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362 Lives of the Saints. [Nov. 16.
went home, likewise " drained of money," and disgusted by
his defeat.
In the meantime his great opponent and enemy, the
legate Otho, had been getting into danger at Oxford. The
story is amusingly told by Matthew Paris.
" The legate, having come to Oxford, was entertained in
the house of the canons at Osney, when the scholar-clerks,
before breakfast, sent him an honourable present, in the way
of meat and drink, and after breakfast proceeded to his
place of abode to visit him and salute him. On their
approach, however, a transalpine porter, with unbecoming
raillery, raising his voice after the manner of the Romans,
and holding the door ajar, said, ' What do you want ?' To
which the clerks replied, ' We want his lordship the legate,
that we may pay our respects to him.' For they confidently
expected to be received with courtesy for the honour they
had shown him. The door-keeper, however, with taunting
speeches, saucily refused them admittance, and began
haughtily to abuse them. At this, the clerks rushed forward
with impetuosity, and forced their way in, whilst the Roman
attendants, in their endeavours to keep them back, struck
them with fists and sticks. Whilst thus contending, it
happened that a poor Irish chaplain was standing at the
door of the kitchen, earnestly begging, in God's name, that
some food might be given him, as he was a poor and hungry
man. Then the master of the cooks, who was the legate's
brother—put in that office by the legate Otho that no poison
might be given him, as he, the legate, feared—angry at the
importunity of the poor man, dashed in his face the boiling
broth from the caldron, in which fat meat had been boiled.
Seeing this insult to the poor man, one of the clerks, a native
of the Welsh Borders, cried out, ' Shame on us to endure
anything like this !' and drawing his bow, shot an arrow
which pierced the body of the cook (whom the clerks nick-
ft *
| Title | The lives of the saints - 13 |
| Creator | Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine) |
| Publisher | J. Grant |
| Place of Publication | Edinburgh |
| Date | 1914 |
| Language | eng |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Title | 00000424 |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Transcript | _ ft 362 Lives of the Saints. [Nov. 16. went home, likewise " drained of money," and disgusted by his defeat. In the meantime his great opponent and enemy, the legate Otho, had been getting into danger at Oxford. The story is amusingly told by Matthew Paris. " The legate, having come to Oxford, was entertained in the house of the canons at Osney, when the scholar-clerks, before breakfast, sent him an honourable present, in the way of meat and drink, and after breakfast proceeded to his place of abode to visit him and salute him. On their approach, however, a transalpine porter, with unbecoming raillery, raising his voice after the manner of the Romans, and holding the door ajar, said, ' What do you want ?' To which the clerks replied, ' We want his lordship the legate, that we may pay our respects to him.' For they confidently expected to be received with courtesy for the honour they had shown him. The door-keeper, however, with taunting speeches, saucily refused them admittance, and began haughtily to abuse them. At this, the clerks rushed forward with impetuosity, and forced their way in, whilst the Roman attendants, in their endeavours to keep them back, struck them with fists and sticks. Whilst thus contending, it happened that a poor Irish chaplain was standing at the door of the kitchen, earnestly begging, in God's name, that some food might be given him, as he was a poor and hungry man. Then the master of the cooks, who was the legate's brother—put in that office by the legate Otho that no poison might be given him, as he, the legate, feared—angry at the importunity of the poor man, dashed in his face the boiling broth from the caldron, in which fat meat had been boiled. Seeing this insult to the poor man, one of the clerks, a native of the Welsh Borders, cried out, ' Shame on us to endure anything like this !' and drawing his bow, shot an arrow which pierced the body of the cook (whom the clerks nick- ft * |
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