the little duke-第5节
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ever 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 pronounced the vow； and many a brave； stalwart heart heaved with grief for the murdered father； and tears flowed down the war…worn cheeks which had met the fiercest storms of the northern ocean； as they bent before the young fatherless boy； whom they loved for the sake of his conquering grandfather； and his brave and pious father。 Few Normans were there whose hearts did not glow at the touch of those small hands； with a love almost of a parent； for their young Duke。
The ceremony of receiving homage lasted long and Richard； though interested and touched at first； grew very weary； the crown and mantle were so heavy； the faces succeeded each other like figures in an endless dream； and the constant repetition of the same words was very tedious。 He grew sleepy； he longed to jump up； to lean to the right or left； or to speak something besides that regular form。 He gave one great yawn； but it brought him such a frown from the stern face of Bernard； as quite to wake him for a few minutes； and make him sit upright； and
