Cameos from English History, from Rollo to Edward II. Yonge Charlotte Mary

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      “We are Northmen, come hither to conquer France,” replied Rollo. “But who art thou who speakest our tongue so well?”

      “Heard ye never of Hasting?” was the reply.

      Hasting was one of the most celebrated of the Sea-Kings. He had fought with Alfred in England, had cruelly wasted France, and had even sailed into the Mediterranean and made himself dreaded in Italy; but with him it had been as with the old pirate in the poem:

        “Time will rust the sharpest sword,

        Time will consume the strongest cord;

        That which moulders hemp and steel,

        Mortal arm and nerve must feel.

        Of the Danish band, whom ‘Earl Hasting’ led,

        Many wax’d aged, and many were dead;

        Himself found his armor full weighty to bear,

        Wrinkled his brows grew, and hoary his hair;

        He leaned on a staff when his step went abroad,

        And patient his palfrey, when steed he bestrode.

        As he grew feebler, his wildness ceased,

        He made himself peace with prelate and priest;

        He made himself peace, and stooping his head,

        Patiently listen’d the counsel they said.

        “‘Thou hast murder’d, robb’d, and spoil’d,

        Time it is thy poor soul were assoil’d;

        Priests didst thou slay and churches burn,

        Time it is now to repentance to turn;

        Fiends hast thou worshipp’d with fiendish rite,

        Leave now the darkness and wend into light;

        Oh, while life and space are given,

        Turn thee yet, and think of heaven.’

        “That stern old heathen, his head he raised,

        And on the good prelate he steadfastly gazed,

        ‘Give me broad lands on the “Eure and the Seine,”

         My faith I will leave, and I’ll cleave unto thine.’

        Broad lands he gave him on ‘Seine and on Eure,’

        To be held of the king by bridle and spear,

        “For the ‘Frankish’ King was a sire in age,

        Weak in battle, in council sage;

        Peace of that heathen leader he sought,

        Gifts he gave and quiet he bought;

        And the Earl took upon him the peaceful renown,

        Of a vassal and liegeman for ‘Chartres’ good town:

        He abjured the gods of heathen race,

        And he bent his head at the font of grace;

        But such was the grizzly old proselyte’s look,

        That the priest who baptized him grew pale and shook.”

      Such had been the history of Hasting, now Count of Chartres, who without doubt expected that his name and example would have a great effect upon his countrymen; but the answer to his question, “Heard ye never of Hasting?” met with no such answer as he anticipated.

      “Yes,” returned Rollo; “he began well, but ended badly.”

      “Will ye not, then,” continued the old pirate, “submit to my lord the King? Will ye not hold of him lands and honors?”

      “No!” replied the Northmen, disdainfully, “we will own no lord; we will take no gift; but we will have what we ourselves can conquer by force.” Here Hasting took his departure, and returning to the French camp, strongly advised the commander not to hazard a battle; but his counsel was overruled by a young standard-bearer, who, significantly observing, “Wolves make not war on wolves,” so offended the old sea-king, that he quitted the army that night, and never again appeared in France. The wisdom of his advice was the next morning made evident, by the total defeat of the French, and the advance of the Northmen, who in a short space after appeared beneath the walls of Paris.

      Failing in their attempt to take the city, they returned to Rouen, where they fortified themselves, making it the capital of the territory they had conquered.

      Fifteen years passed away, the summers of which were spent in ravaging the dominions of Charles the Simple, and the winters in the city of Rouen, and in the meantime a change had come over their leader. He had been insensibly softened and civilized by his intercourse with the good Archbishop Franco; and finding, perhaps, that it was not quite so easy as he had expected to conquer the whole kingdom of France, he declared himself willing to follow the example which he had once despised, and to become a vassal of the French crown for the duchy of Neustria.

      Charles, greatly rejoiced to find himself thus able to put a stop to the dreadful devastations of the Northmen, readily agreed to the terms proposed by Rollo, appointing the village of St. Clair-sur-Epte, on the borders of Neustria, as the place of meeting for the purpose of receiving his homage and oath of fealty. It was a strange meeting which there took place between the degenerate and almost imbecile descendant of the great Charles, with his array of courtly followers and his splendor and luxury, and the gigantic warrior of the North, the founder of a line of kings, in all the vigor of the uncivilized native of a cold climate, and the unbending pride of a conqueror, surrounded by his tall warriors, over whom his chieftainship had hitherto depended only on their own consent, gained by his acknowledged superiority in wisdom in council and prowess in battle.

      The greatest difficulty to be overcome in this conference, was the repugnance felt by the proud Northman to perform the customary act of homage before any living man, especially one whom he held so cheap as Charles the Simple. He consented, indeed, to swear allegiance, and declare himself the “King’s man,” with his hands clasped between those of Charles; but the remaining part of the ceremony, the kneeling to kiss the foot of his liege lord, he absolutely refused, and was with difficulty persuaded to permit one of his followers to perform it in his name. The proxy, as proud as his master, instead of kneeling, took the King’s foot in his hand, and lifted it to his mouth, while he stood upright, thus overturning both monarch and throne, amid the rude laughter of his companions, while the miserable Charles and his courtiers felt such a dread of these new vassals that they did not dare to resent the insult.

      On his return to Rouen, Rollo was baptized, and, on leaving the cathedral, celebrated his conversion by large grants to the different churches and convents in his new duchy, making a fresh gift on each of the days during which he wore the white robes of the newly baptized. All of his warriors who chose to follow his example, and embrace the Christian faith, received from him grants of land, to be held of him on the same terms as those by which he held the dukedom from the King; and the country, thus peopled by the Northmen, gradually assumed the appellation of Normandy.

      Applying themselves with all the ardor of their temper to their new way of life, the Northmen quickly adopted the manners, language, and habits which were recommended to them as connected with the holy faith which they had just embraced, but without losing their own bold and vigorous spirit. Soon the gallant and accomplished Norman knight could scarcely have been recognized as the savage sea-robber, once too ferocious and turbulent even for his own wild country in the far North, while, at the same time, he bore as little resemblance to the cruel and voluptuous French noble, at once violent and indolent. The new war-cry of Dieu aide was as triumphant as СКАЧАТЬ