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He attacked Llandaff, famous of the castles of South destroying a large portion of the Wales. In Turberville the dis- cathedral and burning the house contented Welsh found a leader, of the archdeacon and the bishop's and with his aid they attacked castle. Upon the rising ground Cardiff Castle. But the power south of the cathedral, where a of the Norman was too firmly renovated cross adorns the village settled now, and the day of suc- green, which is the market-place cess for a Welsh revolt was gone. of the city, the approach to the Cardiff in Fitzhamon's hands was modern bishop's palace is through à secure prison for Duko Robert a dismantled gate-tower and along of Normandy; and when in 1107 a ruined wall—the relics which its lord died of wounds received testify to the fury of Glendwr's at the battle of Falaise, his onslaught upon the ancient fortdaughter and heiress Mabel con- ress. After this he made himveyed his castle and lands to self master of Cardiff, demolishanother Norman lord. She was ing parts of the castle, from which married to Robert, a of he carried off much plunder, and Henry I., who in his turn be- burning the remainder of the town came Earl of Gloucester, with the except the house of the Francislordship of Glamorgan. Then fol- can friars; for these had been his lowed another revolt, as Earl friends, both here and elsewhere,

, Robert atteinpted to tread in the as they had been the friends of footsteps of his father - in - law. Llewellyn before him: and a Ivor Bach headed the attack, and ruined doorway and an ivy-clad the castle was taken, and the earl window still survive as relics of and his lady were prisoners. But the old home of the Friars Minor. he granted a charter to the Welsh- Glendwr was at the height of his men, securing to them their ancient power now; but his defeat by the privileges, and so was restored to young Henry of Monmouth, the his possessions and his freedom. titular prince of Wales, shortly

. His history, as a supporter of his followed. In his last effort we half-sister, the Empress Matilda, find him once more upon the against Stephen, is portrayed in Julian Way. Twelve thousand a series of elaborate frescoes upon Frenchmen, it is said, were disthe walls of the banqueting - hall embarked at Milford Haven to in the renovated castle.

assist his cause, and he joined The policy of the Norman kings them at Tenby with ten thousand. had subdued the independence of They marched together through South Wales by bestowing the Glamorganshire to the neighbourlands upon English and Norman hood of Worcester, but were comlords. It was in the more north- pelled to retreat, and the Frenchern districts that the Llewellyns men lastened homeward. An atasserted their claims in the thir- tack upon Coity Castle, which was teenth century; and when Owen hold for the king, was Glendwr's Glendwr, claiming doscent from final adventure in South Wales. the Llewellyns, set up the national Happily for Wales the aspirastandard against King Henry IV., tions of her patriot-hero failed. those districts were also the chief She could not be independent; but scene of his victories. But that the outward token of her complete hero, on one occasion in 1104, union with tho kingdom was seen made an inroad upon Morganwg, at last in the crowning of a Welshwhere the English power seemed man as King of England. Owain

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ap Tewdwr, claiming descent from with the governor of Cardiff. It the ancient Welsh Prince Cad- was the natural meeting - place wallader, became the husband of between the hills of the WelshQueen Catherine of Valois, the man's inner stronghold and the widow of Henry V. and mother of comparatively level borderland of Henry VI. His position gave England; and now that the troops rise to jealousies, but he showed of the Parliament had arrived no desire to play the part of an- thus far, the Welshmen were preother Glendwr. He fought on the pared to challenge their advance. king's side, together with his son But their efforts were fruitless, Jasper, Earl of Pembroke, in 1461, and Horton defeated them witb at Mortimer's Cross; and there he great loss after two hours' fierce was defeated by the Earl of March, encounter. Cromwell followed, who executed him at Hereford, and passed on without hindrance while his son escaped. Edmund, to reduce Pembroke Castle. his elder son, had died some years

The traditions of Cardiff tell before, leaving his earldom of that this castle also was attacked Richmond to his son Henry, the by Cromwell himself, and that he future king Then Jasper, ad- besieged it in vain till it was vanced eventually to the Dukedom betrayed to him by one of the of Bedford, received from his garrison. The traitor admitted royal nephew the lordship of Gla- à company of the enemy by a morgan.

He died childless in secret entrance, magnified by the 1495, leaving a goodly memorial legend into a subterranean pasin the tower of Llandaff Cathedral, sage beneath the Taff; and when which he erected before his death, he asked for a reward for his possibly to repair a part of the treachery, Cromwell ordered him devastations of Glendwr.

to be hanged, that his own troops In the story of the great civil might take warning by his fate. war this district plays but little Afterwards, it is said, the Marquis part until we come to the closing of Hertford concealed himself in a scenes of the struggle, when the coal-ship which was returning to tide of public opinion had turned Cardiff from Minehead, and surfor a while after the victory of prising the Parliamentary garri- . the Parliament had been virtually son, recovered the castle, and held secured.

it again for a short period on the The king's standard was un- king's side. But this was only furled again at Pembroke in 1648, when all hope of the Royalists '. and Chepstow also was recovered cause had finally passed away by the neighbouring Royalists. and the war was at an end. But Oromwell himself came against And here our annals must find the insurgents. Laying siege suc- their conclusion. They have sufficessfully to Chepstow, le sent ciently illustrated the union of the forward an advanced force under two elements of modern developColonel Horton, and these had ment and antiquarian conservatism proceeded as far as St Fagan's. which go together to make up the The village had already figured culture of the present day, when in the history of King Charles, the world has learned that the for he had come thither from history and relics of the past Cardiff to meet a deputation of form a power which may usethe Welsh, who had become dis- fully be employed in the advance affected in consequence of disputes towards its ideal.

LADY BABY.

CIAPTER XXXIII. -TIIE PLACE OF EXILE.

“We liro mithin the strangor's land."

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Oy the morning after their were the marks that proclaimed arrival at Gullyscoombe, the the former manor - house. From rarious members of the Bevan that level it had sunk to be utilised family, slumbering uneasily upon a coast - guard station ; after their unaccustomed beds, were which it had been purchased by a roused from their last dreams by retired sea-captain, who had grown the noise of something which so used to the sound of the wind first grated heavily, and then and the waves that he could not groaned, and then rattled, and do without them, and who had at last fell shut with a clap which fallen in love with this site preshook the walls to their founda- sumably because it was the most tions. It was only the noise exposed in England. That seaof the garden - door, which had captain must have been a happy stood closed and unused for so man, for, so far as the sound of long that the hinges were thick winds and waves could make it, with rust and the steps choked this granite bower planted on the with weeds, so that it took all cliff was fit to be a merman's abode. Lady Baby's strength to get the Not a chance of remaining deaf to lazy bars to slide. The first streak the tiniest ripple that broke on the of dawn had awakened her, for rocks ; not a hope of shutting out there were no thick curtains to the sound of the thinnest whistle her window here, as at Kippen- of wind which piped among the dale ; and, through the silent garden bushes. house, she had stolen down to look The tide was out just now; and, out and see what Gullyscoombe peering over the wall, Lady Baby was like

like — Gullyscoombe, their looked straight upon a series of place of exile. Down the nettle- wet ledges of rock,-some of them grown steps she walked, shivering spread with a gloomy green carpet in the bitterly chill air, but still of sea-weed, or decorated with wide eager to see, eager to inspect, de- shining sea-weed ribbons, or heaped termined to know the worst at with thick slimy sea-weed ropes, or. once. Some two hundred years fringed with heavy sea-weed fringes. ago this grim and solid little The very pools of salt water that house had started in the world as still lurked on those ledges were the residence of one of the small green and brown with the tints Cloughshire county families. A of the sea-weeds themselves. The slight suggestion of moulding on great round stones that lay strewn the vaulted ceiling of one of the on the shingle below were tufted little thick - walled, whitewashed with tangles of sea-weed. Seen rooms up-stairs, a dato carved in a from above they might have been, stone slab above one of the win, monstrous heads cut off and cast dows, and two mutilated pillars at there, with long, wet, dishevelled the two sides of what was now the hair streaming over the sand. - In stable - door in the yard, — these some of the books of the rocks lay

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yellowish - white masses of some- examined them all. She had had thing that shuddered in the wind & pretty sharp taste of misfortune so, very much as heaps of feathers within the last months, but in would have shuddered, that Lady the bottom of her heart she Baby began to wonder whether was still a child, and to a real this was the place where all the child anything in the shape of a sea-birds of the coast were plucked. doll has always got a mysterious It was only when the wind snatch- fascination.

Each of the figureed up a handful of these would-be heads was different: there was a feathers and whirled them up the sea-king with a sceptre, a dragon cliff and over her head that she with a tail that was tied in several perceived it to be nothing but stag- artistic knots, a cherub who had nant sea-foam which had collected probably once blown a trumpet, among the stones and lay quiver- and there was of course the unaing there, rank, salt, and yellow. voidable mermaid with the harp.

Turning from that side of the The dragon lay on his face, the picture, Lady Baby looked about mermaid on her back, the cherub her in the garden ; that is to say, reeled against the wall; alone that which had been a garden once: among them the sea-king stood the path was still to be traced by upon his feet, or rather the rethe thinner growth of the weeds. mains of his scaly tail, still firmly About a dozen gooseberry and cur- embedded in the ground, and conrant bushes stood in a stragglytinued to wear the stump of his row. They had long ago forgotten sceptre, as though he were still what it was to bear fruit, and even ruling the waves. At one time their leaves had been eaten off the other three had stood them by snails much earlier in the straight as he, each in his own year-brittle fragments of snail.

This had been the retired shells testified to that. In the sea-captain's idea of cheerful garwhole waste garden there was den decoration. nothing that stood higher than Leaving this caricature of a gar these wretched bushes; and even den, Lady Baby pursued her investhey, and even the very weeds at tigations further. When she had their feet-sea pink and samphire walked along a little piece of the plants that had sown themselves road, she met

men and there—seemed to be crouching women leading children by the before the pruning-knife of the hand, and carrying bundles on breeze, crawling as close to the their backs. She spoke to them, ground as they could manage, flat- and found that they were some of tening themselves into corners, the miners, thrown out of work ducking their heads wherever a by the catastrophe, and going to gap in the ruinous stone wall had look for employment elsewhere. left them unprotected. Not one They had been waiting on till of them dared to look over the now, in hopes from day to day highest stone; the sea-wind would that the inland vein would be not suffer it

struck and the new mines opened. The four corners of the garden They could not wait any longer, were marked by four battered and they were going; many had wooden figures, which Lady Baby, gone already, some would follow. after an interval of perplexity, Then Lady Baby slowly pursued recognised as the figure-heads of a little path on the right ; she had old ships. She went round and asked the way to the head of the

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Bluebell mines, and they had It had been a relief to weep pointed in this direction. The upon each other's necks, and there buildings were still untouched. a certain relief in the first If it had not been for the grass- inspection of their place of exile; blades, already beginning to push but that over, what next? Reasonthemselves up among the heaps of able beings cannot continue to refuse at the pit-head, the place weep for any length of time, be would have looked as though only their sorrow ever so genuine, and locked up for the night, and this their store of cambric handkerdeathly silence which hung about chiefs ever so great. The next it might have been the stillness of thing was simply to sit down, to a & holiday, and not the dumbness wait, to hope, and to despair a of ruin. But the grass - blades little more every day. were enough, and even Lady Baby, Men always succumb sooner than who had never heard these engines women to this sort of passive sufclank, and never seen the full fering, so it was no wonder that buckets come spinning up

the the first marks were to be seen ropes, felt struck to the heart as upon the old earl.

He did not she stood beside the lost mine, as complain-he was too much of a though she were looking at a Bevan for that, but he grew fretgrave.

ful; his fits of anger occurred A little stone which she dropped oftener, and upon trivial provocadown the shaft sent up a faint tions ; his nervous habit of looking splash to her ear, no louder than at his watch every five minutes to might be the whisper of a spirit, see when tho “next thing” was and yet enough to remind her that due, began to grow upon him to the enemy was there—the patient, the extent of a mania; the hand smiling, immeasurable sea, that which no longer had any rein to had come in by one little hole, and guide seemed daily to become would never, never go back again. more unsteady, the foot which had

She sat down on a big stone, no more cause to wear a spur now with her face in her hands. The faltered and stumbled at the slightsight of the departing workmen est obstacle on his path. Despite had awakened in her & vague, his white hairs, he had not been an sickening sense of hopelessness; old man before this; but now his that tiny splash in the drowned years had claimed him. There shaft seemed to set the seal upon were moments also when he would it. What, oh what was the future seem to forget, then suddenly to to be? She was not yet eighteen; remember, his ruin. When at was the rest of her life to be spent table, for instance, the soup being on this spot? Was she to live singed by the unskilful cook or the here always, always ? In this vegetables overdone, he would turn place, where the world was all to Lady Baby with — “This is made of water and of stone ? too bad of Mrs Spunker; what is

This first day at Gullyscoombe the good of paying eighty pounds was terrible-as terrible almost as

a-year to one's housekeeper unless” the last day at Kippendale. And -and then, his eye falling on the yet, perhaps, it was easier to bear blank faces of his daughters, he than the days that slowly followed, would suddenly break off and stare just as acute pain is less wearing helplessly about him, remembering than that dull throbbing ache that he had no housekeeper, and which has become chronic. that Mrs Spunker was a thing of

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