My Normans may but move as true with me THE RED KING CHARLES KINGSLEY WILLIAM RUFUS, the Red (1066–1087), was a man of fierce and cruel temper. Far from working for the happiness of his people, he plundered the rich and oppressed the poor. His greed of gold and his reckless pursuit of evil pleasures made him many enemies. This much-hated king was shot by an arrow, whether by accident or intentionally was never known, while hunting in the New Forest. A brother of William Rufus and a nephew had already been killed in this same forest, and men believed that a curse rested on the place. The King was drinking in Malwood Hall, There came in a monk before them all: He thrust by squire, he thrust by knight, And, "The Word of the Lord, thou cruel Red King, 1 ominous dream. So if thou God's anointed be I rede thee unto thy soul thou see. False knight to Christ, for gain and gold; To beg their bread from south to north. The monk he vanished where he stood; I shrieked and woke, so fast I fell. The Red King down from Malwood came; His heart with wine was all aflame, His eyne were shotten, red as blood, He rated and swore, wherever he rode. They roused a hart, that grimly brace; A fathom behind his hocks shot he: "Shoot thou," quod he, "in the fiendès name, For whether the saints they swerved the shot, The iron fled through the kingès heart. The turf it squelched where the Red King fell, Quod "Shooting of kings is no bairns' play;" The green tufts flew behind like rain; The waters were out, and over the sward: Men clepen1 that water Tyrrel's ford. Quod he, "Those gay waves they call me." On Christchurch bar did lie afloat; And fend1 our princes every one, THE WHITE SHIP DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI HENRY I. (1100-1135), the fourth son of the Conqueror, was left by his father with a good sum in money, but no land; yet he became a great king. He succeeded to the throne of England on the death of William Rufus, and he later wrested the duchy of Normandy from his eldest brother Robert. It was a turbulent time, and the king was constantly at war with one or another of his powerful barons. At last he had reason to hope for peace. He had married his only son William to the daughter of his strongest adversary, Fulc of Anjou, and the barons of England and of Normandy had done homage to his son, recognizing him as heir to the throne. The wreck of the White Ship in the harbor of Honfleur (November 25, 1120) blasted all Henry's hopes, for he could not expect that the unruly barons would accept his daughter Matilda as their sovereign. At his death began a civil war that lasted for twenty years. By none but me can the tale be told, The butcher of Rouen, poor Berold. (Lands are swayed by a King on a throne.) 'Twas a royal train put forth to sea, King Henry held it as life's whole gain 'Twas so in my youth I heard men say, King Henry of England's realm was he, The times had changed when on either coast Of ruthless strokes full many an one And when to the chase his court would crowd, But all the chiefs of the English land And next with his sọn he sailed to France To claim the Norman allegiance. And every baron in Normandy Had taken the oath of fealty. 'Twas sworn and sealed, and the day had come When the King and the Prince might journey home. For Christmas cheer is to home hearts dear, And Christmas now was drawing near. Stout Fitz-Stephen came to the King,- E |