‘Well, we are alone,’ she said. ‘By God, Henry, I see grey hairs and deep lines on your countenance.’

‘I have had much to concern me as you well know.’

‘I know that your sons do not love you.’

‘Their thoughts having been poisoned by their mother.’

She lifted her shoulders. ‘It is their father’s own actions which have turned them from him. Why did you allow me to come here?’

‘That you might see your sons.’

‘So indulgent! Come, Henry, there is a reason other than the love you bear them … or me.’

‘I bear none to you.’

‘I feared it,’ she mocked.

‘But you are the mother of my sons and they have asked to see you.’

‘So we shall meet. I rejoice. And you brought me here to please my subjects of Aquitaine, did you not? If they learn that I am here this Eastertide they will hate you the less and realise that Richard is my friend. That is statecraft, Henry, my husband, and I will say that you are very crafty at it.’

‘Thank you.’

‘And now that Richard is here we have a matter to discuss ...he, I and perhaps you.’

‘And that matter?’

‘His marriage of course.’ She was studying him closely. ‘And where is our dear little Princess? I confess I expected to find her here.’

‘She is gone to the North … for her health.’

The Queen raised her eyebrows. ‘She is sick then? Not sick of love … for Richard? But she has not seen him in the prime of his youth, has she?’

‘She had already departed when he arrived.’

‘Churlish of her! Is she not eager to see her bridegroom?’

‘I should have thought that after your seclusion you would have had other matters to discuss than this betrothal of Richard’s.’

‘I might ask for my freedom. Would you be prepared to give it?’

‘If I did, how should I know that you did not plot against me as you did before?’

‘It is something you could never be sure of.’

‘Then you see why you must remain my prisoner.’

‘I thought we might strike a bargain.’

‘Why should I bargain with a prisoner?’

‘You want a divorce.’

‘Who tells you this?’

‘There are rumours.’

‘You should not trust rumours.’

‘Oh, it depends on the source. And suppose I agree to a divorce, would you release me?’

He said: ‘There is to be no divorce.’

‘I have heard that you have already decided on your next Queen.’

‘Tell me who gave you such news? I’ll cut out their tongues for I’ll not suffer such lies to be told of me.’

‘So ’tis true, is it not?’

‘If it were true that I wanted a divorce why should I not bargain with you as you suggest?’

‘I doubt not you have your reasons.’

‘Nay,’ he said. ‘I have not asked for a divorce.’

‘You presented Cardinal Huguzon with rich gifts. Was this merely to settle the dispute between York and Canterbury?’

‘I did not bring you here to discuss my actions with you.’

‘Nay. I know full well why you did that. You act always out of ambition. It is necessary for Richard to show my people that he is my friend and not yours. So you allow it to be known that he has prevailed upon you to let us meet here. Do not think that I am not aware of your ways, Henry Plantagenet.’

Henry shrugged his shoulders. ‘I would have you know that if you do aught to harm me here you shall be sent back to even more rigorous imprisonment.’

She nodded slowly. ‘What do you plan to do to me, husband? To murder me? That would leave the way clear without complications, would it not? But you must wait of course until Aquitaine is subdued and accepts Richard as the Duke. Then if you can keep him as your vassal – which I doubt – Aquitaine will be yours as you always intended it to be. It is a long time to wait and time is important to you. What do you hope to do? To get an heir by her? You have your heirs, Henry, and look you, what trouble they have brought.’

‘You talk nonsense,’ he said.

‘Nay, nay, good sense and you like it not. What think you the King of France will say when he hears his daughter has been debauched?’

What is this?’

‘Such ignorance! Poor child. Scarce out of the cradle. But they say ageing men whose senses are satiated look for new excitements. Children, is it?’

He advanced towards her, his hand upraised.

‘That is it, Henry. Strike me. That will be good hearing for Aquitaine. I will let it be known that I goaded you, taunted you with seducing the daughter of the King of France.’

He paused, fighting to keep control of his rising temper.

‘Get out of here,’ he shouted. ‘Before I kill you with my own hands, get out.’

‘I wonder how I should feel if you laid hands on me. You once did in most tender fashion. Do you remember?’

‘I know only that I curse the day I ever met you.’

‘That was before the Princess of France was conceived. But there was Fair Rosamund, was there not? I shall never forget her terror when her skein of silk led me to her lair. And you were the traitor. It was attached to your spur. But are you not a traitor to us all?’

‘If you do not leave me I shall not answer for my actions.’

He was right. She could see that although he had fought hard for control, his temper was getting the better of him.

He would forget diplomacy. All wisdom would desert him if once that demon rage got the upper hand.

She had no wish to die yet; she gave him a mocking bow and retired.


* * *

When his rage had worn itself out he faced the facts.

So she knew. The she-wolf knew that Alice had been his mistress. What would she do? He could be certain that whatever she did would bring him the greatest mischief.

The King of France would hear of it. Richard would know and soon the whole world would be against him. He had had some experience of what condemnation he could expect. He had so recently emerged from the trouble his connection with the murder of Thomas à Becket had given him. And at what cost to his kingly dignity! It must not be known that he had taken Richard’s bride and that she had had a child by him. But Eleanor knew, and Eleanor’s great joy in life was to work against him.

What could he do?

Alice must not go to Richard. It was not only that he wished to keep her for himself. She was too young, too lacking in guile to be able to keep her secrets. Alice must remain and he must find some means of staving off Richard. If Eleanor started rumours he would declare that she had invented them out of her venom.

He believed he had made headway with young Henry; the boy had seemed almost affectionate to him in the last months. Richard would always be his enemy, he knew. He was too much his mother’s son for anything else. Geoffrey was inclined to follow his elder brother. They could both be more easily swayed than Richard.

He must do everything in his power to stop her passing on this information to Richard and if she attempted to turn Henry and Geoffrey from him he would let them know that she herself had led a far from exemplary life. After all, when he considered the scandals Eleanor had created in her youth how could she judge him because he had fallen in love with a young girl who happened to be affianced to one of his sons?

It was a pity it had seemed necessary to let her out of her prison. Although he realised that it was good policy, he deeply regretted the need for it.

Her period of freedom should soon be at an end, and he would be very slow to allow her to emerge again.


* * *

Eleanor quickly found an opportunity of being alone with Richard. They met in the new herb garden where they could enjoy a certain amount of privacy.

She said: ‘My dearest son, we must say what is in our minds in some haste because I do not think your father will allow me my freedom much longer. I have spoken with him and he has made me aware of his hatred. He is particularly wary of you, my son. It is because of Alice.’

‘The Princess Alice? My betrothed.’

‘I have news for you, Richard. She has become your father’s mistress and it is for this reason that he keeps her from you.’

‘He is welcome to her. I do not want his cast-off mistress.’

‘Nay, nor do you. But, my son, he must think you do. You must ask him where your bride is. You must give him no peace. The King of France must agitate for your marriage with the Princess Alice. It is the best way of harassing him. I never saw him so put out as when I mentioned her. He is crafty. He can outwit his enemies. He will lie, make promises he has no intention of keeping; but he could not hide his lust for that girl. And he is more alarmed at what the betrayal of his relationship with her could mean than he would ever be at going into battle.’

‘How long has it been going on?’

‘A year or two, I believe. I have heard a rumour that she has had a child by him.’

‘By God, and all the saints! I will let the whole world know of this.’

‘Not yet, Richard. Not yet. Feign ignorance for a while. Let him be plagued. If it were widely known, what would happen? There would be a scandal, but he would free himself in time.’ There was grudging admiration in her voice. ‘Consider what happened at Canterbury. Who else could have humiliated himself and have come through with honour almost? To be publicly whipped! Nay. What will disturb him most is the fact that there will be attempts to take her from him. So, my son, ask Louis that your marriage be celebrated. Tell him you are impatient for your bride. Let your father be fretted by continual demands that the girl be released, for depend upon it he will want to keep their liaison secret for as long as he can.’

‘I would go to him and confront him with his villainy.’

‘I know you would and your bluntness is a trait in your character which gives me some cause for alarm. I have heard of your new nickname, “Richard Yea and Nay”, they say, because with you it is always “It shall be” or “It shall not be”. You will have to learn that it is sometimes necessary to prevaricate and you could not have a better teacher in that art than your father.’

‘Would you have me behave as he does?’

‘I hate him and I love you. But hating him as I do yet I see there is a certain greatness in him. His lust will destroy him, as it has destroyed our marriage. Yet do not underestimate him for he is a formidable adversary. Fight him with subtlety. Make sure that the revenge you take is the one which will hurt him most.’

‘I will do as you say, Mother. I will not let him know that I am aware of this seduction. I will not have her but I shall let no one know this and it will only be when she is brought to me that I will refuse her.’

‘For the foolish girl I care not. All I wish is to humiliate him.’

‘How you hate him!’

‘Do you not also?’

‘From my earliest days you showed me what he is.’

The Queen laughed, well pleased. A very uneasy time lay ahead for the King.


* * *

It was difficult for Richard to keep his disgust to himself. Not that he was shocked at his father’s seduction of a young girl; Richard’s own morals were not so very stern; but that his father should have dared take the bride who was affianced to him was a personal insult.

He would be revenged, but what his mother said was true. For the time, he must do his best to feign friendship with the King, for he needed help to suppress the rebellions in Aquitaine. He had to face the fact that he was not popular there. For all that he was his mother’s favourite and it was her wish that he should be crowned Duke, they did not want him. He was not of the South. One look at that long-limbed golden-haired young man was enough to proclaim him a Norman. So many of the Viking characteristics had come out in him: his blue eyes, his golden hair, his tall figure, the manner in which he sat his horse, his immense strength. True he was a poet and loved the troubadours, but even his songs had a northern flavour. They were more like those which Rollo and his men had sung when they came sailing down the Seine to ravage France than the voluptuous ballads of the South.

The people of Aquitaine could not entirely accept him. They suspected that immense energy. He could be fierce in battle, and they were suspicious of him. They wanted Eleanor back. They understood her. They admired her elegance; and her adventurous spirit appealed to them. They had been cheated of their Duchess and although they had been assured that Richard was her beloved son they did not trust him any more than they trusted his father.