CHAPTER VIII.
Back went Hugues Maigrot, the monk, to William, and told the reply of
Harold to the Duke, in the presence of Lanfranc. William himself
heard it in gloomy silence, for Fitzosborne as yet had been wholly
unsuccessful in stirring up the Norman barons to an expedition so
hazardous, in a cause so doubtful; and though prepared for the
defiance of Harold, the Duke was not prepared with the means to
enforce his threats and make good his claim.
So great was his abstraction, that he suffered the Lombard to dismiss
the monk without a word spoken by him; and he was first startled from
his reverie by Lanfranc's pale hand on his vast shoulder, and
Lanfranc's low voice in his dreamy ear:
"Up! Hero of Europe: for thy cause is won! Up! and write with thy
bold characters, bold as if graved with the point of the sword, my
credentials to Rome. Let me depart ere the sun sets: and as I go,
look on the sinking orb, and behold the sun of the Saxon that sets
evermore on England!"
Then briefly, that ablest statesman of the age, (and forgive him,
despite our modern lights, we must; for, sincere son of the Church, he
regarded the violated oath of Harold as entailing the legitimate
forfeiture of his realm, and, ignorant of true political freedom,
looked upon Church and Learning as the only civilisers of men,) then,
briefly, Lanfranc detailed to the listening Norman the outline of the
arguments by which he intended to move the Pontifical court to the
Norman side; and enlarged upon the vast accession throughout all
Europe which the solemn sanction of the Church would bring to his
strength. William's reawaking and ready intellect soon seized upon
the importance of the object pressed upon him. He interrupted the
Lombard, drew pen and parchment towards him, and wrote rapidly.
Horses were harnessed, horsemen equipped in haste, and with no
unfitting retinue Lanfranc departed on the mission, the most important
in its consequences that ever passed from potentate to pontiff. [234]
Rebraced to its purpose by Lanfranc's cheering assurances, the
resolute, indomitable soul of William now applied itself, night and
day, to the difficult task of rousing his haughty vavasours. Yet
weeks passed before he could even meet a select council composed of
his own kinsmen and most trusted lords. These, however, privately won
over, promised to serve him "with body and goods." But one and all
they told him, he must gain the consent of the whole principality in a
general council. That council was convened: thither came not only
lords and knights, but merchants and traders,--all the rising middle
class of a thriving state.
The Duke bared his wrongs, his claims, and his schemes. The assembly
would not or did not discuss the matter in his presence, they would
not be awed by its influence; and William retired from the hall.
Various were the opinions, stormy the debate; and so great the
disorder grew, that Fitzosborne, rising in the midst, exclaimed:
"Why this dispute?--why this unduteous discord? Is not William your
lord? Hath he not need of you? Fail him now--and, you know him well
--by G--- he will remember it! Aid him--and you know him well--large
are his rewards to service and love!"
Up rose at once baron and merchant; and when at last their spokesman
was chosen, that spokesman said: "William is our lord; is it not
enough to pay to our lord his dues? No aid do we owe beyond the seas!
Sore harassed and taxed are we already by his wars! Let him fail in
this strange and unparalleled hazard, and our land is undone!"
Loud applause followed this speech; the majority of the council were
against the Duke.
"Then," said Fitzosborne, craftily, "I, who know the means of each man
present, will, with your leave, represent your necessities to your
Count, and make such modest offer of assistance as may please ye, yet
not chafe your liege."
Into the trap of this proposal the opponents fell; and Fitzosborne, at
the head of the body, returned to William. The Lord of Breteuil
approached the dais, on which William sate alone, his great sword in
his hand, and thus spoke:
"My liege, I may well say that never prince has people more leal than
yours, nor that have more proved their faith and love by the burdens
they have borne and the monies they have granted."
An universal murmur of applause followed these words. "Good! good!"
almost shouted the merchants especially. William's brows met, and he
looked very terrible. The Lord of Breteuil gracefully waved his hand,
and resumed:
"Yea, my liege, much have they borne for your glory and need; much
more will they bear."
The faces of the audience fell.
"Their service does not compel them to aid you beyond the seas."
The faces of the audience brightened.
"But now they will aid you, in the land of the Saxon as in that of the
Frank."
"How?" cried a stray voice or two.
"Hush, O gentilz amys. Forward, then, O my liege, and spare them in
nought. He who has hitherto supplied you with two good mounted
soldiers, will now grant you four; and he who--"
"No, no, no!" roared two-thirds of the assembly; "we charged you with
no such answer; we said not that, nor that shall it be!"
Out stepped a baron.
"Within this country, to defend it, we will serve our Count; but to
aid him to conquer another man's country, no!"
Out stepped a knight.
"If once we rendered this double service, beyond seas as at home, it
would be held a right and a custom hereafter; and we should be as
mercenary soldiers, not free-born Normans."
Out stepped a merchant.
"And we and our children would be burdened for ever to feed one man's
ambition, whenever he saw a king to dethrone, or a realm to seize."
And then cried a general chorus:
"'t shall not be--it shall not!"
The assembly broke at once into knots of tens, twenties, thirties,
gesticulating and speaking aloud, like freemen in anger. And ere
William, with all his prompt dissimulation, could do more than smother
his rage, and sit griping his sword hilt, and setting his teeth, the
assembly dispersed.
Such were the free souls of the Normans under the greatest of their
chiefs; and had those souls been less free, England had not been
enslaved in one age, to become free again, God grant, to the end of
time!
