The Star of Lancaster - Plaidy Jean (бесплатные онлайн книги читаем полные TXT) 📗

His father had longed for it and died a frustrated man; his grandfather had rightfully inherited it and had worn it nobly —at least until his last days. And he ... Joyfully had he grasped it but it had weighed him down with trouble ever since it had been his.

Soon it would be Harry's turn—Harry with his wild life and his fondness for low companions, profligates like himself. What would become of the country?

And now a messenger to see him. He roused himself. Not ill news he trusted.

*My lord,' said the messenger, 1 come from the King's Bench.'

He then related what had happened.

Henry listening, smiled slowly to himself. Yes, he thought, it is good news.

Then he lifted his eyes and said: 'Oh merciful God, I thank you for a judge who feared not to administer justice and a son who can nobly submit to it.'

He felt better than he had for a long time. It might well be that Harry would reform his ways. He could so easily have slain the judge, have caused havoc in the court. But he had submitted to justice.

It was a sign from heaven. His sins were forgiven. He might, after all his fears, be leaving England a worthy King.

He immediately sent his compliments and thanks to Sir William Gascoigne. He applauded his action. His son should be released. He was pleased that he had realized in time that justice must stand supreme in England.

Bardolph received a short term of imprisonment which fitted his crime and the Prince left the court on the best of terms with the judge; and the matter was said to be over.

But men talked of it and they marvelled at the Prince's

behaviour. They were beginning to realize that in spite of his frivolous and reckless way of life there was within him a streak of seriousness.

The incident in the courts had without doubt had its sobering influence on Harry; and it seemed that his mood communicated itself to his crony John Oldcastle.

One day as they sat together in one of their favourite taverns, Oldcastle said to Harry: 1 have been disturbed for some time and meaning to talk to you.'

Tou, disturbed? What ails you, John? Not some pox, I hope.'

'You never thought of me as a religious man, my Prince.' 'You have never sho^vn me much evidence of your piety.' 'I think a lot, you know; and since my marriage ...' *Ah, the lady Cobham is having her effect on you, I see.' Tike you, my Prince, I was always deeply affected by the ladies.'

'They render you frivolous, amorous, reckless yes ... but this lady makes you think. What strange alchemy has she to bring about this wondrous feat?' 'She is my wife, my lord.'

1 know it well and through her you have discarded the comparatively humble Sir John Oldcastle and become Lord Cobham.'

'Should you blame me? One day you will discard the comparatively humble title of Prince of Wales and become King of England. But enough of banter. What think you of the Lollards, Hal?'

'Lollards? In truth I have thought little of them. My grandfather supported their leader Wycliffe for a while and I think little came of it.'

'Mayhap not through him, but they are a rising power. There is much that is good in them.'

'I like their name. Lollards, what means it, John?' 'Some say it comes from the German word lollen, to sing.' 'They have a habit of singing hymns, I believe.' 'A good habit to sing of what one believes. But I have also heard, now I come to remember, that they have been named from a good English word. Loller—an idler.'

'Well, what is in a name? It is what they stand for which

is important. They are a dangerous group, John. I remember Archbishop Arundel's saying that they were behind the Peasants' Revolt.'

'Some say the peasant had good reason to revolt.'

'You always loved a discourse. God's truth, I believe you take a view with which you know I will not agree just to bait me.'

'Mayhap,' agreed John. 'It makes a good pastime.'

Harry was watching one of the serving women.

'I can think of a better at this moment,' he said.

John sighed and the subject was dropped, but he brought it up again at their next meeting.

'The Lollards believe that no human law not founded on the scriptures ought to be obeyed.'

'There are crimes not mentioned in the scriptures/

'Is it right,' persisted John, 'that popes, cardinals, prelates and the like should live in luxury while the people who struggle day and night to feed themselves and their families should pay them rich dues?'

'John, you talk like a preacher.*

*I feel deeply on this matter.'

'You do indeed, I see. John, you alarm me. You know my father does not think kindly of the Lollards.'

'I think in his heart he may ... as his father did. But when he came to the throne he promised Archbishop Arundel to persecute them and this he did ... for the sake of Arundel's support.'

'What's come over you, John? You should not talk thus of the King.'

'To you, I speak without thought.'

'It is a dangerous habit, old fellow. Do you remember a man named William Sawtre?'

'Would I forget the first martyr to this cause? He was a poor curate and they made an example of him. He said he would not worship the cross but only Christ that suffered on it. He would rather worship a man who was truly contrite than the piece of wood which was all the cross was. The bread used in the sacrament remained bread whatever a priest mumbled over it. He was burned to death as a heretic. The first to be so treated. His death was a dark blot on our history.'

The Prince was looking in astonishment at his friend.

'What has come over you? You've changed, John.'

'Nay, I am the same. As you are, my Prince. We frivol away

the hours but when we are quiet we think of other things.

As it is with you, it is with me. I look ahead, Hal. We shall

not spend our lives roystering in taverns. We have other work

to do.'

1 know what mine is. I thought yours was to serve me.'

*So it is, lord King-to-be. But not in taverns.'

*You've put me in a sober mood, John. I fear the wenches

will be disappointed.'

'Cast off your gloom. I humbly ask pardon for creating it.* *Nay, John, nay. You have put me in the mood for serious

thought. Let us leave this place. I have no stomach for it now.

One thing I would say to you. Have a care. Do not become

embroiled in sects and reforming companies. They could

bring you to disaster.'

*I am not of a nature to fear what may come to me ... even

as you are. Would this close friendship—^with which you

honour me—have existed if we had not been two of a kind?

I shall do what I think right ... as you will always. It is the

nature of us.'

'Then take care, John. I am not sure that I like the serious

thinker half as much as my lewd old roystering rogue.'

The King lay in his bed. His face was distorted by the hideous pustules which stood out all over it; his body was shrunken and there was a stiffness in his hands and feet so that he feared he was losing the use of them.

He dared not show himself. He relied on his closest friends and his sons. Thomas was his favourite and he wished that he had been the eldest, although there were times when he recognized a certain strength in Harry which the others did not possess, and then he would feel that the realm would be safe in his hands. Thomas was milder than Harry although he too had been involved in riotous conflict in East Cheap, which created something of a scandal. John, who was by far the most sober of the family had been involved but that was only because he was accompanying his brother. Even young Humphrey was developing a taste for the night life of London. They were a wild brood, his sons. Odd to think that gentle little Mary had produced them.