This confidence might have put the false King to the blush,but it did not.Pretending to be very friendly,he so surrounded his brother with spies and traps,that Robert,who was quite in his power,had nothing for it but to renounce his pension and escape while he could.Getting home to Normandy,and understanding the King better now,he naturally allied himself with his old friend the Earl of Shrewsbury,who had still thirty castles in that country.This was exactly what Henry wanted.He immediately declared that Robert had broken the treaty,and next year invaded Normandy.
He pretended that he came to deliver the Normans,at their own request,from his brother's misrule.There is reason to fear that his misrule was bad enough;for his beautiful wife had died,leaving him with an infant son,and his court was again so careless,dissipated,and ill-regulated,that it was said he sometimes lay in bed of a day for want of clothes to put on-his attendants having stolen all his dresses.But he headed his army like a brave prince and a gallant soldier,though he had the misfortune to be taken prisoner by King Henry,with four hundred of his Knights.Among them was poor harmless Edgar Atheling,who loved Robert well.Edgar was not important enough to be severe with.The King afterwards gave him a small pension,which he lived upon and died upon,in peace,among the quiet woods and fields of England.
And Robert-poor,kind,generous,wasteful,heedless Robert,with so many faults,and yet with virtues that might have made a better and a happier man-what was the end of him?If the King had had the magnanimity to say with a kind air,'Brother,tell me,before these noblemen,that from this time you will be my faithful follower and friend,and never raise your hand against me or my forces more!'he might have trusted Robert to the death.But the King was not a magnanimous man.He sentenced his brother to be confined for life in one of the Royal Castles.In the beginning of his imprisonment,he was allowed to ride out,guarded;but he one day broke away from his guard and galloped of.He had the evil fortune to ride into a swamp,where his horse stuck fast and he was taken.When the King heard of it he ordered him to be blinded,which was done by putting a red-hot metal basin on his eyes.
And so,in darkness and in prison,many years,he thought of all his past life,of the time he had wasted,of the treasure he had squandered,of the opportunities he had lost,of the youth he had thrown away,of the talents he had neglected.Sometimes,on fine autumn mornings,he would sit and think of the old hunting parties in the free Forest,where he had been the foremost and the gayest.
Sometimes,in the still nights,he would wake,and mourn for the many nights that had stolen past him at the gaming-table;
sometimes,would seem to hear,upon the melancholy wind,the old songs of the minstrels;sometimes,would dream,in his blindness,of the light and glitter of the Norman Court.Many and many a time,he groped back,in his fancy,to Jerusalem,where he had fought so well;or,at the head of his brave companions,bowed his feathered helmet to the shouts of welcome greeting him in Italy,and seemed again to walk among the sunny vineyards,or on the shore of the blue sea,with his lovely wife.And then,thinking of her grave,and of his fatherless boy,he would stretch out his solitary arms and weep.
At length,one day,there lay in prison,dead,with cruel and disfiguring scars upon his eyelids,bandaged from his jailer's sight,but on which the eternal Heavens looked down,a worn old man of eighty.He had once been Robert of Normandy.Pity him!
At the time when Robert of Normandy was taken prisoner by his brother,Robert's little son was only five years old.This child was taken,too,and carried before the King,sobbing and crying;
for,young as he was,he knew he had good reason to be afraid of his Royal uncle.The King was not much accustomed to pity those who were in his power,but his cold heart seemed for the moment to soften towards the boy.He was observed to make a great effort,as if to prevent himself from being cruel,and ordered the child to be taken away;whereupon a certain Baron,who had married a daughter of Duke Robert's (by name,Helie of Saint Saen),took charge of him,tenderly.The King's gentleness did not last long.Before two years were over,he sent messengers to this lord's Castle to seize the child and bring him away.The Baron was not there at the time,but his servants were faithful,and carried the boy off in his sleep and hid him.When the Baron came home,and was told what the King had done,he took the child abroad,and,leading him by the hand,went from King to King and from Court to Court,relating how the child had a claim to the throne of England,and how his uncle the King,knowing that he had that claim,would have murdered him,perhaps,but for his escape.
The youth and innocence of the pretty little WILLIAM FITZ-ROBERT(for that was his name)made him many friends at that time.When he became a young man,the King of France,uniting with the French Counts of Anjou and Flanders,supported his cause against the King of England,and took many of the King's towns and castles in Normandy.But,King Henry,artful and cunning always,bribed some of William's friends with money,some with promises,some with power.He bought off the Count of Anjou,by promising to marry his eldest son,also named WILLIAM,to the Count's daughter;and indeed the whole trust of this King's life was in such bargains,and he believed (as many another King has done since,and as one King did in France a very little time ago)that every man's truth and honour can be bought at some price.For all this,he was so afraid of William Fitz-Robert and his friends,that,for a long time,he believed his life to be in danger;and never lay down to sleep,even in his palace surrounded by his guards,without having a sword and buckler at his bedside.
