第70章 ENGLAND UNDER EDWARD THE THIRD(5)

At this time there stood in the Strand,in London,a palace called the Savoy,which was given up to the captive King of France and his son for their residence.As the King of Scotland had now been King Edward's captive for eleven years too,his success was,at this time,tolerably complete.The Scottish business was settled by the prisoner being released under the title of Sir David,King of Scotland,and by his engaging to pay a large ransom.The state of France encouraged England to propose harder terms to that country,where the people rose against the unspeakable cruelty and barbarity of its nobles;where the nobles rose in turn against the people;

where the most frightful outrages were committed on all sides;and where the insurrection of the peasants,called the insurrection of the Jacquerie,from Jacques,a common Christian name among the country people of France,awakened terrors and hatreds that have scarcely yet passed away.A treaty called the Great Peace,was at last signed,under which King Edward agreed to give up the greater part of his conquests,and King John to pay,within six years,a ransom of three million crowns of gold.He was so beset by his own nobles and courtiers for having yielded to these conditions-though they could help him to no better-that he came back of his own will to his old palace-prison of the Savoy,and there died.

There was a Sovereign of Castile at that time,called PEDRO THE CRUEL,who deserved the name remarkably well:having committed,among other cruelties,a variety of murders.This amiable monarch being driven from his throne for his crimes,went to the province of Bordeaux,where the Black Prince-now married to his cousin JOAN,a pretty widow-was residing,and besought his help.The Prince,who took to him much more kindly than a prince of such fame ought to have taken to such a ruffian,readily listened to his fair promises,and agreeing to help him,sent secret orders to some troublesome disbanded soldiers of his and his father's,who called themselves the Free Companions,and who had been a pest to the French people,for some time,to aid this Pedro.The Prince,himself,going into Spain to head the army of relief,soon set Pedro on his throne again-where he no sooner found himself,than,of course,he behaved like the villain he was,broke his word without the least shame,and abandoned all the promises he had made to the Black Prince.

Now,it had cost the Prince a good deal of money to pay soldiers to support this murderous King;and finding himself,when he came back disgusted to Bordeaux,not only in bad health,but deeply in debt,he began to tax his French subjects to pay his creditors.They appealed to the French King,CHARLES;war again broke out;and the French town of Limoges,which the Prince had greatly benefited,went over to the French King.Upon this he ravaged the province of which it was the capital;burnt,and plundered,and killed in the old sickening way;and refused mercy to the prisoners,men,women,and children taken in the offending town,though he was so ill and so much in need of pity himself from Heaven,that he was carried in a litter.He lived to come home and make himself popular with the people and Parliament,and he died on Trinity Sunday,the eighth of June,one thousand three hundred and seventy-six,at forty-six years old.

The whole nation mourned for him as one of the most renowned and beloved princes it had ever had;and he was buried with great lamentations in Canterbury Cathedral.Near to the tomb of Edward the Confessor,his monument,with his figure,carved in stone,and represented in the old black armour,lying on its back,may be seen at this day,with an ancient coat of mail,a helmet,and a pair of gauntlets hanging from a beam above it,which most people like to believe were once worn by the Black Prince.

King Edward did not outlive his renowned son,long.He was old,and one Alice Perrers,a beautiful lady,had contrived to make him so fond of her in his old age,that he could refuse her nothing,and made himself ridiculous.She little deserved his love,or-what I dare say she valued a great deal more-the jewels of the late Queen,which he gave her among other rich presents.She took the very ring from his finger on the morning of the day when he died,and left him to be pillaged by his faithless servants.Only one good priest was true to him,and attended him to the last.

Besides being famous for the great victories I have related,the reign of King Edward the Third was rendered memorable in better ways,by the growth of architecture and the erection of Windsor Castle.In better ways still,by the rising up of WICKLIFFE,originally a poor parish priest:who devoted himself to exposing,with wonderful power and success,the ambition and corruption of the Pope,and of the whole church of which he was the head.

Some of those Flemings were induced to come to England in this reign too,and to settle in Norfolk,where they made better woollen cloths than the English had ever had before.The Order of the Garter (a very fine thing in its way,but hardly so important as good clothes for the nation)also dates from this period.The King is said to have picked 'up a lady's garter at a ball,and to have said,HONI SOIT QUI MAL Y PENSE-in English,'Evil be to him who evil thinks of it.'The courtiers were usually glad to imitate what the King said or did,and hence from a slight incident the Order of the Garter was instituted,and became a great dignity.So the story goes.