There was a near way between his Palace and the Cathedral,by some beautiful old cloisters which you may yet see.He went into the Cathedral,without any hurry,and having the Cross carried before him as usual.When he was safely there,his servants would have fastened the door,but he said NO!it was the house of God and not a fortress.
As he spoke,the shadow of Reginald Fitzurse appeared in the Cathedral doorway,darkening the little light there was outside,on the dark winter evening.This knight said,in a strong voice,'Follow me,loyal servants of the King!'The rattle of the armour of the other knights echoed through the Cathedral,as they came clashing in.
It was so dark,in the lofty aisles and among the stately pillars of the church,and there were so many hiding-places in the crypt below and in the narrow passages above,that Thomas a Becket might even at that pass have saved himself if he would.But he would not.He told the monks resolutely that he would not.And though they all dispersed and left him there with no other follower than EDWARD GRYME,his faithful cross-bearer,he was as firm then,as ever he had been in his life.
The knights came on,through the darkness,making a terrible noise with their armed tread upon the stone pavement of the church.
'Where is the traitor?'they cried out.He made no answer.But when they cried,'Where is the Archbishop?'he said proudly,'I am here!'and came out of the shade and stood before them.
The knights had no desire to kill him,if they could rid the King and themselves of him by any other means.They told him he must either fly or go with them.He said he would do neither;and he threw William Tracy off with such force when he took hold of his sleeve,that Tracy reeled again.By his reproaches and his steadiness,he so incensed them,and exasperated their fierce humour,that Reginald Fitzurse,whom he called by an ill name,said,'Then die!'and struck at his head.But the faithful Edward Gryme put out his arm,and there received the main force of the blow,so that it only made his master bleed.Another voice from among the knights again called to Thomas a Becket to fly;but,with his blood running down his face,and his hands clasped,and his head bent,he commanded himself to God,and stood firm.Then they cruelly killed him close to the altar of St.Bennet;and his body fell upon the pavement,which was dirtied with his blood and brains.
It is an awful thing to think of the murdered mortal,who had so showered his curses about,lying,all disfigured,in the church,where a few lamps here and there were but red specks on a pall of darkness;and to think of the guilty knights riding away on horseback,looking over their shoulders at the dim Cathedral,and remembering what they had left inside.
PART THE SECOND
WHEN the King heard how Thomas a Becket had lost his life in Canterbury Cathedral,through the ferocity of the four Knights,he was filled with dismay.Some have supposed that when the King spoke those hasty words,'Have I no one here who will deliver me from this man?'he wished,and meant a Becket to be slain.But few things are more unlikely;for,besides that the King was not naturally cruel (though very passionate),he was wise,and must have known full well what any stupid man in his dominions must have known,namely,that such a murder would rouse the Pope and the whole Church against him.
He sent respectful messengers to the Pope,to represent his innocence (except in having uttered the hasty words);and he swore solemnly and publicly to his innocence,and contrived in time to make his peace.As to the four guilty Knights,who fled into Yorkshire,and never again dared to show themselves at Court,the Pope excommunicated them;and they lived miserably for some time,shunned by all their countrymen.At last,they went humbly to Jerusalem as a penance,and there died and were buried.
It happened,fortunately for the pacifying of the Pope,that an opportunity arose very soon after the murder of a Becket,for the King to declare his power in Ireland-which was an acceptable undertaking to the Pope,as the Irish,who had been converted to Christianity by one Patricius (otherwise Saint Patrick)long ago,before any Pope existed,considered that the Pope had nothing at all to do with them,or they with the Pope,and accordingly refused to pay him Peter's Pence,or that tax of a penny a house which I have elsewhere mentioned.The King's opportunity arose in this way.
The Irish were,at that time,as barbarous a people as you can well imagine.They were continually quarrelling and fighting,cutting one another's throats,slicing one another's noses,burning one another's houses,carrying away one another's wives,and committing all sorts of violence.The country was divided into five kingdoms-DESMOND,THOMOND,CONNAUGHT,ULSTER,and LEINSTER-each governed by a separate King,of whom one claimed to be the chief of the rest.Now,one of these Kings,named DERMOND MAC MURROUGH (a wild kind of name,spelt in more than one wild kind of way),had carried off the wife of a friend of his,and concealed her on an island in a bog.The friend resenting this (though it was quite the custom of the country),complained to the chief King,and,with the chief King's help,drove Dermond Mac Murrough out of his dominions.
Dermond came over to England for revenge;and offered to hold his realm as a vassal of King Henry,if King Henry would help him to regain it.The King consented to these terms;but only assisted him,then,with what were called Letters Patent,authorising any English subjects who were so disposed,to enter into his service,and aid his cause.