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  calling for help. He never in his life had been so good as he was

  then. He cried in an agony, 'Row back at any risk! I cannot bear

  to leave her!'

  They rowed back. As the Prince held out his arms to catch his

  sister, such numbers leaped in, that the boat was overset. And in

  the same instant The White Ship went down.

  Only two men floated. They both clung to the main yard of the

  ship, which had broken from the mast, and now supported them. One

  asked the other who he was? He said, 'I am a nobleman, GODFREY by

  name, the son of GILBERT DE L'AIGLE. And you?' said he. 'I am

  BEROLD, a poor butcher of Rouen,' was the answer. Then, they said

  together, 'Lord be merciful to us both!' and tried to encourage one

  another, as they drifted in the cold benumbing sea on that

  unfortunate November night.

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  By-and-by, another man came swimming towards them, whom they knew,

  when he pushed aside his long wet hair, to be Fitz-Stephen. 'Where

  is the Prince?' said he. 'Gone! Gone!' the two cried together.

  'Neither he, nor his brother, nor his sister, nor the King's niece,

  nor her brother, nor any one of all the brave three hundred, noble

  or commoner, except we three, has risen above the water!' Fitz-

  Stephen, with a ghastly face, cried, 'Woe! woe, to me!' and sunk to

  the bottom.

  The other two clung to the yard for some hours. At length the

  young noble said faintly, 'I am exhausted, and chilled with the

  cold, and can hold no longer. Farewell, good friend! God preserve

  you!' So, he dropped and sunk; and of all the brilliant crowd, the

  poor Butcher of Rouen alone was saved. In the morning, some

  fishermen saw him floating in his sheep-skin coat, and got him into

  their boat - the sole relater of the dismal tale.

  For three days, no one dared to carry the intelligence to the King.

  At length, they sent into his presence a little boy, who, weeping

  bitterly, and kneeling at his feet, told him that The White Ship

  was lost with all on board. The King fell to the ground like a

  dead man, and never, never afterwards, was seen to smile.

  But he plotted again, and promised again, and bribed and bought

  again, in his old deceitful way. Having no son to succeed him,

  after all his pains ('The Prince will never yoke us to the plough,

  now!' said the English people), he took a second wife - ADELAIS or

  ALICE, a duke's daughter, and the Pope's niece. Having no more

  children, however, he proposed to the Barons to swear that they

  would recognise as his successor, his daughter Matilda, whom, as

  she was now a widow, he married to the eldest son of the Count of

  Anjou, GEOFFREY, surnamed PLANTAGENET, from a custom he had of

  wearing a sprig of flowering broom (called Genˆt in French) in his

  cap for a feather. As one false man usually makes many, and as a

  false King, in particular, is pretty certain to make a false Court,

  the Barons took the oath about the succession of Matilda (and her

  children after her), twice over, without in the least intending to

  keep it. The King was now relieved from any remaining fears of

  William Fitz-Robert, by his death in the Monastery of St. Omer, in

  France, at twenty-six years old, of a pike-wound in the hand. And

  as Matilda gave birth to three sons, he thought the succession to

  the throne secure.

  He spent most of the latter part of his life, which was troubled by

  family quarrels, in Normandy, to be near Matilda. When he had

  reigned upward of thirty-five years, and was sixty-seven years old,

  he died of an indigestion and fever, brought on by eating, when he

  was far from well, of a fish called Lamprey, against which he had

  often been cautioned by his physicians. His remains were brought

  over to Reading Abbey to be buried.

  You may perhaps hear the cunning and promise-breaking of King Henry

  the First, called 'policy' by some people, and 'diplomacy' by

  others. Neither of these fine words will in the least mean that it

  was true; and nothing that is not true can possibly be good.

  His greatest merit, that I know of, was his love of learning - I

  should have given him greater credit even for that, if it had been

  strong enough to induce him to spare the eyes of a certain poet he

  once took prisoner, who was a knight besides. But he ordered the

  poet's eyes to be torn from his head, because he had laughed at him

  in his verses; and the poet, in the pain of that torture, dashed

  out his own brains against his prison wall. King Henry the First

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  was avaricious, revengeful, and so false, that I suppose a man

  never lived whose word was less to be relied upon.

  CHAPTER XI - ENGLAND UNDER MATILDA AND STEPHEN

  THE King was no sooner dead than all the plans and schemes he had

  laboured at so long, and lied so much for, crumbled away like a

  hollow heap of sand. STEPHEN, whom he had never mistrusted or

  suspected, started up to claim the throne.

  Stephen was the son of ADELA, the Conqueror's daughter, married to

  the Count of Blois. To Stephen, and to his brother HENRY, the late

  King had been liberal; making Henry Bishop of Winchester, and

  finding a good marriage for Stephen, and much enriching him. This

  did not prevent Stephen from hastily producing a false witness, a

  servant of the late King, to swear that the King had named him for

  his heir upon his death-bed. On this evidence the Archbishop of

  Canterbury crowned him. The new King, so suddenly made, lost not a

  moment in seizing the Royal treasure, and hiring foreign soldiers

  with some of it to protect his throne.

  If the dead King had even done as the false witness said, he would

  have had small right to will away the English people, like so many

  sheep or oxen, without their consent. But he had, in fact,

  bequeathed all his territory to Matilda; who, supported by ROBERT,

  Earl of Gloucester, soon began to dispute the crown. Some of the

  powerful barons and priests took her side; some took Stephen's; all

  fortified their castles; and again the miserable English people

  were involved in war, from which they could never derive advantage

  whosoever was victorious, and in which all parties plundered,

  tortured, starved, and ruined them.

  Five years had passed since the death of Henry the First - and

  during those five years there had been two terrible invasions by

  the people of Scotland under their King, David, who was at last

  defeated with all his army - when Matilda, attended by her brother

  Robert and a large force, appeared in England to maintain her

  claim. A battle was fought between her troops and King Stephen's

  at Lincoln; in which the King himself was taken prisoner, after

  bravely fighting until his battle-axe and sword were broken, and

  was carried into strict confinement at Gloucester. Matilda then

  submitted herself to the Priests, and the Priests crowned her Queen

  of England.

  She did not long enjoy this dignity.
The people of London had a

  great affection for Stephen; many of the Barons considered it

  degrading to be ruled by a woman; and the Queen's temper was so

  haughty that she made innumerable enemies. The people of London

  revolted; and, in alliance with the troops of Stephen, besieged her

  at Winchester, where they took her brother Robert prisoner, whom,

  as her best soldier and chief general, she was glad to exchange for

  Stephen himself, who thus regained his liberty. Then, the long war

  went on afresh. Once, she was pressed so hard in the Castle of

  Oxford, in the winter weather when the snow lay thick upon the

  ground, that her only chance of escape was to dress herself all in

  white, and, accompanied by no more than three faithful Knights,

  dressed in like manner that their figures might not be seen from

  Stephen's camp as they passed over the snow, to steal away on foot,

  cross the frozen Thames, walk a long distance, and at last gallop

  away on horseback. All this she did, but to no great purpose then;

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  for her brother dying while the struggle was yet going on, she at

  last withdrew to Normandy.

  In two or three years after her withdrawal her cause appeared in

  England, afresh, in the person of her son Henry, young Plantagenet,

  who, at only eighteen years of age, was very powerful: not only on

  account of his mother having resigned all Normandy to him, but also

  from his having married ELEANOR, the divorced wife of the French

  King, a bad woman, who had great possessions in France. Louis, the

  French King, not relishing this arrangement, helped EUSTACE, King

  Stephen's son, to invade Normandy: but Henry drove their united

  forces out of that country, and then returned here, to assist his

  partisans, whom the King was then besieging at Wallingford upon the

  Thames. Here, for two days, divided only by the river, the two

  armies lay encamped opposite to one another - on the eve, as it

  seemed to all men, of another desperate fight, when the EARL OF

  ARUNDEL took heart and said 'that it was not reasonable to prolong

  the unspeakable miseries of two kingdoms to minister to the

  ambition of two princes.'

  Many other noblemen repeating and supporting this when it was once

  uttered, Stephen and young Plantagenet went down, each to his own

  bank of the river, and held a conversation across it, in which they

  arranged a truce; very much to the dissatisfaction of Eustace, who

  swaggered away with some followers, and laid violent hands on the

  Abbey of St. Edmund's-Bury, where he presently died mad. The truce

  led to a solemn council at Winchester, in which it was agreed that

  Stephen should retain the crown, on condition of his declaring

  Henry his successor; that WILLIAM, another son of the King's,

  should inherit his father's rightful possessions; and that all the

  Crown lands which Stephen had given away should be recalled, and

  all the Castles he had permitted to be built demolished. Thus

  terminated the bitter war, which had now lasted fifteen years, and

  had again laid England waste. In the next year STEPHEN died, after

  a troubled reign of nineteen years.

  Although King Stephen was, for the time in which he lived, a humane

  and moderate man, with many excellent qualities; and although

  nothing worse is known of him than his usurpation of the Crown,

  which he probably excused to himself by the consideration that King

  Henry the First was a usurper too - which was no excuse at all; the

  people of England suffered more in these dread nineteen years, than

  at any former period even of their suffering history. In the

  division of the nobility between the two rival claimants of the

  Crown, and in the growth of what is called the Feudal System (which

  made the peasants the born vassals and mere slaves of the Barons),

  every Noble had his strong Castle, where he reigned the cruel king

  of all the neighbouring people. Accordingly, he perpetrated

  whatever cruelties he chose. And never were worse cruelties

  committed upon earth than in wretched England in those nineteen

  years.

  The writers who were living then describe them fearfully. They say

  that the castles were filled with devils rather than with men; that

  the peasants, men and women, were put into dungeons for their gold

  and silver, were tortured with fire and smoke, were hung up by the

  thumbs, were hung up by the heels with great weights to their

  heads, were torn with jagged irons, killed with hunger, broken to

  death in narrow chests filled with sharp-pointed stones, murdered

  in countless fiendish ways. In England there was no corn, no meat,

  no cheese, no butter, there were no tilled lands, no harvests.

  Ashes of burnt towns, and dreary wastes, were all that the

  traveller, fearful of the robbers who prowled abroad at all hours,

  would see in a long day's journey; and from sunrise until night, he

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  would not come upon a home.

  The clergy sometimes suffered, and heavily too, from pillage, but

  many of them had castles of their own, and fought in helmet and

  armour like the barons, and drew lots with other fighting men for

  their share of booty. The Pope (or Bishop of Rome), on King

  Stephen's resisting his ambition, laid England under an Interdict

  at one period of this reign; which means that he allowed no service

  to be performed in the churches, no couples to be married, no bells

  to be rung, no dead bodies to be buried. Any man having the power

  to refuse these things, no matter whether he were called a Pope or

  a Poulterer, would, of course, have the power of afflicting numbers

  of innocent people. That nothing might be wanting to the miseries

  of King Stephen's time, the Pope threw in this contribution to the

  public store - not very like the widow's contribution, as I think,

  when Our Saviour sat in Jerusalem over-against the Treasury, 'and

  she threw in two mites, which make a farthing.'

  CHAPTER XII - ENGLAND UNDER HENRY THE SECOND - PART THE FIRST

  HENRY PLANTAGENET, when he was but twenty-one years old, quietly

  succeeded to the throne of England, according to his agreement made

  with the late King at Winchester. Six weeks after Stephen's death,

  he and his Queen, Eleanor, were crowned in that city; into which

  they rode on horseback in great state, side by side, amidst much

  shouting and rejoicing, and clashing of music, and strewing of

  flowers.

  The reign of King Henry the Second began well. The King had great

  possessions, and (what with his own rights, and what with those of

  his wife) was lord of one-third part of France. He was a young man

  of vigour, ability, and resolution, and immediately applied himself

  to remove some of the evils which had arisen in the last unhappy

  reign. He revoked all the grants of land that had been hastily

  made, on either side, during the late struggles; he obliged numbers

  of disorderly soldiers to depart from England; he reclaimed all the


  castles belonging to the Crown; and he forced the wicked nobles to

  pull down their own castles, to the number of eleven hundred, in

  which such dismal cruelties had been inflicted on the people. The

  King's brother, GEOFFREY, rose against him in France, while he was

  so well employed, and rendered it necessary for him to repair to

  that country; where, after he had subdued and made a friendly

  arrangement with his brother (who did not live long), his ambition

  to increase his possessions involved him in a war with the French

  King, Louis, with whom he had been on such friendly terms just

  before, that to the French King's infant daughter, then a baby in

  the cradle, he had promised one of his little sons in marriage, who

  was a child of five years old. However, the war came to nothing at

  last, and the Pope made the two Kings friends again.

  Now, the clergy, in the troubles of the last reign, had gone on

  very ill indeed. There were all kinds of criminals among them -

  murderers, thieves, and vagabonds; and the worst of the matter was,

  that the good priests would not give up the bad priests to justice,

  when they committed crimes, but persisted in sheltering and

  defending them. The King, well knowing that there could be no

  peace or rest in England while such things lasted, resolved to

  reduce the power of the clergy; and, when he had reigned seven

  years, found (as he considered) a good opportunity for doing so, in

  the death of the Archbishop of Canterbury. 'I will have for the

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  new Archbishop,' thought the King, 'a friend in whom I can trust,

  who will help me to humble these rebellious priests, and to have

  them dealt with, when they do wrong, as other men who do wrong are

  dealt with.' So, he resolved to make his favourite, the new

  Archbishop; and this favourite was so extraordinary a man, and his

  story is so curious, that I must tell you all about him.

  Once upon a time, a worthy merchant of London, named GILBERT A

  BECKET, made a pilgrimage to the Holy Land, and was taken prisoner

  by a Saracen lord. This lord, who treated him kindly and not like

  a slave, had one fair daughter, who fell in love with the merchant;

  and who told him that she wanted to become a Christian, and was

  willing to marry him if they could fly to a Christian country. The

 

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