In the process of time the study of letters and of religion decayed, many years before the coming of the Normans. The clergy, content with insufficient learning, could scarcely stammer the words of the sacraments, and one who understood grammar was a cause of amazement and wonder to the rest. The monks made a mock of their rule, wearing fine garments and eating all kinds of food. The nobles, given over to gluttony and lust, used not to attend church in the morning in Christian fashion, but lay in bed till late hours and idly listened to the service of matins and masses from the lips of a hurrying priest. The people, unprotected in their midst, were the prey of the stronger folk, who drained their substance or sold their persons into distant lands, that they might heap up treasure upon treasure, albeit excess of feasting rather than of wealth is the instinct of this race. Many indulged the unnatural custom of selling their handmaids ... into foreign slavery. They all used to drink in common, spending whole nights and days in this practice. They consumed their whole substance in small and mean houses, unlike the French and Normans, who live moderately in large and noble dwellings. The vices that accompany drunkenness and enfeeble the minds of men ensued. Hence it came to pass that they encountered William with headlong rashness and fury rather than with military skill, and by one battle, and that easily won, doomed themselves and their country to slavery. Nothing is simpler than rashness, but that which is impetuously begun speedily comes to nought or is repressed. In short, the English at that time wore garments reaching to the middle of the thigh, their hair was cut short, their beards shaven, their arms laden with golden bracelets, their skin pricked with pictorial designs; they used to eat till they were surfeited, and drank till they were sick. These latter habits indeed they have now passed on to their conquerors, for the rest, however, adopting the others’ customs. I would not, however, be understood to ascribe these vices universally to all the English; I know that there were many clerks who at that time lived simply and trod the path of holiness; I know that there were many laymen of the same nation, of every sort and condition, who were pleasing to God. Let my narrative escape injustice; all are not alike included in this condemnation; but as in times of peace the wisdom of God full often cherishes the evil with the good, so in times of captivity His sharp displeasure not seldom constrains the good with the evil.
Now the Normans, to speak of them also, were at that time and still are in dress bravely apparelled and in their food delicate but not excessive; a people accustomed to warfare, and without it scarce able to live. They are fierce in attacking the enemy, and where strength fails, they achieve their end no less by craft and bribery. As I have said, at home they live moderately in large dwellings, they envy their equals, they would surpass their superiors, and while they plunder their subjects, they protect them from others; faithful to their lords, they lightly break faith for a slight offence. They weigh treachery with its prospect of success, and change their policy for a bribe. They are, however, the kindliest of all nations and honour strangers equally with themselves; they also marry with their subject peoples. At their coming they raised the standard of religion, everywhere lifeless in England; on all sides you might see churches rising in the villages, and monasteries in the towns and cities, built in a new style; you might see renewed services enrich the whole country, so that every man of means counted that day lost which was not marked by some great and glorious act.
THE HARRYING OF THE NORTH (1069).
Source.—Simeon of Durham, Historia Regum, ed. Arnold, vol. ii., p. 186. (Rolls Series.)
In the year 1069, the third year of his reign, king William sent earl Robert Cumin against the Northumbrians in the country north of the Tyne. But they had all united in one determination not to submit to the lordship of an alien, and resolved either to slay him or to fall, all of them together, by the edge of the sword. On his approach, Aegelwin, bishop of Durham, met and forewarned him to be on his guard against ambushes; but he, thinking that none would be so bold, despised the warning. Entering Durham with a large force of knights, he allowed his men to act with hostility in all quarters, and some peasants belonging to the church were killed. He was received, however, by the bishop with all courtesy and honour. But the Northumbrians, hastening all night to Durham, at daybreak broke through the gates with great violence, and on all sides surprised and slew the earl’s followers. The struggle was fiercely waged; the knights were struck down in houses and streets, and the combatants attacked the bishop’s house in which the earl had been received, and since they could not endure the darts of the defenders, burned down the house with all who were therein. So great was the multitude of the slain, that almost every part of the city was filled with blood; for out of seven hundred men only one escaped. This slaughter took place on the 28th of February, the fourth day of the week.
In the same year, before the Nativity of St. Mary, the sons of Sweyn, king of the Danes, Harold and Canute, and their uncle earl Osbarn, and Christian their bishop, and earl Turkill, came from Denmark with 240 ships and landed at the mouth of the river Humber. There they were joined by Edgar Atheling, earl Waltheof and Marlesweyn and many others, with a fleet which they had made ready. Earl Cospatric also came with the whole strength of the Northumbrians, and all with one accord joined forces against the Normans.... On Saturday, the 19th September, the Normans who were holding the castles (at York), fearing that the houses near the castles would be of aid to the Danes in filling up the castle-moats, began to set them on fire, and the flames, increasing, raged throughout the whole city and destroyed with it the minster of St. Peter. But divine vengeance was speedily and disastrously wreaked upon them. For before the whole city was burned down, the Danish fleet arrived on the second day of the week, and the Danes on one side and the Northumbrians on the other stormed and burst into the castles on the same day. More than 3000 Normans were slain, the lives of William Malet, who was sheriff at that time, and of his wife and two children, and of Gilbert de Ghent and a few others, being spared; the Danes took ship with their innumerable forces, and the Northumbrians returned to their homes.
But when king William heard the news, he at once gathered an army and hastened to Northumberland with exasperation at heart, and all the winter without ceasing laid waste the country, cut men to pieces and committed many other deeds of cruelty. Meanwhile he sent envoys to earl Osbarn the Dane, and promised to give him secretly a large sum of money and to allow his army freely to seize provisions along the sea-coasts, on condition, however, that he should depart without fighting at the close of winter. To these proposals he assented, in his greed for gold and silver, with great dishonour to himself.
While the Normans were laying waste England, in Northumberland and other districts in the preceding year, but in the present and following year throughout the whole of England and especially in Northumberland and the neighbouring provinces, so great a famine prevailed that men, compelled by hunger, ate human flesh, and horses, dogs and cats, and anything whatsoever that is loathsome to experience; some sold themselves into perpetual slavery, so long as they could somehow support a miserable existence; others leaving the country as exiles gave up the ghost in the middle of their journey. It was horrible to behold human corpses rotting in the houses and streets and highways, swarming with worms and reeking with putrefaction. For there was none left to bury them, all were cut off either by the sword or by famine, or for hunger had abandoned their native land. And so for nine years the land was destitute of tillers, and far and wide there extended a barren waste. Between York and Durham never a town was inhabited; there were only dens of wild beasts and robbers to terrify the heart of the traveller.