第62章 ENGLAND UNDER EDWARD THE SECOND(1)

KING Edward the Second,the first Prince of Wales,was twenty-three years old when his father died.There was a certain favourite of his,a young man from Gascony,named PIERS GAVESTON,of whom his father had so much disapproved that he had ordered him out of England,and had made his son swear by the side of his sick-bed,never to bring him back.But,the Prince no sooner found himself King,than he broke his oath,as so many other Princes and Kings did (they were far too ready to take oaths),and sent for his dear friend immediately.

Now,this same Gaveston was handsome enough,but was a reckless,insolent,audacious fellow.He was detested by the proud English Lords:not only because he had such power over the King,and made the Court such a dissipated place,but,also,because he could ride better than they at tournaments,and was used,in his impudence,to cut very bad jokes on them;calling one,the old hog;another,the stage-player;another,the Jew;another,the black dog of Ardenne.

This was as poor wit as need be,but it made those Lords very wroth;and the surly Earl of Warwick,who was the black dog,swore that the time should come when Piers Gaveston should feel the black dog's teeth.

It was not come yet,however,nor did it seem to be coming.The King made him Earl of Cornwall,and gave him vast riches;and,when the King went over to France to marry the French Princess,ISABELLA,daughter of PHILIP LE BEL:who was said to be the most beautiful woman in the world:he made Gaveston,Regent of the Kingdom.His splendid marriage-ceremony in the Church of Our Lady at Boulogne,where there were four Kings and three Queens present (quite a pack of Court Cards,for I dare say the Knaves were not wanting),being over,he seemed to care little or nothing for his beautiful wife;but was wild with impatience to meet Gaveston again.

When he landed at home,he paid no attention to anybody else,but ran into the favourite's arms before a great concourse of people,and hugged him,and kissed him,and called him his brother.At the coronation which soon followed,Gaveston was the richest and brightest of all the glittering company there,and had the honour of carrying the crown.This made the proud Lords fiercer than ever;the people,too,despised the favourite,and would never call him Earl of Cornwall,however much he complained to the King and asked him to punish them for not doing so,but persisted in styling him plain Piers Gaveston.

The Barons were so unceremonious with the King in giving him to understand that they would not bear this favourite,that the King was obliged to send him out of the country.The favourite himself was made to take an oath (more oaths!)that he would never come back,and the Barons supposed him to be banished in disgrace,until they heard that he was appointed Governor of Ireland.Even this was not enough for the besotted King,who brought him home again in a year's time,and not only disgusted the Court and the people by his doting folly,but offended his beautiful wife too,who never liked him afterwards.

He had now the old Royal want-of money-and the Barons had the new power of positively refusing to let him raise any.He summoned a Parliament at York;the Barons refused to make one,while the favourite was near him.He summoned another Parliament at Westminster,and sent Gaveston away.Then,the Barons came,completely armed,and appointed a committee of themselves to correct abuses in the state and in the King's household.He got some money on these conditions,and directly set off with Gaveston to the Border-country,where they spent it in idling away the time,and feasting,while Bruce made ready to drive the English out of Scotland.For,though the old King had even made this poor weak son of his swear (as some say)that he would not bury his bones,but would have them boiled clean in a caldron,and carried before the English army until Scotland was entirely subdued,the second Edward was so unlike the first that Bruce gained strength and power every day.

The committee of Nobles,after some months of deliberation,ordained that the King should henceforth call a Parliament together,once every year,and even twice if necessary,instead of summoning it only when he chose.Further,that Gaveston should once more be banished,and,this time,on pain of death if he ever came back.The King's tears were of no avail;he was obliged to send his favourite to Flanders.As soon as he had done so,however,he dissolved the Parliament,with the low cunning of a mere fool,and set off to the North of England,thinking to get an army about him to oppose the Nobles.And once again he brought Gaveston home,and heaped upon him all the riches and titles of which the Barons had deprived him.

The Lords saw,now,that there was nothing for it but to put the favourite to death.They could have done so,legally,according to the terms of his banishment;but they did so,I am sorry to say,in a shabby manner.Led by the Earl of Lancaster,the King's cousin,they first of all attacked the King and Gaveston at Newcastle.

They had time to escape by sea,and the mean King,having his precious Gaveston with him,was quite content to leave his lovely wife behind.When they were comparatively safe,they separated;

The King went to York to collect a force of soldiers;and the favourite shut himself up,in the meantime,in Scarborough Castle overlooking the sea.This was what the Barons wanted.They knew that the Castle could not hold out;they attacked it,and made Gaveston surrender.He delivered himself up to the Earl of Pembroke-that Lord whom he had called the Jew-on the Earl's pledging his faith and knightly word,that no harm should happen to him and no violence be done him.