In the reckoning that followed, supervised by King Rufus himself, Robert Mortain was treated remarkably well. He was banished from England and required to live in Normandy, but his English estates were left intact. The same generosity was shown to the rest of his fellow conspirators. Only Odo was treated harshly by Norman standards. In the eyes of the English, who had been on the receiving end of his cruelty many times during and after the Conquest, he was lucky to escape with his life. Rufus considered execution, but decided that the killing of a bishop, even with legal endorsement, who was so close to the ecclesiastical hierarchy of the whole of Europe, was unwise at the beginning of his kingship.
The punishment began with Odo being paraded out of Pevensey’s keep through a cordon of the local community, accompanied by the deafening echoes of the King’s victory horns. He was then stripped of all his regalia as Earl of Kent and Bishop of Bayeux, his rings and seal and fine clothes, and left standing in front of the crowd dressed only in his woollen pants.
I was near the King, no more than ten yards from the great Norman lord who had once sat at the top of both the secular and ecclesiastical hierarchies of England and Normandy. He shivered in the cold air and, no matter how hard he tried to appear noble and dignified, looked like a peasant standing trial for stealing game from a king’s forest.
He had soiled his pants, his face was unshaven and he looked pale and dirty. The crowed bayed and jeered and hurled insults at him in English and French, the mildest of which referred to his girth and dishevelled appearance, while the worst included every vile taunt imaginable.
Odo caught my eye and that of Sweyn, who he must have remembered from their previous bloody encounter. He looked at us with a withering stare that would condemn us to Hell if it had its way. I felt sorry for him — he had reaped his own whirlwind but, even so, it was always sad to see a man humiliated, especially one previously so high and mighty.
Rufus then passed judgement.
‘Odo of Bayeux, for the crimes you have committed against your sovereign lord and the people of England, you are banished from this land. You will be escorted to the coast at Dover through all the burghs of Kent and put on a humble merchant ship bound for Normandy, where the Duke will determine your fate. You are never to set foot in England again.’
He was then bound at the wrists and led away on foot, tethered by rope to a mounted escort. Making him walk across his earldom tied to a horse was a significant humiliation for a man who had often ruled England as sub-regulus when Rufus’s father was in Normandy. Rufus no doubt also hoped that many local people would find various forms of verbal and physical insult to direct at him during his long journey.
Odo’s vast estates were confiscated by Rufus and taken into his household, thus swelling his coffers significantly. He had handled the crisis and its denouement well. Not only had he acted swiftly to meet the armed threat, but by pardoning Odo’s co-conspirators he had guaranteed stability within the Norman hierarchy for the time being. On the other hand, his degradation of Odo showed that he could be resolute when he needed to be, even with the second most powerful man in the land.
Before the King left for Westminster later that day, he summoned me.
When he spoke, it was almost like an aside.
‘Get that little army of Robert’s back on its boats and take them back where they belong. Tell my devoted brother that the King of England is grateful for the Duke of Normandy’s support but, as you can see, it isn’t really necessary.’
They were clever words and did not require an answer, but I could not resist a sentence or two in similar vein.
‘Sire, I am sure the Duke of Normandy is mightily relieved that you have dealt with the minor local difficulty that the King of England has had with one of his clerics. Rest assured, when your uncle reaches Normandy, Duke Robert will ensure that he is treated in a manner that you would find appropriate.’
With that, I bowed and left. There was nothing more to be said.
20. Battle of Alnwick
Events over the next few years unfolded in a series of complicated and confusing political manoeuvres by Rufus in numerous attempts to commandeer his brother’s dukedom in Normandy.
He used England’s vast wealth to win the support of magnates in the north of Normandy and to recruit mercenaries to threaten Robert with force. Eventually, he had a sufficiently strong power base on the coast to spend most of his time there and become de facto joint lord of the dukedom. Robert had no choice but to accept this and was forced to attend Rufus’s courts and crown-wearings, to his increasing humiliation.
The King also extended the authority of England into Wales and the North, building castles deep into Wales, in the remote Pennines and into Cumbria as far as Carlisle.
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