it in the heart of the brutal
enemy. At the moment the sound of the Vesper bell floats from the temple
of our lady, on the mount of Monréale. It is the appointed signal for
vengeance, and "Death to the French!" echoes from lip to lip, through all
the ranks of the Sicilians. Everywhere the tyrants are cut down--the
houses of the foreigners bear each a fatal mark, and the Destroying Angel
spares not even women and children, and the night spreads her solemn pall
over the bodies of slaughtered thousands.

Intelligence of the accomplishment of Procida's purpose soon reached
Eleanora; but the horrors of the massacre were suppressed, nor did Agnes
ever know the cruel part her father had played in the grand tragedy of the
_Sicilian Vespers_. She learned, indeed, that the Queen of Arragon had
rescued the only son of D'Anjou from his pursuers, and conveyed him away
in safety from the island; but the insurrection had not reached its final
triumph, when she left the court of England as the Duchess of Saxony; and
it was from that time the care of her husband that her gentle spirit
should not be pained by a knowledge of the sanguinary scenes that resulted
in the death of D'Anjou, and in the re-establishment of the house of
Suabia upon the throne of Sicily.

It would have been natural for Edward, in this struggle, to throw the
weight of his influence on the side of his uncle D'Anjou; but the
circumstance of his daughter's betrothment to Alphonso of Arragon, held
him neutral. He, however, negotiated a peace between the pope and
Alphonso, by which D'Anjou's son, Charles the Lame, was released from his
captivity in Arragon, and permitted to assume his authority in Naples.

Eleanora's love for her husband, not less than her delicate appreciation
of excellence, had led her to weigh with wise discrimination the effect of
political events upon his character; and the truth was reluctantly forced
upon her, that ambition, nurtured by the uniform success of his
enterprises, was gradually absorbing the nobler qualities of his nature,
and steeling his heart against the claims of justice and humanity.

King Alexander III. of Scotland, the last direct heir in the male line
from Maude, died 1285, and this circumstance was the precursor of that
period, fatal to Edward's honor, and to the long-established amity between
the two kingdoms.

To avert the consequences which she foresaw would follow Alexander's
demise, she had influenced Edward to propose a matrimonial alliance
between the Prince of Wales and the Maid of Norway, heiress of the
Scottish crown. The states of Scotland readily assented to the proposition
of the English, and even consented that their young sovereign should be
educated at the court of her royal father-in-law. But, while Eleanora was
anticipating the pleasant task of rearing the future Queen of England, she
was overwhelmed with sorrow by the intelligence, that the tender frame of
the priceless child, unable to sustain the rigors of the voyage, had
fallen a victim to death at the Orkneys, on her way to England. Her loss
was the greatest calamity that ever befell the Scottish nation, fully
justifying the touching couplet,

  "The North wind sobs where Margaret sleeps,
  And still in tears of blood her memory Scotland steeps."

The succession of the Scottish crown became at once a matter of dispute,
and all the evils which Eleanora had foreseen began to darken the
political horizon.

The line of Alexander being extinct, the crown devolved on the issue of
David, Earl of Huntington, who figures as Sir Kenneth, in the "Talisman".
The earl had three daughters, from one of whom descended John Baliol, from
another Robert Bruce; and the rival claims of these two competitors having
for some time agitated the kingdom, it was agreed to submit the
arbitration of the affair to Edward, in the same manner as Henry III. had
made Louis IX. umpire of his difficulties upon the continent. But the
noble virtues of the saintly monarch were poorly represented in the
English king. Edward at once claimed the crown for himself as lord
paramount of the country, appointed Baliol as his deputy, and sent six
regents to take possession of Scotland. The brave men of the north
resisted this aggression with a spirit that fully proved their
Scandinavian origin, and Edward hastened to the Scottish border to enforce
his claims.

Queen Eleanora was absent in Ambresbury, to witness the profession of her
daughter Mary, who there, with the Welsh Princess Guendoline, was veiled a
nun under the care of her royal mother-in-law, Eleanora of Provence. But
no sooner was the ceremony concluded, than she complied with her husband's
earnest request, that she should follow him to Scotland.

Regardless of fatigue, she hurried forward, though sensible that an
incipient fever preyed upon her strength. As the dangerous symptoms
increased, she redoubled her speed, hoping at least to reach Alnwick
castle, and die in her husband's arms. But at Grantham, in Lincolnshire,
her strength utterly failed, and in the residence of a private gentleman,
who had belonged to their household in Palestine, she awaited the coming
of the King of Terrors. A courier was immediately despatched to Edward,
with news of her alarming illness. At the gentle call of conjugal love,
all other considerations gave way in the heart of Edward. He turned
southward instantly, and by forced stages, hurried towards Grantham. The
dying Eleanora watched for his coming with an anxiety born of an intense
devotion to the welfare of her husband and his subjects. She longed to
repeat with her last breath the tender counsels that had ever influenced
him to clemency and mercy, and which she had enforced by the strongest of
all arguments, the daily example of a holy life. But the last sad duty to
the cold remains of his beloved consort, was the only consolation left to
the bereaved monarch, when he arrived at Lincolnshire. With a sorrow that
found relief in every outward testimonial of woe, he followed her corpse
in person during thirteen days in progress of the funeral to Westminster.
In every town where the royal bier rested the ecclesiastics assembled, and
in solemn procession conducted it to the high altar of the principal
church, and at each resting-place, Edward set up a crucifix in memory of
"_La chere reine_," as he passionately called his lost Eleanora. Charing
Cross, erected upon the site now occupied by the statue of Charles I., was
the London monument of this saintly queen.

An English writer, in a tribute to her memory, thus enumerates her
virtues, "To our nation she was a loving mother, the column and pillar of
the whole realm; therefore, to her glory, the king her husband caused all
those famous trophies to be erected, wherever her noble corpse did rest;
for he loved her above all earthly creatures. She was a godly, modest and
merciful princess; the English nation in her time was not harassed by
foreigners, nor the country people by the purveyors of the crown. The
sorrow-stricken she consoled, as became her dignity, and she made them
friends that were at discord."

Her sorrowing lord endowed the Abbey of Winchester with rich donations for
the perpetual celebration of dirges and masses for her soul, and waxen
tapers were burned about her tomb, till the light of the Reformation
outshone the lights of superstition; but her imperishable virtues survive
every monumental device, illume the annals of history, and illustrate the
true philosophy of female Heroism.



NOTES.



NOTES.


NOTE A.--PAGE 19.

"_The Lady Matilda._"--Hlafdigé, or lady, means the giver of bread. Few of
the Queens of England can claim a more illustrious descent than this
princess. Her father, Baldwin V., was surnamed the gentle Earl of
Flanders: her mother Adelais, was daughter of Robert, King of France, and
sister to Henry, reigning sovereign of that country, and she was nearly
related to the Emperor of Germany, and most of the royal houses in
Europe.--_Queens of England_, p. 24.


NOTE B.--PAGE 19.

"_Woden and Thor._"--Two of the most powerful deities in northern
mythology. The ancient Saxons honored Woden as the God of War, and the
Germans represented Thor as the God of Thunder.


NOTE C.--PAGE 20.

"_The Royal Children._"--The sons of Matilda and William the Conqueror,
were Robert, afterwards Duke of Normandy, Richard, who died young, William
and Henry, afterwards kings of England, Cicely, Agatha, Adela, Constance,
Adeliza and Gundred. No two writers agree as to the order of their ages,
except that Robert was the eldest and Henry the youngest son, Cicely the
eldest and Gundred the youngest daughter.--Vide _Queens of England_, p.
33-82.


NOTE D.--PAGE 20.

"_The Mora._"--While the fleet destined to invade the Island waited in the
port for a favorable wind, William was agreeably surprised by the arrival
of his duchess at the port, in a splendid vessel of war called the Mora,
which she had caused to be built, unknown to him, and adorned in the most
royal style of magnificence for his acceptance. The effigy of their
youngest son, William, in gilded bronze, most writers say of gold, was
placed at the prow of this vessel, with his face turned towards England,
holding a trumpet to his lips with one hand, and bearing in the other a
bow with the arrow aimed towards England.--_Queens of England_, p. 40.


NOTE E.--PAGE 21.

"_William the Conqueror_" was of low origin on the mother's side. He was
not ashamed of his birth, and drew around him his mother's other sons. At
first he had much difficulty in bringing his barons, who despised him, to
their allegiance. He was a large, bald-headed man, very brave, very
greedy, and very sage, according to the notions of the times, that is very
treacherous.--_Michelet's History of France_, p. 193.


NOTE F.--PAGE 21.

"_Edgar Atheling._"--Edward, the son of Edmund Ironside, being sent to
Hungary to escape the cruelty of Canute, was there married to Agatha,
daughter of the Emperor Henry II. She bore him Edgar Atheling, Margaret,
afterwards Queen of Scotland, and Christina, who afterwards retired to a
convent.--_Hume_, p. 115.


NOTE G.--PAGE 22.

"_The one keeping strict lenten fast._"--By a mixture of vigor and lenity,
he had so soothed the mind of the English, that he thought he might safely
revisit his native country, and enjoy the triumph and congratulation of
his ancient subjects. He left the administration in the hands of his
uterine brother, Odo, Bishop of Bayeux, and of William Fitz Osberne. That
their authority might be exposed to less danger, he carried over with him
all the most considerable nobility of England, who, while they served to
grace his court by their presence and magnificent retinues, were in
reality hostages for the fidelity of the nation. Among these, were Edgar
Atheling, Stigand the primate, the Earls Edwin and Morcar, Waltheof the
son of the brave Earl Siward, with others eminent for the greatness of
their fortunes and families, or for their ecclesiastical and civil
dignities. He was visited at the Abbey of Fescamp, where he resided during
some time, by Rodulph, uncle to the King of France, and by many powerful
princes and nobles, who having contributed to his enterprise, were
desirous of participating in the joy and advantages of its success. His
English courtiers, willing to ingratiate themselves with their new
sovereign, outvied each other in equipages and entertainments; and made a
display of riches which struck the foreigners with astonishment. William
of Poictiers, a Norman historian, who was present, speaks with admiration
of the beauty of their persons, the size and workmanship of their silver
plate, the costliness of their embroideries, an art in which the English
then excelled, and he expresses himself in such terms as tend much to
exalt our idea of the opulence and cultivation of the people. But though
everything bore the face of joy and festivity, and William himself treated
his new courtiers with great appearance of kindness, it was impossible
altogether to prevent the insolence of the Normans; and the English nobles
derived little satisfaction from those entertainments, where they
considered themselves as led in triumph by their ostentatious
conqueror.--_Hume_, vol. 1, p. 184.


NOTE H.--PAGE 22.

The celebrated Bayeaux tapestry, distinguished by the name of the _Duke of
Normandy's toilette_, is a piece of canvass about nineteen inches in
breadth, but upwards of sixty-seven yards in length, on which is
embroidered the history of the conquest of England by William of Normandy,
commencing with the visit of Harold to the Norman court, and ending with
his death at the battle of Hastings, 1066. The leading transactions of
these eventful years, the death of Edward the Confessor, and the
coronation of Harold in the chamber of the royal dead, are represented in
the clearest and most regular order in this piece of needle-work, which
contains many hundred figures of men, horses, birds, beasts, trees,
houses, castles, and churches, all executed their proper colors, with
names and inscriptions over them to elucidate the story. It appears to
have been designed by Turold, a dwarf artist, who illuminated the canvas
with the proper outlines and colors.--_Queens of England_, vol. 1, p. 54.


NOTE I.--PAGE 23.

"_Cicely, the betrothed of Harold._"--William also complained of the
affront that had been offered to his daughter by the faithless Saxon, who,
regardless of his contract to the little Norman princess, just before King
Edward's death, strengthened his interest with the English nobles by
marrying Algitha, sister to the powerful Earls Morcar and Edwin, and widow
to Griffith, Prince of Wales. This circumstance is mentioned with great
bitterness in all William's proclamations and reproachful messages to
Harold, and appears to have been considered by the incensed duke to the
full as great a villany as the assumption of the crown of
England.--_Queens of England_, vol. 1, p. 35.


NOTE J.--PAGE 24.

"_Condemned her former lover._"--Brithric, the son of Algar, a Saxon
Thane, is stated in Domesday, to have held this manor in the reign of
Edward the Confessor; but having given offence to Maud, the daughter of
Baldwin, Count of Flanders, previous to her marriage with William, Duke of
Normandy, by refusing to marry her himself, his property was seized by
that monarch on the conquest, and bestowed seemingly in revenge upon the
queen.--_Ellis's History of Thornbury Castle._


NOTE K.--PAGE 25.

"_The terrible Vikings._"--Sea kings among the Danes or Normans; leaders
of piratical squadrons who passed their lives in roving the seas in search
of spoil and adventures. The younger sons of the Scandinavian kings and
jarls, having no inheritance but the ocean, naturally collected around
their standards the youth of inferior order, who were equally destitute
with themselves. These were the same who, in England and Scotland, under
the name of Danes, and on the continent under the name of Normans, at
first desolated the maritime coasts, and afterwards penetrated into the
interior of countries, and formed permanent settlements in their
conquests.--_See Encyclopedia._


NOTE L.--PAGE 27.

"_The Danes confided much in the Fylga or Guardian Spirit._"--They have
certain Priestesses named Morthwyrtha, or worshippers of the dead.


NOTE M.--PAGE 29.

Edgar Atheling, dreading the insidious caresses of William, escaped into
Scotland, and carried thither his two sisters, Margaret and Christina.
They were well received by Malcolm, who soon after espoused Margaret, the
elder.--_Hume's History of England_, vol. 1.


NOTE N.--PAGE 29.

"_The laying waste of Hampshire._"--There was one pleasure to which
William, as well as all the Normans and ancient Saxons, were extremely
addicted, and that was hunting; but this pleasure he indulged more at the
expense of his unhappy subjects, whose interests he always disregarded,
than to the loss or diminution of his own revenue. Not content with those
large forests which former kings possessed in all parts of England, he
resolved to make a new forest near Winchester, the usual place of his
residence; and for that purpose he laid waste the country in Hampshire for
an extent of thirty miles, expelled the inhabitants from their houses,
seized their property even, demolished churches and convents, and made
the sufferers no compensation for the injury. At the same time he enacted
new laws, by which he prohibited all his subjects from hunting in any of
his forests, and rendered the penalties more severe than ever had been
inflicted for such offences. The killing of a deer or bear, or even a
hare, was punished with the loss of a delinquent's eyes; and that, at a
time, when the killing of a man could be atoned for by paying a moderate
fine.--_History of England_, vol. 1, p. 214.


NOTE O.--PAGE 29.

"_Odious Danegelt, and still more odious Couvrefeu._"--William, to prevent
the people of the land from confederating together in nocturnal
assemblies, for the purpose of discussing their grievances, and
stimulating each other to revolt, compelled them to couvrefeu, or
extinguish the lights and fires in their dwellings at eight o'clock every
evening, at the tolling of a bell, called from that circumstance, the
curfew or couvrefeu.--_Queens of England_, vol. 1, p. 57.


NOTE P.--PAGE 30.

"_Lanfranc will absolve thee from thy oath._"--Lanfranc exchanged his
priory for the Abbey of St. Stephen, at Caen, in Normandy, and when
William, the sovereign of that duchy, acquired the English throne by
conquest, the interest of that prince procured his election, in 1070, to
the Archbishopric of Canterbury, then become vacant by the deposition of
Stigand.--_See Encyclopedia._


NOTE Q.--PAGE 41.

"_Adela stood again in the old Abbey of Fescamp._"--In the year 1075,
William and Matilda, with their family, kept the festival of Easter with
great pomp at Fescamp, and attended in person the profession of their
eldest daughter Cicely, who was there veiled a nun, by the Archbishop
John.--_Queens of England_, vol. 1, p. 63.


NOTE R.--PAGE 36.

"_A maiden's needle wounds less deeply than a warrior's sword._"--It was
on the field of Archembraye, where Robert, unconscious who the doughty
champion was, against whom he tilted, ran his father through the arm with
his lance, and unhorsed him.--_Queens of England_, vol. 1, p. 71.


NOTE S.--PAGE 37.

"_Accolade._"--The more distinguished the rank of the aspirant, the more
distinguished were those who put themselves forward to arm him. The
romances often state that the shield was given to a knight by the King of
Spain, the sword by a King of England, the helmet from a French sovereign.
The word dub is of pure Saxon origin. The French word adouber is similar
to the Latin adoptare, for knights were not made by adapting the
habiliments of chivalry to them, but by receiving them, or being adopted
into the order. Many writers have imagined that the accolade was the last
blow which the soldier might receive with impunity.--_Mill's History of
Chivalry_, p. 28.


NOTE T.--PAGE 48.

"_The Saxon Secretary Ingulphus._"--In the year 1051, William, Duke of
Normandy, then a visitor at the court of Edward the Confessor, made
Ingulphus, then of the age of twenty-one, his secretary. He accompanied
the duke to Normandy--went on a pilgrimage to the Holy Land, and upon his
return was created abbot of the rich monastery of Croyland--_See
Encyclopedia._


NOTE U.--PAGE 47.

"_I craved a portion of the Holy dust._"--Even the dust of Palestine was
adored: it was carefully conveyed to Europe, and the fortunate possessor,
whether by original acquisition or by purchase, was considered to be safe
from the malevolence of demons. As a proof that miracles had not ceased in
his time, St. Augustine relates a story of the cure of a young man who
had some of the dust of the Holy City suspended in a bag over his
bed.--_Mill's Crusades_, p. 14.


NOTE V.--PAGE 47.

"_Pilgrim, and Palmer._"--On his return, he placed the branch of the
sacred palm tree, which he had brought from Jerusalem, over the altar of
his church, in proof of the accomplishment of his vow; religious
thanksgivings were offered up; rustic festivity saluted and honored him,
and he was revered for his piety and successful labors.--_Mill's
Crusades_, p. 14.


NOTE W.--PAGE 48.

"_Joined the Archbishop._"--The clergy of Germany had proclaimed their
intention of visiting Jerusalem; and Ingulphus, a native and historian of
England, was one of a Norman troop which joined them at Mayence. The total
number of pilgrims was seven thousand, and among the leaders are the names
respectable for rank of the Archbishop of Mayence and the Bishops of
Bamberg, Ratisbon, and Utrecht. Their march down Europe, and through the
Greek Empire, was peaceable and unmolested; but when they entered the
territory of the infidels, they fell into the hands of the Arab robbers,
and it was not without great losses of money and lives that the band
reached Jerusalem.--_History of Crusades_, p. 17.


NOTE X.--PAGE 49.

"_The Gog and Magog of sacred writ._"--Magyar is the national and oriental
denomination of the Hungarians; but, among the tribes of Scythia, they are
distinguished by the Greeks under the proper and peculiar name of Turks,
as the descendants of that mighty people who had conquered and reigned
from China to the Volga.--_Gibbon's Rome_, vol. 5, p. 411.


NOTE Y.--PAGE 50.

"_Battle Abbey._"--William laid the foundation of the Abbey of St.
Martin, now called Battle Abbey, where perpetual prayers were directed to
be offered up for the repose of the souls of all who had fallen in that
sanguinary conflict. The high altar of this magnificent monument of the
Norman victory was set upon the very spot where Harold's body was found,
or, according to others, where he first pitched his gonfanon.--_Queens of
England_, vol. 1, p. 50.


NOTE Z.--PAGE 51.

"_Did not that for his own sins._"--It is a maxim of the civil law, that
whosoever cannot pay with his purse must pay with his body; and the
practice of flagellation was adopted by the monks, a cheap, though painful
equivalent. By a fantastic arithmetic, a year of penance was taxed at
three thousand lashes, and such was the skill and patience of a famous
hermit, St. Dominic, of the iron cuirass, that in six days he could
discharge an entire century by a whipping of three hundred thousand
stripes. His example was followed by many penitents of both sexes; and as
a vicarious sacrifice was accepted, a sturdy disciplinarian might expiate
on his own back the sins of his benefactors.--_Gibbon's Rome_, vol. 5, p.
58.


NOTE AA.--PAGE 53.

The story of the noble Magyar is taken from early travels in Palestine.


NOTE BB.--PAGE 60.

"_The assassin band of Mount Lebanon._"--Hassan, with his seven
successors, is known in the East, under the name of the Old Man of the
Mountain, because his residence was in the mountain fastness in Syria.
These Ismaelians, therefore, acquired in the West the name of Assassins,
which thence became in the western languages of Europe a common name for
murderer.--_See Encyclopedia._


NOTE CC.--PAGE 68.

"_Thou shouldst have been King._"--His eldest son, Robert, was absent in
Germany, at the time of his death. William was on his voyage to England;
Henry, who had taken charge of his obsequies, suddenly departed on some
self-interested business, and all the great officers of the court having
dispersed themselves,--some to offer their homage to Robert, and others to
William, the inferior servants of the household plundered the house,
stripped the person of the royal dead, and left his body naked upon the
floor.--_Queens of England_, vol. 1, p. 85.


NOTE DD.--PAGE 69.

"_Our uncle Odo hates Lanfranc._"--The Duke William was brave, open,
sincere, generous; even his predominate fault, his extreme indolence and
facility, were not disagreeable to those haughty barons, who affected
independence, and submitted with reluctance to a vigorous administration
in their sovereign. Odo, Bishop of Bayeux, and Robert, Earl of Montaigne,
maternal brothers of the conqueror, envying the great credit of Lanfranc,
which was increased by his late services, enforced all these motives with
these partisans, and engaged them in a formal conspiracy to dethrone
William Rufus.--_Hume's History of England_, vol. 1, p. 221.


NOTE EE.--PAGE 71.

"_Siege of St. Michael's Mount._"--Prince Henry, disgusted that so little
care had been taken of his interests in this accommodation, retired to St.
Michael's Mount, a strong fortress on the coast of Normandy, and infested
the neighborhood with his incursions. Robert and William, with their joint
forces, besieged him in this place, and had nearly reduced him by the
scarcity of water, when the eldest, hearing of his distress, granted him
permission to supply himself, and also sent him some pipes of wine for his
own table. Being reproved by William for his ill-timed generosity, he
replied, "What, shall I suffer my brother to die of thirst--where shall we
find another when he is gone?"--_Hume's England_, vol. 1.


NOTE FF.--PAGE 73.

"_Crowds followed the steps of the monk._"--The lower order of people
attached themselves to one Peter the Hermit, a monk of the city of Amiens.
He had at first led a solitary life under the habit of a monk; but
afterwards, men saw him traversing the streets, and preaching everywhere.
The people surrounded him in crowds,--overwhelmed him with presents, and
proclaimed his sanctity with such great praises, that I do not remember
like honors having been rendered to any one. In whatever he did or said,
there seemed to be something divine in him, so that they would even pluck
the hairs out of his mule, to keep them as relics; which I relate here,
not as laudable, but for the vulgar, who love all extraordinary things. He
wore only a woollen tunic, and above it a cloak of coarse dark cloth,
which hung to his heels. His arms and feet were naked; he ate little or no
bread; and supported himself on wine and fish.--_Michelet_, p. 209.


NOTE GG.--PAGE 78.

"_Deus Vult._"--Urban was about to continue, when he was interrupted by a
general uproar; the assistants shed tears, struck their breasts, raised
their eyes and hands to heaven, all exclaiming together, "Let us march,
God wills it! God wills it!"--_History of the Popes_, p. 384.


NOTE HH.--PAGE 79.

"_Stitch the red cross._"--All mounted the red cross on their shoulders.
Red stuffs and vestments of every kind were torn in pieces; yet were
insufficient for the purpose. There were those who imprinted the cross
upon themselves with a red-hot iron.--_Michelet_, p. 210.


NOTE II.--PAGE 82.

"_Walter the Penniless._"--Sixty thousand were conducted by the Hermit.
Walter the Penniless led fifteen thousand footmen, followed by a fanatic
named Godeschal, whose sermons had swept away twenty thousand peasants
from the villages of Germany. Their rear was again pressed by a herd of
two hundred thousand, the most stupid and savage refuse of the people, who
mingled with their devotion a brutal license of rapine, prostitution, and
drunkenness. Some counts and gentlemen, at the head of three thousand
horse, attended the motions of the multitude to partake in the spoil; but
their genuine leaders (may we credit such folly) were a goose and a goat,
who were carried in the front, and to whom these worthy Christians
ascribed an infusion of the divine spirit.--_Gibbon's Rome_, vol. 5, p.
553.


NOTE JJ.--PAGE 84.

"_Inquire if that be Jerusalem._"--In some instances the poor rustic shod
his oxen like horses, and placed his whole family in a cart, where it was
amusing to hear the children, on the approach to any large town or castle,
inquiring if the object before them were Jerusalem.--_Mill's Crusades_, p.
31.


NOTE KK.--PAGE 87.

"_Adela's Letter from Stephen._"--Alexius expressed a wish that one of the
sons of Stephen might be educated at the Byzantine court, and said a
thousand other fine things, which Stephen reported to his wife as holy
truths.--_Mill's Crusades_, p. 49.


NOTE LL.--PAGE 105.

"_Of English laws and an English Queen._"--Matilda is the only princess of
Scotland who ever shared the throne of a king of England. It is, however,
from her maternal ancestry that she derives her great interest as
connected with the annals of this country. Her mother, Margaret Atheling,
was the grandaughter of Edmund Ironside, and the daughter of Edward
Atheling, surnamed the Outlaw, by Agatha, daughter of the Emperor Henry
II. of Germany.--_Queens of England_, p. 91.


NOTE MM.--PAGE 110.

"_We fought in the Plains of Ramula._"--The small phalanx was overwhelmed
by the Egyptians! Stephen, Earl of Chartres, was taken prisoner and
murdered by his enemy; he was the hero who ran away in the Crusade. His
wife was Adela, a daughter of King William I. of England, and this
spirited lady vowed she would give her husband no rest till he recovered
his fame in Palestine. He went thither, and died in the manner above
related.--_Mill's Crusades_, p. 95.


NOTE NN.--PAGE 111.

"_The daughter of Earl Waltheoff, Matilda_," was the wife of David,
afterwards King of Scotland, and the mother of the first Earl of
Huntingdon.--_Dr. Lingard._


NOTE OO.--PAGE 113.

"_Lucy lies in the sea._"--Besides the heir of England, Prince William,
there were lost in the White ship, Richard, Earl of Chester, with his
bride, the young Lady Lucy, of Blois, daughter of Henry's sister Adela,
and the flower of the juvenile nobility, who are mentioned by the Saxon
chronicle as a multitude of "incomparable folk."--_Queens of England_, p.
131.


NOTE PP.--PAGE 120.

"_Courts of Love._"--Eleanora was by hereditary right, chief reviewer and
critic of the poets of Provence. At certain festivals held by her after
the custom of her ancestors, called Courts of Love, all new _sirventes_
and _chansons_ were sung or recited before her by the troubadours. She
then, assisted by a conclave of her ladies, sat in judgment and pronounced
sentence on their literary merits.--_Queens of England_, p. 188.


NOTE QQ.--PAGE 121.

"_Romance Walloon._"--The appellation of Walloon was derived from the word
Waalchland, the name by which the Germans to this day designate Italy.
William the Conqueror was so much attached to the Romance Walloon, that he
encouraged its literature among his subjects, and forced it on the English
by means of rigorous enactments, in place of the ancient Saxon, which
closely resembled the Norse of his own ancestors.

Throughout the whole tract of country from Navarre to the dominions of the
Dauphin of Auvergne, and from sea to sea, the Provençal language was
spoken--a language which combined the best points of French and Italian,
and presented peculiar facilities for poetical composition. It was called
the langue _d'oc_, the tongue of "yes" and "no;" because, instead of
"_oui_" and "_non_" of the rest of France, the affirmative and negative
were "_oc_" and "_no_." The ancestors of Eleanora were called _par
excellence_--the Lords of "_oc_" and "_no_."--_Queens of England_, pp.
60-186.


NOTE RR.--PAGE 122.

"_In a Province fair._"--This ballad is from the early English Metrical
Romances.


NOTE SS.--PAGE 127.

"_The Lady Petronilla._"--The sister of the queen, the young Petronilla,
whose beauty equalled that of her sister, and whose levity far surpassed
it, could find no single man in all France to bewitch with the spell of
her fascinations, but chose to seduce Rodolph, Count of Vermandois, from
his wife.--_Queens of England_, p. 189.


NOTE TT.--PAGE 130.

"_Abelard._"--Abelard, Peter, originally Abailard, a monk of the order of
St. Benedict, equally famous for his learning and for his unfortunate love
for Héloise, was born in 1079, near Nantes, in the little village of
Palais, which was the property of his father, Berenger.--_Encyclopedia._


NOTE UU.--PAGE 132.

"_St. Bernard._"--St. Bernard, born at Fontaines, in Burgundy, 1091, was
of noble family, and one of the most influential ecclesiastics of the
middle ages. He was named the _honeyed teacher_, and his writings were
styled _a stream from Paradise_.

He principally promoted the crusade in 1146, and quieted the fermentation
caused at that time by a party of monks, against the Jews in
Germany.--_Encyclopedia._


NOTE VV.--PAGE 135.

"_Valley of Laodicea._"--The freaks of Queen Eleanora and her female
warriors were the cause of all the misfortunes that befel King Louis and
his army, especially in the defeat at Laodicea. The king had sent forward
the queen and her ladies, escorted by his choicest troops, under the guard
of Count Maurienne. He charged them to choose for their camp the arid, but
commanding ground which gave them a view over the defiles of the valley of
Laodicea. Queen Eleanora insisted upon halting in a lovely romantic
valley, full of verdant grass and gushing fountains.--_Queens of England_,
p. 190.


NOTE WW.--PAGE 140.

"_Series of Coquetries._"--Some say that she was smitten with Raymond, of
Antioch; others with a handsome Saracen slave; and it was, moreover,
rumored that she received presents from the Sultan.--_Michelet_, p. 233.


NOTE XX.--PAGE 141.

"_Twenty days._"--The "Queens of France" record that he learned the
Provençal tongue in twenty days.


NOTE YY.--PAGE 143.

"_Knights of the Temple._"--A celebrated order of knights, which, like the
order of St. John and the Teutonic order, had its origin in the crusades.
It was established in 1119, for the protection of the pilgrims on the
roads in Palestine. Subsequently, its object became the defence of the
Christian faith, and of the Holy Sepulchre against the Saracens.

Uniting the privileges of a religious order with great military power, and
always prepared for service by sea and land, it could use its possessions
to more advantage than other corporations, and also make conquests on its
own account; in addition to which it received rich donations and bequests
from the superstition of the age.

The principal part of the possessions of the order were in France: most of
the knights were also French, and the grand-master was usually of that
nation. In 1244, the order possessed nine thousand considerable
bailiwicks, commanderies, priories and preceptories, independent of the
jurisdiction of the countries in which they were situated.

The order was destroyed in France by Philip the Fair, about the beginning
of the fourteenth century.--_Encyclopedia._


NOTE ZZ.--PAGE 144.

"_Hospitallers._"--The Knights of St. John, or Hospitallers of St. John,
afterwards called Knights of Rhodes, and finally Knights of Malta, were a
celebrated order of military religious, established at the commencement of
the crusades to the Holy Land. It was the duty of the monks, who were
called brothers of St. John or hospitallers, to take care of the poor and
sick, and in general, to assist pilgrims. This order obtained important
possessions, and maintained itself against the arms of the Turks and
Saracens by union and courage.

In 1309 the knights established themselves on the island of Rhodes, where
they remained upwards of two hundred years. In 1530, Charles Fifth granted
them the island of Malta, on conditions of perpetual war against the
infidels and pirates. From this period, they were commonly called _Knights
of Malta_.--_Encyclopedia._


NOTE AAA.--PAGE 146.

"_On her way Southward._"--Eleanora stayed some time at Blois, the count
of which province was Thibaut, elder brother to King Stephen, one of the
handsomest and bravest men of his time. Thibaut offered his hand to his
fair guest. He met with a refusal, which by no means turned him from his
purpose, as he resolved to detain the lady prisoner in his fortress till
she complied with his proposal. Eleanora suspected his design, and
departed by night for Tours. Young Geoffrey Plantagenet, the next brother
to the man she intended to marry, had likewise a great inclination to be
sovereign of the south. He placed himself in ambush at a part of the Loire
called the Port of Piles, with the intention of seizing the duchess and
carrying her off and marrying her. But she, pre-warned by her good angel,
turned down a branch of the stream toward her own country.--_Queens of
England_, p. 114.


NOTE BBB.--PAGE 151.

"_Becket._"--Thomas Becket, the most celebrated Roman Catholic prelate in
the English annals, was born in London, 1119. He was the son of Gilbert, a
London merchant. His mother was a Saracen lady, to whose father Gilbert
was prisoner, being taken in the first crusade. The lady fell in love with
the prisoner, and guided by the only English words she
knew--"Gilbert--London"--followed him to London, where he married her.

He was recommended by Archbishop Theobald, to King Henry II., and in 1158
he was appointed high chancellor and preceptor to Prince Henry, and at
this time was a complete courtier, conforming in every respect to the
humor of the king.

He died in the fifty second year of his age, and was canonized two years
after. Of the popularity of the pilgrimages to his tomb, the "Canterbury
Tales" of Chaucer will prove an enduring testimony.--_Encyclopedia._


NOTE CCC.--PAGE 155.

"_Regular Drama._"--Besides the mysteries and miracles played by the
parish clerks and students of divinity, the classic taste of the
accomplished Eleanor patronized representations nearly allied to the
regular drama, since we find that Peter of Blois, in his epistles,
congratulates his brother William, on his tragedy of Flaura and Marcus,
played before the queen.--_Queens of England_, p. 199.


NOTE DDD.--PAGE 165.

"_Adrian IV._"--Adrian IV., an Englishman, originally named _Nicholas_
Breakspear, rose, by his great talents, from the situation of a poor monk,
to the rank of cardinal, and legate in the north. He was elected pope in
1154, and waged an unsuccessful war against William, King of Sicily.

The permission which he gave to Henry II., King of England, to invade
Ireland, on the condition that every family of that island should pay
annually a penny to the papal chair, because all islands belong to the
pope, is worthy of remark. On this grant the subsequent popes founded
their claims on Ireland.--_Encyclopedia._


NOTE EEE.--PAGE 184.

"_The wasted form of Rosamond._"--It is not a very easy task to reduce to
anything like perspicuity the various traditions which float through the
chronicles, regarding Queen Eleanor's unfortunate rival, the celebrated
Rosamond Clifford. No one who studies history ought to despise tradition,
for we shall find that tradition is generally founded on fact, even when
defective or regardless of chronology. It appears that the acquaintance
between Rosamond and Henry commenced in early youth, about the time of his
knighthood by his uncle, the King of Scotland; that it was renewed at the
time of his successful invasion of England, when he promised marriage to
the unsuspecting girl. As Rosamond was retained by him as a prisoner,
though not an unwilling one, it was easy to conceal from her the facts
that he had wedded a queen and brought her to England; but his chief
difficulty was to conceal Rosamond's existence from Eleanor, and yet
indulge himself with frequent visits to the real object of his love.

Brompton says, "That one day, Queen Eleanor saw the king walking in the
pleasance of Woodstock, with the end of a ball of floss silk attached to
his spur, and that, coming near him unperceived, she took up the ball, and
the king walked on, the silk unwound, and thus the queen traced him to a
thicket in the labyrinth or maze of the park, where he disappeared. She
kept the matter secret, often revolving in her own mind in what company he
could meet with balls of silk.

"Soon after, the king left Woodstock for a distant journey; then Queen
Eleanor, bearing this discovery in mind, searched the thicket in the park,
and found a low door cunningly concealed; this door she had forced, and
found it was the entrance to a winding subterranean path, which led out at
a distance to a sylvan lodge, in the most retired part of the adjacent
forest." Here the queen found in a bower a young lady of incomparable
beauty, busily engaged in embroidery. Queen Eleanor then easily guessed
how balls of silk attached themselves to King Henry's spurs.

Whatever was the result of the interview between Eleanor and Rosamond, it
is certain that the queen neither destroyed her rival by sword nor poison,
though in her rage it is possible that she might threaten both.

The body of Rosamond was buried at Godstow, near Oxford, a little nunnery
among the rich meadows of Evenlod. King John thought proper to raise a
tomb to the memory of Rosamond; it was embossed with fair brass, having an
inscription about its edges, in Latin, to this effect,

  "This tomb doth here enclose
  The world's most beauteous rose
  Rose passing sweet erewhile,
  Now nought but odor vile."
                                _Queens of England._


NOTE FFF.--PAGE 185.

"_Imprisonment of Queen Eleanor._"--Queen Eleanor, whose own frailties had
not made her indulgent to those of others, offended by the repeated
infidelities of the king, stirred up her sons, Richard and Geoffrey, to
make demands similar to that of their brother, and persuaded them, when
denied, to fly also to the court of France. Eleanor herself absconded; but
she fell soon after into the hands of her husband, by whom she was kept
confined for the remainder of his reign.--_Pictorial History of England._


NOTE GGG.--PAGE 187.

"_Turning proudly to the rebel lords._"--Hoveden, and some other English
writers, have recorded a story, that the Count of Tripoli and his friends
proffered their allegiance to the queen, upon the reasonable condition
that she should be divorced from Lusignan, and should choose such a person
for the partner of her throne as would be able to defend the kingdom. She
complied, and after she had been crowned, she put the diadem on the head
of Lusignan.--_Mills' Crusades_, p. 137.


NOTE HHH.--PAGE 190.

"_Thy brother William and his beautiful bride._"--The Earl of Salisbury
was the son of King Henry II., by fair Rosamond. His christian name was
William, and his wearing a longer sword than was usual gave him his
surname. His half brother, King Richard I., gave him in marriage Ela,
eldest daughter and coheiress of William de Eureux, Earl of Salisbury and
Rosemer; and also raised him to the title of earl. Ela was granddaughter
of Patric Earl of Salisbury, murdered by Guy de Lusignan.--_Mills'
Crusades_, p. 198.


NOTE III.--PAGE 195.

"_The well Zemzem._"--Zemzem is believed by the followers of Mohammed, to
be the identical spring which gushed forth in the wilderness for the
relief of Hagar and Ishmael; and marvellous efficacy is ascribed to its
waters, in giving health to the sick, imparting strength of memory, and
purifying from the effects of sin.--_Encyclopedia._


NOTE JJJ.--PAGE 200.

"_Pampeluna_"--a city of Spain, and capital of Navarre, situated on the
Arga, in a plain near the Pyrenees, founded by Pompey.--_Encyclopedia._


NOTE KKK.--PAGE 220.

"_Blood oozed._"--When Richard entered the abbey he shuddered, and prayed
some moments before the altar, when the nose and mouth of his father began
to bleed so profusely, that the monk in attendance kept incessantly wiping
the blood from his face.--_Queens of England_--_Eleanora of Aquitaine_, p.
220.


NOTE LLL.--PAGE 227.

"_Driven from the harbor._"--Queen Joanna's galley sheltered in the harbor
of Limoussa, when Isaac, the Lord of Cyprus, sent two boats, and demanded
if the queen would land. She declined the offer, saying, "all she wanted
was to know whether the King of England had passed." They replied: "they
did not know." At that juncture Isaac approached with great power, upon
which the cavaliers who guarded the royal ladies, got the galley in order
to be rowed out of the harbor at the first indication of
hostilities.--_Bernard le Tresorier._


NOTE MMM.--PAGE 242.

"_Battle of Tiberias._"--In the plain near Tiberias the two armies met in
conflict. For a whole day the engagement was in suspense, and at night the
Latins retired to some rocks, whose desolation and want of water had
compelled them to try the fortune of a battle. The heat of a Syrian
summer's night was rendered doubly horrid, because the Saracens set fire
to some woods which surrounded the Christian camp. In the morning, the two
armies were for awhile stationary, in seeming consciousness that the fate
of the Moslem and the Christian worlds was in their hands.

But when the sun arose, the Latins uttered their shout of war, the Turks
answered by the clangor of their trumpets and atabals, and the sanguinary
conflict began. The piece of the true cross was placed on a hillock, and
the broken squadrons continually rallied round it. But the crescent had
more numerous supporters than the cross, and for that reason
triumphed.--_Mills' History of the Crusades_, p. 139.


NOTE NNN.--PAGE 250.

"_Courtesies of life._"--Through the whole of the war Saladin and Richard
emulated each other as much in the reciprocation of courtesy, as in
military exploits. If ever the King of England chanced to be ill, Saladin
sent him presents of Damascene pears, peaches, and other fruits. The same
liberal hand gave the luxury of snow, in the hot season.--_Hoveden_, p.
693.


NOTE OOO.--PAGE 254.

"_Union between his brother._"--Political disturbances in England demanded
the presence of Richard, and he was compelled to yield to his necessities,
and solicit his generous foe to terminate the war. He proposed a
consolidation of the Christian and Mohammedan interests, the establishment
of a government at Jerusalem, partly European and partly Asiatic; and
these schemes of policy were to be carried into effect by the marriage of
Saphadin with the widow of William, King of Sicily. The Mussulman princes
would have acceded to these terms: but the marriage was thought to be so
scandalous to religion, that the imams and the priests raised a storm of
clamor, and Richard and Saladin, powerful as they were, submitted to
popular opinion.--_Mills' Crusades._


NOTE PPP.--PAGE 258.

"_This way sire._"--A friend led him to a hill which commanded a view of
Jerusalem: but, covering his face with a shield, he declared he was not
worthy to behold a city which he could not conquer.--_Mills' History of
the Crusades_, p. 164.


NOTE QQQ.--PAGE 266.

"_Count Raimond._"--The young count so well acquitted himself of his
charge, that he won the affection of the fair widow, Queen Joanna, on the
journey. The attachment of these lovers healed the enmity that had long
subsisted between the houses of Aquitaine and that of the Counts of
Toulouse, on account of the superior claims of Queen Eleanora on that
great fief. When Eleanora found the love that subsisted between her
youngest child and the heir of Toulouse, she conciliated his father by
giving up her rights to her daughter, and Berengaria had the satisfaction
of seeing her two friends united after she arrived at Poitou.--_Berengaria
of Navarre_, p. 16.


NOTE RRR.--PAGE 267.

The song of Richard and Blondell is found in _Burney's History of Music_,
vol. 2, p. 236.


NOTE SSS.--PAGE 271.

"_The black banner._"--Finding his end approaching, Saladin commanded the
black standard, which had so often led the way to victory, to be taken
down, and replaced by the shroud which was to wrap his body in the grave.
This was then borne through the streets, while the cries called all men to
behold what Saladin, the mighty conqueror, carried away with him of all
his vast dominion. Saladin died, a monarch in whose character, though the
good was not unmixed with evil, the great qualities so far preponderated,
that they overbalanced the effects of a barbarous epoch and a barbarous
religion, and left in him a splendid exception to most of the vices of his
age, his country and his creed.--_James' History of Chivalry_, p. 264.


NOTE TTT.--PAGE 273.

"_The Fourth Crusade._"--Saphadin marched against them, and the Germans
did not decline the combat. Victory was on the side of the Christians; but
it was bought by the death of many brave warriors, particularly of the
Duke of Saxony, and of the son of the Duke of Austria. But the Germans
did not profit by this success, for news arrived from Europe, that the
great support of the crusade, Henry VI., was dead. The Archbishop of
Mayence, and all those princes who had an interest in the election of a
German sovereign, deserted the Holy Land.--_Mills' History of the
Crusades_, p. 172.


NOTE UUU.--PAGE 277.

"_Blanche of Castile._"--This queen, so justly celebrated for her talents
in the administration of government, as well as her lofty character and
the excellent education her son received under her direction, was
granddaughter of Eleonor of Guyenne. She was born at Burgos, in Spain, in
1185, and was the daughter of Alphonso IX., King of Castile, and of
Eleonor, daughter of Henry II. of England.--_Queens of England_, p. 164.


NOTE VVV.--PAGE 284.

"_Suabia._"--In 1030, Frederic of Staufen, Lord of Hohenstaufen, displayed
so much courage in battle, that the Emperor, Henry IV., bestowed upon him
the Duchy of Suabia, and his daughter Agnes in marriage. Thus was laid the
foundation of the future greatness of a house, whose elevation and fall
are among the most important epochs in the history of the German empire.
The inextinguishable hatred of the Guelphs, against the house of
Hohenstaufen (Ghibelines) resulted in a contest which involved Germany and
Italy in accumulated sufferings for more than three hundred years.--_See
Encyclopedia._


NOTE WWW.--PAGE 288.

"_Submission of the eastern Empire to the Pope._"--If the French would
place Alexius on the throne, religious schism should be healed; the
eastern church should be brought into subjection to the church of Rome;
and Greece should pour forth her population and her treasures for the
recovery of the Holy Land.--_See Encyclopedia._


NOTE XXX.--PAGE 291.

"_St. Dominic._"--The Dominicans originated in 1215, at Toulouse. The
principal objects of their institution was to preach against heretics.
This passion for heresy-hunting established the order of the Inquisition.
The Dominicans were called Jacobins in France, because their first convent
at Paris, was in the _rue_ St. Jaques. Their order is now flourishing only
in Spain, Portugal, Sicily and America.--_See Encyclopedia._


NOTE YYY.--PAGE 296.

"_Magna Charta._"--The Great Charter of Liberties, extorted from King
John, in 1215. The barons who composed the army of God and the Holy
Church, were the whole nobility of England; their followers comprehended
all the yeomanry and free peasantry with the citizens and burgesses of
London. John had been obliged to yield to this general union, and, June
15th, both encamped on the plain called Runneymede, on the banks of the
Thames, and conferences were opened, which were concluded on the 19th. The
thirty-ninth article contains the writ of _habeas corpus_, and the trial
by jury, the most effectual securities against oppression which the wisdom
of man has ever devised.--_See Encyclopedia._


NOTE ZZZ.--PAGE 307.

"_Filled the office of Regent of Jerusalem._"--In the 13th century we find
woman seated, at least as mother and regent, on many of the western
thrones. Blanche, of Castile, governed in the name of her infant son, as
did the Countess of Champagne for the young Thibaut, and the Countess of
Flanders for her captive husband. Isabella, of Manche, also exercised the
greatest influence over her son, Henry III., King of England. Jane, of
Flanders, did not content herself with the power, but desired manly honors
and ensigns, and claimed at the consecration of St. Louis, the right of
her husband to bear the naked sword, the sword of France. By a singular
coincidence, a woman, in the year 1250, succeeded, for the first time, a
sultan. Before this, a woman's name had never been seen on the coin, or
mentioned in the public prayers. The Caliph of Bagdad protested against
the scandal of this innovation.--_Michelet's History of France._


NOTE AAAA.--PAGE 308.

"_St. Dunstan._"--Dunstan, Abbot of Glastonbury, in the year 948,
possessed complete ascendancy over King Edred and the councils of state.
He lived for some time in a cell so small that he could neither stand nor
sit in it, and was honored with remarkable dreams, visions, and
temptations. He it was who introduced the order of Benedictine monks into
England.--_Parley's History._


NOTE BBBB.--PAGE 309.

"_Convent of L'Espan._"--Queen Berengaria fixed her residence at Mans, in
the Orleannois, where she held a great part of her foreign dower. Here she
founded the noble Abbey of _L'Espan_.--_Queens of England._


NOTE CCCC.--PAGE 314.

"_Sultan of Egypt._"--Saphadin's son, Coradinus, the Prince of Syria and
Palestine, did not proclaim the death of his father till he had secured
himself in the possession of the royal coffers. Discord and rebellion were
universal throughout Egypt when the news arrived of the death of Saphadin,
and his son Carnel, lord of that country, was compelled to fly into Arabia
for protection from his mutinous people.--_Mills' Crusades._


NOTE DDDD.--PAGE 320.

"_Mongols._"--Genghis Khan, the chief of a mongrel horde, in 1260,
conceived the bold plan of conquering the whole earth. After the death of
Genghis Khan, in 1227, his sons pursued his conquests, subjugated all
China, subverted the Caliphate of Bagdad, and made the Seljook Sultans of
Iconium tributary.


NOTE EEEE.--PAGE 323.

"_Wainscoted with gold._"--This description of the Sultan's palace is
taken from William of Tyre's glowing account of the "House of Wisdom,"
found in a note of _Michelet's France_, vol. 1, p. 206.


NOTE FFFF.--PAGE 327.

"_Moslem Rosary._"--A rosary of ninety-nine beads, called Tusbah, or
implement of praise. In dropping the beads through the fingers, they
repeat the attributes of God, as, O Creator, O merciful, &c., &c. This act
of devotion is called Taleel. The name Allah is always joined to the
epithet, as "Ya Allah Kalick, Ya Allah Kerreem," found in note to the
Bahar Danush.


NOTE GGGG.--PAGE 328.

"_Congregation repeated 'Praise be to God.'_"--_See Griffith's description
of Mahomedan funeral._


NOTE HHHH.--PAGE 330.

Kibla, or Cabbala, signifies oral tradition. The term is used by the Jews
and Mahomedans to denote the traditions of their ancestors, or, most
commonly, their mystical philosophy.--_Encyclopedia._


NOTE IIII.--PAGE 333.

"_Tones of the Arabic._"--Frederic II., the grandson of Barbarossa, was
successively the pupil, the enemy, and the victim of the church. At the
age of twenty one years, in obedience to his guardian, Innocent III., he
assumed the cross; the same promise was repeated at his royal and imperial
coronations, and his marriage with the heiress of Jerusalem forever bound
him to defend the kingdom of his son Conrad. For suspending his vow,
Frederic was excommunicated by Gregory IX.; for presuming the next year,
to accomplish his vow, he was again excommunicated by the same pope.

He was well formed, of a fair and fine complexion, and a gentle and kind
expression of the eye and mouth. He was brave, bold, and generous, and
possessed great talents, highly cultivated. He understood all the
languages of his subjects--Greek, Latin, Italian, German, French and
_Arabic_. He was severe and passionate, mild or liberal, as circumstances
required; gay, cheerful, and lively, as his feelings dictated. He was a
noted Freethinker, and regarded men of all religions with equal favor.


NOTE JJJJ.--PAGE 346.

"_Opened Negotiations with the Sultan of Egypt._"--Frederic signed a
treaty with Camel, which more effectually promoted the object of the Holy
Wars than the efforts of any former sovereign. For ten years the
Christians and Mussulmans were to live upon terms of brotherhood.
Jerusalem, Jaffa, Bethlehem, Nazareth, and their appendages, and the Holy
Sepulchre, were restored to the Christians.


NOTE KKKK.--PAGE 348.

"_Simon de Montfort._"--The family of Montforts seems to have been
fiercely ambitious. They trace their origin to "Charlemagne."

Simon de Montfort, the true leader of the war against the Albigeois was a
veteran of the crusades, hardened in the unsparing battles of the Templars
and the Assassins. On his return from the Holy Land he engaged in this
bloody crusade, in the South of France.

His second son seeking in England the fortune which he had missed in
France, fought on the side of the English commons, and threw open to them
the doors of Parliament. After having had both king and kingdom in his
power, he was overcome and slain. His son (grandson of the celebrated
Montfort, who was the chief in the crusade against the Albigeois) avenged
him by murdering in Italy, at the foot of the altar, the nephew of the
king of England, who was returning from the Holy Land. This deed ruined
the Montforts. Ever after they were looked upon with _horror and
detestation_.--_Michelet._


NOTE LLLL.--PAGE 351.

"_Richard of Cornwall_," in the spring of the year 1240, embarked for the
crusade. The Christian name of the Earl of Cornwall alarmed the Saracens.
The very word Richard was dreaded in Syria; so great was the terror which
Coeur de Lion had spread.


NOTE MMMM.--PAGE 351.

"_Greek Fire._"--This was invented in the 7th century. When the Arabs
besieged Constantinople, a Greek architect deserted from the Caliph to the
Greeks, and took with him a composition, which by its wonderful effects,
struck terror into the enemy, and forced them to take flight. Sometimes it
was wrapped in flax attached to arrows and javelins, and so thrown into
the fortifications and other buildings of the enemy to set them on fire.

At other times it was used in throwing stone balls from iron or metallic
tubes against the enemy. The use of this fire continued at least until the
end of the 13th century, but no contemporary writer has handed down to us
any accurate account of its composition.


NOTE NNNN.--PAGE 351.

"_King Louis._"--The superstition of a French king, and the successes of
the savage Korasmians, gave birth to the seventh crusade. One night during
the Christmas festival (A.D. 1245), Louis caused magnificent crosses,
fabricated by goldsmiths, to be sown on the new dresses, which, as usual
upon such occasions, had been bestowed upon the courtiers. The next day
the cavaliers were surprised at the religious ornaments which had been
affixed to their cloaks; but piety and loyalty combined to prevent them
from renouncing the honors which had been thrust upon them.


NOTE OOOO.--PAGE 351.

"_Statutes of Oxford._"--The English barons assembled at Oxford, on the
11th of June, 1258, and obliged the king and his eldest son, then eighteen
years of age, to agree to a treaty by which twenty-four of their own body,
at the head of whom was De Montfort, had authority given them to reform
all abuses.--_History of England._


NOTE PPPP.--PAGE 355.

"_Mamelukes._"--Slaves from the Caucasian countries, who, from menial
offices, were advanced to the dignities of state. They did not, however,
form a separate body; but when Genghis Khan made himself master of the
greatest part of Asia, in the thirteenth century, and carried vast numbers
of the inhabitants into slavery, the Sultan of Egypt bought twelve
thousand of them, and had them instructed in military exercises, and
formed a regular corps of them. They soon exhibited a spirit of
insubordination and rebellion, and in 1254 appointed one of their own
number Sultan of Egypt. Their dominion continued two hundred and
sixty-three years.--_Encyclopedia._


NOTE QQQQ.--PAGE 355.

"_Damascus Steel._"--Damascus was celebrated in the middle ages for the
manufacture of sabres, of such peculiar quality as to be perfectly elastic
and very hard.


NOTE RRRR.--PAGE 358.

"_Eva Strongbow._"--Dermot, King of Leinster, formed a treaty with
Pritchard, surnamed Strongbow, earl of Strigul. This nobleman who was of
the illustrious house of Clare, had impaired his fortune by expensive
pleasures, and being ready for any desperate undertaking, he promised
assistance to Dermot on condition that he should espouse Eva, daughter of
that prince, and be declared heir to all his dominions.--_Hume's History
of England._


NOTE SSSS.--PAGE 362.

"_Queen Gold._"--One great cause of the queen's unpopularity in London
originated from the unprincipled manner in which she exercised her
influence to compel all vessels freighted with corn, wool, or any
peculiarly valuable cargo, to unlade at her hithe, or quay, called
Queen-hithe, because at that port the dues which formed a part of the
revenues of the queens-consort of England, and the tolls, were paid
according to the value of the lading. In order to annoy the citizens of
London, Henry, during the disputes regarding the queen's gold, revived the
old Saxon custom of convening folkmotes which was in reality the founding
the House of Commons.--_Queens of England._


NOTE TTTT.--PAGE 365.

"_Holy crown of Thorns._"--This inestimable relic was borne in triumph
through Paris by Louis himself--barefoot and in his shirt, and a free gift
of ten thousand marks reconciled the emperor, Baldwin de Courtenay, to his
loss. The success of this transaction tempted him to send to the king a
large and authentic portion of the true cross, the baby linen of the Son
of God, the lance, the sponge, and the chain of his Passion.--_Gibbon_,
vol. vi. p. 122.


NOTE UUUU.--PAGE 367.

"_Lay concealed._"--During the captivity of her husband and son, it is
asserted that Eleanor, of Provence, made more than one private visit to
England, but she ostensibly resided in France with her younger children,
under the kind protection of her sister, Queen Marguerite. Robert, of
Gloucester said that she was _espy_ in the land for the purpose of
liberating her brave son.--_Queens of England._


NOTE VVVV.--PAGE 373.

"_Shouts of pursuers._"--Lady Maud Mortimer having sent her instructions
to Prince Edward, he made his escape by riding races with his attendants
till he had tired their horses, when he rode up to a thicket where dame
Maud had ambushed a swift steed. Mounting his gallant courser, Edward
turned to his guard, and bade them "commend him to his sire the king, and
tell him he would soon be at liberty," and then galloped off; while an
armed party appeared on the opposite hill, a mile distant, and displayed
the banner of Mortimer.--_Queens of England._


NOTE WWWW.--PAGE 386.

When the Old Man rode forth, he was preceded by a crier who bore a Danish
axe with a long handle, all covered with silver, and stuck full of
daggers, who proclaimed, "Turn from before him who bears the death of
kings in his hands."--_Joinville_, p. 97.


NOTE XXXX.--PAGE 387.

"_Fedavis._"--Henri, Count of Champagne, visiting the grand-prior of the
Assassins, the latter led him up a lofty tower, at each battlement of
which stood two fedavis (devotees). On a sign from him, two of these
sentinels flung themselves from the top of the tower. "If you wish it," he
said to the count, "all these men shall do the same."--_Michelet._


NOTE YYYY.--PAGE 390.

"_Loving lips._"--"It is storied," says Fuller, "how Eleanor, his lady,
sucked all the poison out of his wounds without doing any harm to herself.
So sovereign a remedy is a woman's tongue, anointed with the virtue of a
loving affection. Pity it is that so pretty a story should not be true
(with all the miracles in love's legends); and sure he shall get himself
no credit, who undertaketh to confute a passage so sounding to the honor
of the sex."


NOTE ZZZZ.--PAGE 406.

"_Earl of Devon._"--The Courtenays derive their ancestry from "Louis the
Fat." Beside the branch that was established upon the throne of
Constantinople, a part of the family settled in England, and twelve Earls
of Devonshire of the name of Courtenay were ranked among the chief barons
of the realm, for a period of more than two hundred years.

By sea and land they fought under the standard of the Edwards and Henrys.
Their names are conspicuous in battles, in tournaments, and in the
original list of the Order of the Garter; three brothers shared the
Spanish victory of the Black Prince. One, the favorite of Henry the
Eighth, in the Camp of the Cloth of Gold broke a lance against the French
monarch. Another lived a prisoner in the Tower, and the secret love of
Queen Mary, whom he slighted perhaps for the princess Elizabeth, and his
exile at Padua, has shed a romantic interest on the annals of the
race.--_Gibbon's Rome._


NOTE AAAAA.--PAGE 407.

"_Merlin._"--Merlin Ambrose, a British writer who flourished about the
latter end of the fifth century. The accounts we have of him are so mixed
up with fiction, that to disentangle his real life from the mass would be
impossible. He was the greatest sage and mathematician of his time, the
counsellor and friend of five English kings, Voltigern, Ambrosius, Uther,
Pendragon, and Arthur. He uttered many prophecies respecting the future
state of England.--_Encyclopedia._


NOTE BBBBB.--PAGE 408.

"_Unjust Aspersion._"--When Leicester brought his newly-wedded wife, the
king's sister, to pay his devoir to Eleanor of Provence, he was received
with a burst of fury by Henry, who called him the seducer of his sister,
and an excommunicated man, and ordered his attendants to turn him out of
the palace. Leicester endeavored to remonstrate, but Henry would not hear
him, and he was expelled, weeping with rage, and vowing vengeance against
the young queen, to whose influence he attributed this reverse.--_Queens
of England._


NOTE CCCCC.--PAGE 416.

"_Daughter of Elin de Montfort._"--The first mischance that befell the
Welsh was the capture of the bride of Llewellyn, coming from France.

The young damsel, though the daughter of Simon de Montfort, Edward's
mortal foe whom he had slain in battle, was at the same time, the child of
his aunt, Eleanor Plantagenet. He received her with the courtesy of a
kinsman, and consigned her to the gentle keeping of his queen, with whom
she resided at Windsor Castle.

The fair bride of Llewellyn died after bringing him a living daughter.
This daughter whose name was Guendolin, was brought to Edward a captive in
her cradle; she was reared and professed a nun in the convent with her
cousin Glades, only daughter of Prince David.--_Queens of England._


NOTE DDDDD.--PAGE 421.

"_I would have taught him._"--Alphonso, tenth King of Castile who
flourished in the 18th century. When contemplating the doctrine of the
epicycles, exclaimed, "Were the universe thus constructed, if the deity
had called me to his councils at the creation of the world, I would have
given him good advice." He did not however mean any impiety or
irreverence, except what was directed against the system of Ptolemy.


NOTE EEEEE.--PAGE 425.

"_Motley courtiers._"--Alphonso was not in good repute with his people,
either as a Spaniard or a Christian. A great clerk, devoted to the evil
sciences of Alchemy and Astrology, he was ever closeted with his Jews, to
make spurious money or spurious laws--adulterating the Gothic laws by a
mixture of the Roman.--_Michelet's France._


NOTE FFFFF.--PAGE 423.

"_Raymond Lullius._"--A story is told of this famous alchemist, that
during his stay in London, he changed for King Edward I., a mass of 50,000
pounds of quicksilver into gold, of which the first _rose nobles_ were
coined.


NOTE GGGGG.--PAGE 433.

"_Everywhere well received._"--The Mendicants strayed everywhere--begged,
lived on little, and were everywhere well received. Subtle, eloquent, and
able men, they discharged a multiplicity of worldly commissions with
discretion. Europe was filled with their activity. Messengers, preachers,
and at times diplomatists, they were then what the post and press now
are.--_Michelet's France._


NOTE HHHHH.--PAGE 435.

"_Slipped a ring._"--Procida offered the ambitious Peter of Arragon, the
crown of Sicily, which that monarch might justly claim by his marriage
with the daughter of Mainfroy, and by the dying voice of Conradin, who
from the scaffold had cast a ring to his heir and avenger.--_Gibbon._


NOTE IIIII.--PAGE 437.

"_Friar Bacon._"--Though an extraordinary man, could not entirely free
himself from the prejudices of his times. He believed in the philosopher's
stone, and in astrology. There are to be found in his writings new and
ingenious views on optics, on the refraction of light on the apparent
magnitudes of objects, on the magnified appearance of the sun and moon
when in the horizon. He also states that thunder and lightning could be
imitated by means of saltpetre, sulphur, and charcoal. Hence he had
already an idea of gunpowder.


NOTE JJJJJ.--PAGE 440.

"_Albertus Magnus._"--During the year 1280, died the celebrated Albert the
Great, of the Order of Preaching Friars, less known as a monk than a
magician. The prodigious diversity of his learning, and the taste which he
had for experiments in alchemy, which he himself called magical
operations, caused a superhuman power to be attributed to him. Besides the
automaton which St. Thomas de Aquinas, his disciple, broke with a club, it
is affirmed that Albert entertained William, Count of Holland, at a
miraculous banquet in the garden of his cloister and that though it was
in the _depth of winter_, the trees appeared as in spring, covered with
flowers and leaves, which vanished as if by enchantment, after the
repast.--_History of the Popes._


NOTE KKKKK.--PAGE 446.

"_I was anxious._"--This passage is quoted from Falcando, an Italian
historian of the twelfth century.


NOTE LLLLL.--PAGE 449.

"_Shepherd of Cotswold._"--To Eleanora, is due the credit of introducing
the Spanish breed of sheep into England.


NOTE MMMMM.--PAGE 452.

"_Red stockings._"--According to Michelet, Procida influenced the pope to
sign the treaty with the Greek Emperor, by repeating the insulting
allusion of Charles to the purple buskins worn by the pontiff.


NOTE NNNNN.--PAGE 453.

"_Easter Monday, 1282._"--The intelligent readers of history will observe
an anachronism in placing the Sicilian vespers after the Welsh war. They
will also discover a mistake in representing Alphonse as the rival of
Conrad, rather than of Rodolph, of Hapsburg, for the crown of the German
empire.


NOTE OOOOO.--PAGE 454.

"_Rescued._"--Constance of Arragon, fortunately arrived in time to prevent
the Sicilians, from putting Charles the Lame to death. She carried him off
from Messina in the night and sent him to Spain. When Charles of Arragon
was informed of the defeat of his troops, and the captivity of his son, he
fell as though struck down by a thunderbolt, and succeeding attacks of
epilepsy carried him to the tomb in a few months. Through the mediation of
Edward, Charles the Lame, surrendered to Alphonse of Arragon, all claims
to the crown of Sicily, and thus gained his liberty. He reigned over
Provence in right of his mother, and was the progenitor of Margaret of
Anjou.





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