The Battle of the Queens (36 page)

‘I know that Hugh de Lusignan is my enemy.’

‘I regret it,’ said Brother Guérin. ‘It would not have been so but for his wife.’

‘Ah, Isabella. She has been responsible for much mischief. I would to God she had never decided to bring her daughter out to Hugh. If she had stayed in England methinks we should have been spared much trouble.’

‘You must know, my lady, that much discontent has been fermented.’

‘And she is at the bottom of it. You do not have to tell me that.’

‘Lusignan and Thouars have been joined by Peter Mauclerc,’ said Brother Guérin quietly.

Blanche put her hand to her head and groaned. Peter Mauclerc was a troublemaker. It was a great misfortune that he was related to the royal house and had descended from the Count of Dreux, one of the sons of Louis VI. As a younger son he had not been so well endowed as his brothers. How much trouble came from impoverished sons whose parents had had more of them than goods to share out! This always seemed to have a bad effect on the person concerned. John Lackland, King of England, was an example – and even when such people gained possessions their characters seemed to remain warped and for ever rapacious.

Peter Mauclerc had acquired his nickname because at one time he had been in holy orders. He had long left that behind him, but it was remembered and since he was noted for his ill deeds he became known as Peter Mauclerc.

Since a marriage had been arranged for him with the heiress of Brittany there had been a rise in his fortunes. His countess had died leaving him three children – John, Arthur and a girl, Yolanda.

As soon as he had Brittany he began making the reputation which had earned him his name; and all knew that he was a man who must be watched for he was capable of deception, self-advancement and any villainy that he could think up to further his own ends.

So when Peter Mauclerc’s name was mentioned Blanche was prepared for trouble.

Well she might have been.

‘His first claim is to the throne,’ said Brother Guérin.

‘To the throne. He must be mad.’

‘Perhaps merely puffed up with pride,’ admitted Guérin. ‘He declares that the first Count of Dreux was not the second son of Louis VI but his first son.’

‘What nonsense. Had he been he would have been King!’

‘His theory is that that Robert of Dreux was passed over because his father considered him to be less clever and capable of governing than his brother Louis who, though younger, was made out to be the elder and as Louis VII inherited the crown. In which case he, as one of the descendants, claims the throne.’

‘But this is absurd. Even if it were true he has elder brothers who would come before him.’

‘He reckons that if he fights for the crown it will be his. He is preaching that no good can come to a country which is governed by a boy and … your pardon, my lady … but I tell you what he says … a boy and a woman.’

Blanche laughed derisively.

‘When a minor comes to the throne there will always be such nonsense. We could send troops to capture this man. What he talks is treason. He should be in prison.’

‘I am of like mind,’ said Guérin. ‘But he has acted promptly.’

‘In what way?’

‘He has allied himself to powerful men. Thouars, Lusignan, and I hear that Thibaud of Champagne has joined the malcontents.’

Blanche put her hands over her eyes. What a mistake to turn Thibaud from his lodgings! She had expected that he would be faithful to her. What a fool she had been! He was a poet. What he wrote in his verses meant nothing to him. He chose words for their beauty more than their meaning.

She noticed that Brother Guérin was watching closely. O God, she thought, does even he believe these rumours?

‘Hugh de Lusignan is the most to be feared,’ she said.

‘He was once a tolerant man.’

‘Oh, but he married,’ she cried, ‘and since then has no mind of his own. He is one who does what he is told. It is not Hugh whom he must consider but she who guides him in all things. That woman! She will lead him to disaster in time. I know it.’

‘At this time,’ said Guérin gently, ‘they are to be feared. I have not told you all. Mauclerc has betrothed his daughter Yolanda to the King of England.’

‘Brother Guérin,’ she cried, ‘pray tell me all quickly. The situation becomes more and more gloomy as you proceed to give me disaster piecemeal.’

‘That is all I have to tell you, my lady. I think you will agree that it is a situation fraught with foreboding.’

‘I do. Powerful barons rising against the King. And one of them allying himself through marriage with England.’

‘Forget not that Isabella is the mother of the King of England. Her sympathies will be with him.’

‘And where hers are so are her husband’s.’

‘’Tis true. If the English King were to choose this moment to attack us, he would find strong support here.’

‘And these are the traitors we know. How many are there who keep their secrets, Brother?’

‘One day we shall find out unless we can put an end to this.’

The last thing I wish is for my son to be plunged into war so early in his reign.’

‘The position is dangerous, my lady, as it always is when a young king mounts the throne. He has not yet proved himself. He is but a child. Ambitious men are waiting to seize power.’

‘I do not wish to go to war,’ said Blanche.

‘There is only one other alternative.’

She nodded. ‘Negotiations. That is the alternative I intend to use.’

‘Mauclerc’s claim … ?’

Blanche gave an impatient exclamation. That is the least important. Who will take that seriously? It is the Lusignans who are making the trouble. From the day Isabella of Angoulême married Hugh de Lusignan I expected it. She saps his spirit. She makes him go the way she wants him to.’

‘It is perhaps natural that she should support her son.’

‘There is nothing natural about that woman. She is obsessed by herself.’

‘How will you overcome her obsession?’

‘Perhaps by offering her something better than she could get from her son.’

‘You will buy her loyalty?’

‘She has no loyalty to give to any but herself. I can perhaps buy her withdrawal. For if what one must have for the safety of the realm cannot be given there is only one alternative and that is to buy it.’

‘What will you use for currency?’

‘I will consider, Brother, and inform you of my decision. There is one bright hope in this sorry business and that is that those with whom we have to deal will give their allegiance to the highest bidder – for as long as it can do them good, of course.’

She would speak to him again later, she told Brother Guérin. Then she prepared to have done with her convalescence.

There was work to be done.

She must lose no time. The rebels were gathering against Louis. They were asking why France should be governed by a woman – a foreigner at that. Even those who wished to remain loyal to Louis did not want a foreigner ruling them – and a woman.

Forces were gathering at Thouars; they would attack in the spring. But she must stop the fighting. There must not be civil war in France.

‘Have we not enough to do to defend ourselves from the English?’ she asked. ‘How long will it be before they attack us?’

Brother Guérin said that he believed that Hubert de Burgh was urging the King not to think of regaining French possessions just yet. They had not enough men and ammunition to make it a success. It was true that the King’s brother, the Earl of Cornwall, was still in England and they must pray that he would not join up with rebels.

She set out and travelled south towards Thouars and set up her camp between that town and Loudun, She then sent messengers to Thouars and asked that one of their company should meet her that they might discuss their differences.

Then she waited in trepidation. So much depended on this meeting. Would they take her seriously? They must have known that her husband had taken her into his confidence, that she was as much a statesman as he had been, and how often he had benefited from her judgment. They must know that – foreigner though they called her – her one desire was for the welfare of France, that country of which her son was now the King.

Who would come? she wondered. Would it be Hugh de Lusignan? His wife would surely not be with him. How could she be in the camp! But he would know her wishes and be afraid to act against them.

It was not Hugh who came as the enemy’s ambassador.

She felt a flutter of excitement tinged with apprehension and a certain annoyance when he was brought to her, for the man who was bowing before her was Thibaud of Champagne.

So they were face to face – the heroine of his fantasies and the man who had told the world that above all things he longed to be her lover.

He was prepared, for he must have begged to undertake the mission, while she was taken completely by surprise; but it was she who was in complete control.

‘So you come here as my enemy, Count,’ she said briskly.

He lowered his eyes and murmured: ‘My lady, that is something I could never be.’

‘Let us keep to the truth,’ she retorted. ‘It will avail us nothing to reject that. You have joined those who stand against the King and they have sent you here to parley with me.’

‘My lady, I begged for the chance of doing so.’

‘That you might receive my scorn for you all in person.’

‘Nay,’ he said, ‘that I may have the joy of seeing you.’

She shook herself impatiently. ‘My lord, have done. Let us be sensible. You have come here to parley, have you not? To make terms with me that you and your fellow rebels may not harm the King and his lands.’

‘I promise you, my lady, that I will serve you with my life.’

That made her laugh.

‘So it seems, my lord! Pray keep your flowery phrases for your verses.’

‘You have read my verses, my lady?’

‘A few of them. When they have been brought to my notice,’

‘I will tell you the truth,’ said Thibaud, ‘for in your presence I could do nothing else. When I was banished from Rheims I turned to your enemies.’

‘Before that,’ she said. ‘I remembered how you had deserted the King and for that reason would not have you at the coronation of his son.’

‘I warned him. I had served my time. I was a loyal servant of the King but I had no love for him. That was impossible.’

She ignored the implication.

‘And now what have you to say? What threats have you come to offer against the King?’

‘Now that I have seen you, my lady, I could do nothing but serve you with my life.’

‘Even though that meant serving your King to whom you owe allegiance?’ she asked cynically.

‘If that were your command.’

‘It is.’

‘Then it shall be.’

‘You change sides quickly.’

‘I was never on any side but yours, my lady. I suffered momentary pique. I had planned to offer myself to you completely. To be your humblest slave if you so wished. And then I was turned away …’

‘I see that I acted unwisely in that. I ask your pardon for it.’

His face was illumined with a joy which almost made him handsome.

‘My lady, I swear I shall serve you with my life.’

‘At this time all I ask is that we make some agreement with the King’s enemies.’

‘They are powerful, my lady. Peter Mauclerc is bent on mischief. Hugh de Lusignan is in leading strings to his wife. Her son, Richard of Cornwall, is now in France; these rebels are planning to join with him.’

‘I know it well. And you are one of them?’

He said quickly: ‘No longer so, my lady.’

‘Are they bent on war?’

‘They could be. Mauclerc’s daughter is betrothed to the King of England. He must need support here badly to have agreed to that. But ’tis my belief that before that marriage becomes a fact the King of England will find reasons why the marriage shall not take place.’

‘But at this time Mauclerc believes it will.’

‘Mauclerc is not with our camp in Thouars at this time. It would be well to make a treaty before he joins it.’

‘Would that be possible?’

‘My lady, we could make it possible.’

‘How so?’

‘You have good bargaining counters, my lady. Ah, forgive me. It is not meet to speak thus of the children of France. There is nothing like a betrothal, an alliance, between families to bring them together.’

‘You believe this would be acceptable?’

‘If my lady would try, she would see. And no harm done if it failed. If it succeeded time would be won … time to let the young King become not so young … time to prepare for any conflict that might follow later …’

‘You give good advice, Count.’

‘I would give everything I possessed to you, my lady, and ask nothing more than that you allow me to your presence.’

‘Thank you,’ she said.

‘I will return to my camp now,’ he said. ‘And you will see that I shall serve you with all my heart.’

When he had gone she sat brooding for some time. Her thoughts were in a turmoil. He disturbed her. He really was enamoured of her – this strange plump poet who did not look in the least romantic yet wrote such beautiful verses.

In some ways she hated to make use of him. Her impulse was to dismiss him, to tell him that she wished to hear nothing of him.