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At Whitsuntide, in Westminster, Matilda was crowned queen by Archbishop Aldred. Later in the summer Henry, the future King Henry I, was born, and the new royal family had completely identified itself with the new kingdom. But a great task still lay before the king, the greatest perhaps that he had yet undertaken. The north was his only in name.
A later bishop, Edfrid, executed a wonderful copy of the Gospels, which was illuminated by his successor, Ethelwald. Another bishop enclosed it in a cover of gold and silver, adorning it with jewels; and, later, a priest of Lindisfarne, Aldred, wrote between the lines a translation into the vernacular, and added marginal notes.
There they landed and marched upon York, joined on the way by the men of the country of all ranks. And the mere news of their approach, the prospect of new horrors to be lived through with no chance of mitigating them, proved too much for the old archbishop, Aldred, and he died a few days before the storm broke.
Matthew, and a longer one at the end of the volume. These notes have thus been translated by Mr. Waring: * * Prolegomena, Lindisfarne, and Rushworth Gospels, part iv. "Thou, O living God, bear in mind Eadfrith and Aethelwald, and Billfrith and Aldred, the sinner. And
They would storm the new Norman Keep. They would proclaim Edgar king at York. In that Keep sat two men, one of whom knew his own mind, the other did not. One was William Malet, knight, one of the heroes of Hastings, a noble Norman, and chatelain of York Castle. The other was Archbishop Aldred.
But the Archbishop's heart misgave him, as from north and south at once came up the dark masses of two mighty armies, broke up into columns, and surged against every gate of the city at the same time. They had no battering-train to breach the ancient walls; but they had and none knew it better than Aldred hundreds of friends inside, who would throw open to them the gates.
"Shoot fire upon the houses!" said Malet. "You will not burn York? O God! is it come to this?" "And why not York town, or York minster, or Rome itself, with the Pope inside it, rather than yield to barbarians?" Archbishop Aldred went into his room, and lay down on his bed. Outside was the roar of the battle; and soon, louder and louder, the roar of flame.
Then Erpwald slipped the golden ring from his arm and held it up. There may have been some thought in his mind that my father was hesitating yet. "By the holy ring I adjure you, Aldred, for the last time, to return to the Asir," he said loudly. My father shook his head only, but Stuf the house-carle, who had stood beside him at the font this morning, had another answer which was strange enough.
He was here joined by his wife Matilda, who had not before visited England, and whom he now ordered to be crowned by Archbishop Aldred. Soon after she brought him an accession to his family by the birth of a fourth son, whom he named Henry.
"I have given them up to the wolves, given my own minster, and all the treasures of the saints; and and I am very cold." When the chaplain came back with the blessed sacrament, Archbishop Aldred was more than cold; for he was already dead and stiff. But William Malet would not yield. He and his Normans fought, day after day, with the energy of despair.
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