to say No, failure to do justice, caused more wretchedness than the oppression of those tyrants who hinder the oppressions of others.  William would not set such an one over any part of his dominions before his time, and it was his policy to keep his children dependent on him.  While he enriched his brothers, he did not give the smallest scrap of the spoils of England to his sons.  But Robert deemed that he had a right to something greater than private estates.  The nobles of Normandy had done homage to him as William’s successor; he had done homage to Fulk for Maine, as if he were himself its count.  He was now stirred up by evil companions to demand that, if his father would not give him part of his kingdom—­the spirit of Edwin and Morkere had crossed the sea—­he would at least give him Normandy and Maine.  William refused with many pithy sayings.  It was not his manner to take off his clothes till he went to bed.  Robert now, with a band of discontented young nobles, plunged into border warfare against his father.  He then wandered over a large part of Europe, begging and receiving money and squandering all that he got.  His mother too sent him money, which led to the first quarrel between William and Matilda after so many years of faithful union.  William rebuked his wife for helping his enemy in breach of his orders:  she pleaded the mother’s love for her first-born.  The mother was forgiven, but her messenger, sentenced to loss of eyes, found shelter in a monastery.

At last in 1079 Philip gave Robert a settled dwelling-place in the border-fortress of Gerberoi.  The strife between father and son became dangerous.  William besieged the castle, to undergo before its walls his second defeat, to receive his first wound, and that at the hands of his own son.  Pierced in the hand by the lance of Robert, his horse smitten by an arrow, the Conqueror fell to the ground, and was saved only by an Englishman, Tokig, son of Wiggod of Wallingford, who gave his life for his king.  It seems an early softening of the tale which says that Robert dismounted and craved his father’s pardon; it seems a later hardening which says that William pronounced a curse on his son.  William Rufus too, known as yet only as the dutiful son of his father, was wounded in his defence.  The blow was not only grievous to William’s feelings as a father; it was a serious military defeat.  The two wounded Williams and the rest of the besiegers escaped how they might, and the siege of Gerberoi was raised.

We next find the wise men of Normandy debating how to make peace between father and son.  In the course of the year 1080 a peace was patched up, and a more honourable sphere was found for Robert’s energies in an expedition into Scotland.  In the autumn of the year of Gerberoi Malcolm had made another wasting inroad into Northumberland.  With the King absent and Northumberland in confusion through the death of Walcher, this wrong went unavenged till the autumn of 1080.  Robert gained no special glory in Scotland; a second quarrel with his father followed, and Robert remained a banished man during the last seven years of William’s reign.