Michael Jecks - The King of Thieves

And he failed. The man waited a little longer as the heels stilled, the fingers relaxed, the shoulders eased and the breast stopped its mad jerking. He let the cord go, and very gently stroked André’s face, his hair, stroking down to his neck, which he took suddenly in both hands, and twisted while pulling, until there was an audible crunching of bone.

Then Hugues the castellan stood again and looked over the road towards the house where Le Boeuf lived.

Le Boeuf would have to die. He was a problem, and problems were there to be resolved.

Louvre

‘Sit, Sir Baldwin.’

He rose from his bow, and backed himself to a stool. ‘Your Highness, I am terribly sorry. I had no idea …’

‘… that the good Cardinal could have brought you here for some ulterior motive of your Queen? I am not surprised. But there is much which may surprise you .’

‘I am sure you are right.’

‘You know my husband has ordered my return, but you are not surprised that I am still here?’

‘No.’

‘Why?’

‘Because you have enemies in England.’

‘Despenser, naturally. And Bishop Walter. He is a particular enemy of mine. He hates me.’

‘I would not say …’ Baldwin was silenced by a look. Shame-facedly, he grinned. ‘Well, just now, with you refusing his King’s command, perhaps yes, he does dislike you a little.’

‘Or a lot. But thank you for not lying to me, Sir Baldwin. Tell me — what would you do in my position?’

‘Me? Either return immediately and beg forgiveness, or petition the Pope to annul your marriage and remain here.’

She looked at him quickly. ‘Did you know that the Despenser has already attempted that? Ah, but almost everyone knows. Why should I delude myself that I have any secrets any more?’

‘Your Royal Highness, you have many friends. Could you not merely go home and discuss this with the King, and petition your friends to help you?’

‘Which friends do you think would help me? The King has disbanded my own household. In England I am as free as a caged lark. I may sing, but only because if I do not, I will starve. And no one dares to speak up for me. Not while the King and Despenser reject me. Do you think I am stupid?’

‘No, my Lady. Never. But I do hope that you do not intend to harm so many people in our country. If you wait over here, that is one thing. It will delight the King’s enemies, and serve only to weaken him. That may mean that your son’s inheritance is endangered.’

‘What else might I do?’

‘You know that as well as I. There are rumours of Mortimer.’

‘There are?’

‘Sir Roger Mortimer is already the King’s most detested enemy, my Lady. If you go to him, you will cause a great deal of anger and resentment. Again, that must put your son’s future at risk.’

‘You think that the King would dare to suggest that I was a whore? That he would say our son was a bastard?’

Her voice had risen with her rage, and now she stood, quivering with fury before him.

He bowed his head. ‘My Lady, I do not accuse, I merely say what others will. The King will have poison poured into his ears by the Despenser. You know that already. And the realm will be riven with anger, with mistrust and disloyalty. For some will follow you, and others will follow the King. But at the end, when all the men in your host and in the King’s are dead, the people will still follow the King. Because they trust in him. He is anointed by God.’

‘My son could be, too. If the King were persuaded to leave his throne, if he could be pensioned off, to a monastery, perhaps, then my boy could be crowned in his stead.’

‘Lady, do you really believe that the men of England would suffer a child on the throne? Your son is old enough to be wedded, I know, but he is not old enough yet to be able to defend himself from the barons. What would the Marcher Lords make of him? If you disrupt the kingdom, if you show people that the King is able to be deposed, they will take the message that the throne may be taken by any with authority and power. And your son will not find his way to a monastery, I would wager.’

‘So I have no choice? Yours is the counsel of despair, Sir Baldwin.’

‘No, it is the counsel of honour, your Royal Highness. You do not wish to throw the kingdom into war and decline. Better to return and accept your place. You will be honoured for it.’

She said nothing for a moment, and then she spoke, musingly eyeing the hallings before her. ‘You know, I did all in my power to have him love me, Sir Baldwin. I made no complaint when I arrived in England, all alone, and found that my own jewels had been taken and given to that primping cretin, Piers Gaveston. I did not mind, because I was so young, I only sought to win his approval. At twelve years, all I knew was that my place was at the side of my husband, to comfort him. But he wanted nothing of my company. He did not care for my comforts, only those of his friend Piers.

‘And when I grew older, when Gaveston was dead, and I gave Edward a son, at last, I thought, I had the love of my husband. But then, that despicable excrescence Despenser came and inveigled his way into my husband’s affections. You know how that snake works. My husband took a little longer to throw me aside, and at least I have had the comfort of a number of children, but then at last Despenser won, and I lost all. Position, trust, wealth, friends, even my children. And if I return to England, what exactly will be returned to me?’

‘My Lady-’

‘Nothing, Sir Baldwin. Nothing! You ask me not to go home to husband and lover, but to gaol. You tell me I have to do this, or that, and yet what you offer to me in return is the bars of a cell. Tell me honestly — why should I go there? If I was your daughter, would you in faith order me to go back to a husband who is despised by all? I am nine-and-twenty years. You are older. You could be my father! What would you have me do?’

‘My Queen, you torment me. I am a loyal subject, I cannot in conscience say aught else but that you should go to your husband.’

‘Yes. You are loyal. But fools may be loyal. And if I were to be so loyal that I would put my life once more in the Despenser’s hands, I would be a fool. A complete fool. I cannot do that, Sir Baldwin. And more, I most certainly cannot allow my son to be taken back. Despenser wants total power. Would you have me, a mother, place my own son’s life in danger? I will not. I cannot.’

‘Then what, Lady?’

‘My course is set, I think. I do not wish it, but I see no choice. That is what the good Bishop said, was it not? That my husband had left me no choice? He meant that I should go back with him, immediately. But when a man tries to force one course, sometimes God will show another.’

‘What will it be?’

‘For now, I will remain here. Sir Roger Mortimer has been most kind to me, in the absence of my own money or the support of my husband. I shall remain here with him.’

‘Your Royal Highness, I am deeply sorry to hear it.’

‘Perhaps you are. Can you not understand the appalling hurt I have suffered at my husband’s hands?’

‘Yes, I can comprehend the hideous injustice you feel. I detest injustice as much as any man.’

‘But you do not think that I should protect myself?’

‘You are in a most difficult position. As Queen you are the embodiment of all the womanly virtues. How could I advise you to do other than return to your position as Queen?’

‘That is most sad, Sir Baldwin. You see, I wish to ask you to remain here with me. To serve and guard me.’

Tavern near Grand Châtelet

Vital had just demanded a fresh jug of wine when the portly Sergent from Le Boeuf’s street appeared in the road outside. He was out of breath and wheezing with the unaccustomed exercise, but he did not halt until he was at the table beside Pons, and then he stood, head hanging, as he composed himself.