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He sent for Eleonore. Because she was clever and could read and write – a rare accomplishment – because she already seemed to regard herself as the potential ruler of Aquitaine, because her mind was agile and to be admired as much as her beauty, he had talked to her for some time as he would have talked with some of his ministers.

She came in from the warm sun into the comparative chill of the castle, wrinkling her nose a little for the smell of rushes after the rose garden was none too pleasant. She would order the serving-man to sweeten the place. It should have been done a week ago. Rushes quickly became unpleasantly odorous.

Her father would be in his apartment which was reached by a staircase at the end of the great hall. This hall itself was the main room of the castle. It stretched from one end to the other and it reached up to the rafters. The ducal apartments were small in comparison for it was in the hall with its thick stone walls and narrow slits of windows that the court spent most of its time. Here courtiers danced and played the harp and sang; here the ladies sat and embroidered as they told tales and sang their songs; and because the castle could not accommodate them all they lived in houses close by where they could be within reach of the court.

Eleonore mounted the stairs to her father’s apartment.

He stood up as she entered and, placing his hands on her shoulders, drew her to him and kissed her forehead.

‘My daughter,’ he said, ‘I would speak with you.’

‘I guessed it, Father, since you asked me to come to you.’

Some might have said commanded. Eleonore must be asked, never commanded, and graciously she granted the request.

Her father smiled at her. He would not have had her otherwise.

‘You know, Eleonore, my dear daughter, that I am deeply concerned.’

‘For what reason?’

‘I have no male heir.’

She lifted her head proudly. ‘And why should you need a male heir when you have a daughter?’

‘Aye, a fine daughter. Mistake me not. I am aware of your qualities. But men seem to follow men.’

‘They will be made to see that there are times when for their good they must follow a woman.’

He smiled at her. ‘I doubt not that you would make them understand that.’

‘Then, Father, you have no problem. Come to the gardens and you shall hear my minstrels sing my latest song.’

‘A treat I shall enjoy, my dear daughter. But it is suggested to me by my ministers that my duty lies in marriage.’

Eleonore’s eyes blazed in sudden anger. Another marriage! A half-brother to displace her! That was something she would do everything in her power to prevent.

She loved this fair land of Aquitaine. The people adored her. When she rode out they came out of their cottages to see her, to give many a heartfelt cheer. She believed that they would never feel so warmly towards any but herself.

Oh, she was a woman and it may be that her sex was against her; but her grandfather, Duke William IX, had loved women, idealised women; he had instituted the Courts of Love; he had composed poetry and songs in favour of love, and women had been the most important factor in his life.

So why should not the next ruler of Aquitaine be a duchess instead of a duke? It was what the people wanted. She herself wanted it; and Eleonore had already made up her mind that what she wanted she would have.

‘And if you married,’ she cried, ‘how could you be sure that you would get this male heir by which you set such store?’

‘I am content with my daughters.’ He quailed before her fury, which was in itself ridiculous. He, a father and a duke, to be overawed by a girl, and his daughter at that! Why should he feel this need to placate her? ‘It is my ministers …’ he began feebly.

‘Then your ministers must needs mind their own affairs.’

‘Dear daughter, this is an affair of the Duchy.’

‘Very well then, marry, and I’ll swear you will soon be making a pilgrimage to some saint’s shrine asking for a fruitful marriage.’

‘A pilgrimage?’

‘’Tis the custom. But I wonder at you. You have sins to answer for, Father. You need redemption even as my grandfather did.’

‘I never lived the life he did.’

‘His sins were committed in the Courts of Love. There are others which have to be answered for. You have offended many, Father. It may be that the prayers of your enemies would be answered, prayers for retribution and not yours for forgiveness of your sins.’

‘Daughter, you turn all to your advantage.’

‘Mayhap I uphold the truth. I was ever one who liked plain speaking and always shall.’

‘So then let us have plain speaking. You are the heiress of Aquitaine and are determined to remain so.’

‘It is my wish and natural in me. A poor ruler I should be if I did not view the loss of my inheritance with abhorrence. If you marry and there is male issue I should be displaced.

The people would regret it.’

‘Nay, they would not regret my giving them a duke.’

‘First you have to get your little duke, and God has shown you in two marriages that it is daughters for you.’

‘If you believe this you will not be disturbed at the prospect of my marrying.’

‘I shall be disturbed by your disappointment, Father.’

He laughed at her. ‘My dear Eleonore, you are a diplomatist already. And you but fourteen years of age!’

‘I have made full use of my fourteen years, sir, and something tells me that God will never give you a male child.’

‘Have you become a prophet then?’

‘Nay. So many royal lords marry for sons. There was the King of England, think how he strove for a son. And what happened? His marriage was barren. There was a man who had scattered his bastards throughout the realms of England and Normandy, but he had one legitimate son who was drowned at sea and never could beget another. God denied his dearest wish, as he may well deny you yours. I believe that Henry of England regretted his second marriage. Of what good was it? It did not bring him the very thing he married for. Sons.’

‘He was a man who had led a life of great immorality.’

‘He and your father were alike in that. Perhaps he did not repent enough and so Heaven turned a deaf ear on his entreaties.’

‘I am no Henry I of England.’

‘Nay, Father, you are not. But you stood out against the Pope. It may be that he is asking Heaven not to grant your wishes for that very reason.’

The Duke was silent. He had wondered the same himself. Was Heaven against him for supporting Anacletus I against Innocent I when almost the entire world agreed that Innocent was the true Pope? He had been forced to give in in time, but it would be remembered against him.

When Henry of England had died and Stephen of Blois had proclaimed himself king, the Duke had joined forces with Geoffrey of Anjou and sought to subdue Normandy and bring that disturbed dukedom to Geoffrey, the husband of Matilda, Henry’s daughter who many said had more right to England – and Normandy – than the upstart Stephen. And what had followed? Bitter defeat!

He, like his father, had never been a man to indulge in warfare. Aquitaine had been secure for generations and its people enjoyed a peaceful life. The Duke had hated war.

He could not forget the sight of men dying around him; the heart-rending wailing of women and children driven from their homes.

Could it be that he had offended God and that until he received absolution he could not hope for a son?

He wanted to explain to this vital girl of his why he wanted a male heir. He wanted her to understand the difficulties that could befall a woman. She never would because she saw no difficulties. Yet they were there.

He wanted to see a son growing to manhood, a son who would take the reins of government in his hands before his father died. That would give continued peace to Aquitaine.