the little duke-第4章
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gold ornaments of the Altar。 Outside these lights knelt a row of priests in dark garments； their heads bowed over their clasped hands； and their chanted psalms sounding sweet； and full of soothing music。 Within that guarded space was a bier； and a form lay on it。
Richard trembled still more with awe； and would have paused； but he was obliged to proceed。 He dipped his hand in the water of the font； crossed his brow； and came slowly on； sprinkled the remaining drops on the lifeless figure； and then stood still。 There was an oppression on his breast as if he could neither breathe nor move。
There lay William of the Long Sword； like a good and true Christian warrior； arrayed in his shining armour； his sword by his side； his shield on his arm； and a cross between his hands； clasped upon his breast。 His ducal mantle of crimson velvet； lined with ermine； was round his shoulders； and； instead of a helmet； his coronet was on his head； but； in contrast with this rich array； over the collar of the hauberk； was folded the edge of a rough hair shirt； which the Duke had worn beneath his robes； unknown to all； until his corpse was disrobed of his blood…stained garments。 His face looked full of calm； solemn peace； as if he had gently fallen asleep； and was only awaiting the great call to awaken。 There was not a single token of violence visible about him； save that one side of his forehead bore a deep purple mark； where he had first been struck by the blow of the oar which had deprived him of sense。
〃See you that； my Lord？〃 said Count Bernard； first breaking the silence； in a low； deep； stern voice。
Richard had heard little for many hours past save counsels against the Flemings； and plans of bitter enmity against them； and the sight of his murdered father； with that look and tone of the old Dane； fired his spirit； and breaking from his trance of silent awe and grief； he exclaimed； 〃I see it； and dearly shall the traitor Fleming abye it！〃 Then； encouraged by the applauding looks of the nobles； he proceeded； feeling like one of the young champions of Fru Astrida's songs。 His cheek was coloured； his eye lighted up； and he lifted his head； so that the hair fell back from his forehead； he laid his hand on the hilt of his father's sword； and spoke on in words； perhaps； suggested by some sage。 〃Yes； Arnulf of Flanders； know that Duke William of Normandy shall not rest unavenged！ On this good sword I vow； that； as soon as my arm shall have strength〃
The rest was left unspoken； for a hand was laid on his arm。 A priest； who had hitherto been kneeling near the head of the corpse； had risen； and stood tall and dark over him； and； looking up； he recognized the pale； grave countenance of Martin； Abbot of Jumieges； his father's chief friend and councillor。
〃Richard of Normandy； what sayest thou？〃 said he； sternly。 〃Yes； hang thy head； and reply not； rather than repeat those words。 Dost thou come here to disturb the peace of the dead with clamours for vengeance？ Dost thou vow strife and anger on that sword which was never drawn； save in the cause of the poor and distressed？ Wouldst thou rob Him； to whose service thy life has been pledged； and devote thyself to that of His foe？ Is this what thou hast learnt from thy blessed father？〃
Richard made no answer； but he covered his face with his hands； to hide the tears which were fast streaming。
〃Lord Abbot； Lord Abbot； this passes！〃 exclaimed Bernard the Dane。 〃Our young Lord is no monk； and we will not see each spark of noble and knightly spirit quenched as soon as it shows itself。〃
〃Count of Harcourt；〃 said Abbot Martin； 〃are these the words of a savage Pagan； or of one who has been washed in yonder blessed font？ Never； while I have power； shalt thou darken the child's soul with thy foul thirst of revenge； insult the presence of thy master with the crime he so abhorred； nor the temple of Him who came to pardon； with thy hatred。 Well do I know； ye Barons of Normandy； that each drop of your blood would willingly be given； could it bring back our departed Duke； or guard his orphan child； but； if ye have loved the father； do his biddinglay aside that accursed spirit of hatred and vengeance； if ye love the child； seek not to injure his soul more deeply than even his bitterest foe； were it Arnulf himself； hath power to hurt him。〃
The Barons were silenced； whatever their thoughts might be； and Abbot Martin turned to Richard； whose tears were still dropping fast through his fingers； as the thought of those last words of his father returned more clearly upon him。 The Abbot laid his hand on his head； and spoke gently to him。 〃These are tears of a softened heart； I trust；〃 said he。 〃I well believe that thou didst scarce know what thou wert saying。〃
〃Forgive me！〃 said Richard； as well as he could speak。
〃See there；〃 said the priest； pointing to the large Cross over the Altar； 〃thou knowest the meaning of that sacred sign？〃
Richard bowed his head in assent and reverence。
〃It speaks of forgiveness；〃 continued the Abbot。 〃And knowest thou who gave that pardon？ The Son forgave His murderers； the Father them who slew His Son。 And shalt thou call for vengeance？〃
〃But oh！〃 said Richard； looking up； 〃must that cruel； murderous traitor glory unpunished in his crime； while there lies〃 and again his voice was cut off by tears。
〃Vengeance shall surely overtake the sinner；〃 said Martin； 〃the vengeance of the Lord； and in His own good time； but it must not be of thy seeking。 Nay； Richard； thou art of all men the most bound to show love and mercy to Arnulf of Flanders。 Yes； when the hand of the Lord hath touched him； and bowed him down in punishment for his crime； it is then； that thou； whom he hath most deeply injured； shouldst stretch out thine hand to aid him； and receive him with pardon and peace。 If thou dost vow aught on the sword of thy blessed father； in the sanctuary of thy Redeemer； let it be a Christian vow。〃
Richard wept too bitterly to speak； and Bernard de Harcourt； taking his hand； led him away from the Church。
CHAPTER III
Duke William of the Long Sword was buried the next morning in high pomp and state； with many a prayer and psalm chanted over his grave。
When this was over； little Richard； who had all the time stood or knelt nearest the corpse； in one dull heavy dream of wonder and sorrow； was led back to the palace； and there his long； heavy； black garments were taken off； and he was dressed in his short scarlet tunic； his hair was carefully arranged； and then he came down again into the hall； where there was a great assembly of Barons； some in armour； some in long furred gowns； who had all been attending his father's burial。 Richard； as he was desired by Sir Eric de Centeville； took off his cap； and bowed low in reply to the reverences with which they all greeted his entrance； and he then slowly crossed the hall； and descended the steps from the door； while they formed into a procession behind him； according to their ranks the Duke of Brittany first； and then all the rest； down to the poorest knight who held his manor immediately from the Duke of Normandy。
Thus； they proceeded； in slow and solemn order； till they came to the church of our Lady。 The clergy were there already； ranged in ranks on each side of the Choir； and the Bishops； in their mitres and rich robes； each with his pastoral staff in his hand； were standing round the Altar。 As the little Duke entered； there arose from all the voices in the Chancel the full； loud； clear chant of Te Deum Laudamus； echoing among the dark vaults of the roof。 To that sound； Richard walked up the Choir； to a large； heavy； crossed…legged； carved chair； raised on two steps； just before the steps of the Altar began； and there he stood； Bernard de Harcourt and Eric de Centeville on each side of him； and all his other vassals in due order； in the Choir。
After the beautiful chant of the hymn was ended； the service for the Holy Communion began。 When the time came for the offering； each noble gave gold or silver； and； lastly； Rainulf of Ferrieres came up to the step of the Altar with a cushion； on which was placed a circlet of gold； the ducal coronet； and another Baron； following him closely； carried a long； heavy sword； with a cross handle。 The Archbishop of Rouen received both coronet and sword； and laid them on the Altar。 Then the service proceeded。 At that time the rite of Confirmation was administered in infancy； and Richard； who had been confirmed by his godfather； the Archbishop of Rouen； immediately after his baptism； knelt in solemn awe to receive the other Holy Sacrament from his hands； as soon as all the clergy had communicated。 ｛8｝
When the administration was over； Richard was led forward to the step of the Altar by Count Bernard； and Sir Eric； and the Archbishop； laying one hand upon both his； as he held them clasped together； demanded of him； in the name of God； and of the people of Normandy； whether he would be their good and true ruler； guard them from their foes； maintain truth； punish iniquity； and protect the Church。
〃I will！〃 answered Richard's young； trembling voice； 〃So help me God！〃 and he knelt； and kissed the book of the Holy Gospels； which the Archbishop offered him。
It was a great and awful oath； and he dreaded to think that he had taken it。 He still knelt； put both hands over his face； and whispered； 〃O God； my Father； help me to keep it。〃
The Archbishop waited till he rose； and then； turning him with his face to the people； said； 〃Richard； by the grace of God； I invest thee with the ducal mantle of Normandy！〃
Two of the Bishops then hung round his shoulders a crimson velvet mantle； furred with ermine； which； made as it was for a grown man； hung heavily on the poor child's shoulders； and lay in heaps on the ground。 The Archbishop then set the golden coronet on his long； flowing hair； where it hung so loosely on the little head； that Sir Eric was obliged to put his hand to it to hold it safe； and； lastly； the long； straight； two…handed sword was brought and placed in his hand； with another solemn bidding to use it ever in maintaining the right。 It should have been girded to his side； but the great sword was so much taller than the little Duke； that； as it stood upright by him； he was obliged to raise his arm to put it round the handle。
He then had to return to his throne； which was not done without some difficulty； encumbered as he was； but Osmond held up the train of his mantle； Sir Eric kept the coronet on his head； and he himself held fast and lovingly the sword； though the Count of Harcourt offered to carry it for him。 He was lifted up to his throne； and then came the paying him homage； Alan； Duke of Brittany； was the first to kneel before him； and with his hand between those of the Duke； he swore to be his man； to obey him； and pay him feudal service for his dukedom of Brittany。 In return； Richard swore to be his good Lord； and to protect him from all his foes。 Then followed Bernard the Dane； and many another； each repeating the same formulary； as their large rugged hands were clasped within those little soft fingers。 Many a kind and loving eye was bent in compassion on the orphan child； many a strong voice faltered with earnestness as it pronoun
