The Lion of Justice - Plaidy Jean - Страница 23

‘And much good it did for you. For he returned not the silver you had lent him nor did he keep his bond to give you the Cotentin.’

‘Robert is weak. He makes promises which he believes he will fulfil and later he finds he cannot or forgets them.’

‘Normandy is now mine. I shall keep it. Do you think he will ever have the money to repay his debt?’

‘Never I So he will try to win in battle what he cannot pay for. You will need help against him when the time comes. You will need a brother to help you.’

‘That time has not come and it may well be that Robert will not return from the Crusade. And.’ went on Rufus, ‘when he would neither return the silver nor give you the land, you seized Mont St-Michel.’

‘And you both came against me and besieged me there. Brothers against brother. I wonder our father did not come back to haunt you! You would have left me to starve, William. It was Robert who helped me then. It was Robert who sent in wine for my table. If I went to Robert now, he would help me.’

‘So now we see where your legacy has gone. Most of it to Robert and the rest in attempting to defend Mont St-Michel against your brothers.’

‘Our father used to say that united we could hold everything against our enemies. It was when we divided that we put ourselves in danger.’

‘Our father is dead. He did not have our problems to deal with.’

‘He mastered all kinds of problems. He was the wisest man who ever lived.’

Henry was thinking: And he prophesied that one day I should have more than either you or Robert. That day must come...soon. How could England go on suffering under Rufus with his mincing courtiers and his crippling taxation, his lack of attention to state matters? It would not be a sin to remove him.

England needed wise rule, the sort of rule which only a clever king could give it. The Conqueror had shown what could be done. He, Henry, knew exactly how to follow in his father’s footsteps with the necessary adjustments to the times. Oh, it would be a blessing to the country if this paederast could be removed and a wise man set up in his place.

Rufus’s face had grown suddenly more scarlet. The warning veins stood out at his temples.

‘Our father chose to leave England to me. Doubtless he thought a soldier would make a better king than a lawyer.’

‘A country’s laws are more important than its wars,’ retaliated Henry. ‘Laws bring order, wars inevitably chaos.’

‘Then I can give them both. Do you think I cannot make laws? I have brought Normandy and England together. There is not the conflict between Norman and Saxon as there was at one time. The people are beginning to live peacefully...under my laws.’

Harsh cruel laws, thought Henry. Eyes put out, noses and ears sliced off. Doubtless they were necessary. If one were fair one must admit that Rufus had not done badly. He had produced some fine buildings; he had defended the country and kept it strong; it was his private life that disgusted the people, for as always the manners of the court were reflected throughout the country.

Sensual in the extreme were all the brothers, but at least Robert and Henry were so in a natural manner.

‘How think you the people like to see your brother in such straits?’

‘I think the people are not over-anxious about the condition in which you live. They know that you are made very welcome in many houses and I have heard it said that wherever Prince Henry goes there is a warm bed waiting for him.’

‘Tis good fortune for me since if I relied on my own resources I’d be sleeping under a hedge.’

‘But even there you would find a woman to comfort you. Such is my brother’s charm, Ranulf, that he has but to lift a hand and the ladies flock to him.’

‘He is a lucky Prince, lord.’

‘So lucky that he should be content with his lot, eh?’

‘Content indeed,’ echoed Ranulf.

‘But I think he would like to share my counsels. He would like to have a hand in government. Is that so, Henry?’

‘You are the King, William, the true king of this realm. All I ask is for a little help that I may live in a manner worthy of your brother.’

‘You are clever, Henry. Did we not always hear it. Robert was our mother’s darling and Richard the favourite of them both, but Henry was the clever one. The scribe, the lawyer, the scholar. Poor Rufus, he was of no account.’

‘Until Richard died,’ said Henry, ‘and then our father bestowed on you, Rufus, that which would have gone to Richard.’

‘Ay, and I have given good service to this country. Have you seen my White Tower, Henry? It would rejoice our father’s heart to see his Tower of London so embellished. Have you seen our bridge? Yes, I can be pleased with myself, for I have given good service for my inheritance. Through my laws Normans and Saxons live in peace together. That is my policy —to marry Norman to Saxon so that in a generation they become English. Why I have just given my consent to William Warren, our nephew and good Earl of Surrey, to take to wife the Saxon Princess Edith. The poor girl has been fretting her heart out in Wilton Abbey where her old aunt has been trying to make an Abbess of her. My good Norman, Warren, will take the Saxon girl. Their children will be English and that will please the people.’

Henry’s lips tightened. He thought of Edith, young, virginal, yet yielding. No, William Warren should not have Edith!

He was determined on that too. And the girl herself. She would hold out against Warren. He knew she would. His powers of fascination, at which Rufus sneered, had never been so potent as they had in the hall of Wilton Abbey.

‘And so I can expect no help from you?’ asked Henry. ‘I must go on in my impecunious way of life.’

‘I will relent. You may follow the hunt. Tomorrow we shall be in the forest. Join us there, Henry.’

‘But, brother, how can I do that when I am so poor that I have no steed suitable to hunt with you in your forest?’

‘Oh, I’ll be generous,’ said Rufus smirking at Ranulf. ‘I’ll give you permission to follow the hunt...on foot.’

Seething with rage, Henry bowed and left his brother.

* * * * *

The next day he was in the forest. How beautiful it was and how he longed to be mounted on a fiery charger to ride at the head of the party.

And here he was—the son of the Conqueror—too poor to buy a horse!

The hunt was the joy of his life as it was of all the family. They had been brought up to rejoice in the baying of the dogs and the glory of the chase. To see the bearers carrying in the deer or wild boar after the hunt was a goodly sight. Best of all was the chase itself.

He would shame his brother. People would look at him following the hunt on foot and say: ‘Poor Prince Henry has no means of living like a prince. His brother should have more respect for his brother.’

But nothing could shame Rufus. He cared not what his people said of him. If it came to his ears that they had slandered him they would lose an ear, or the right or left hand. Few dared raise a voice against him. He was absolute ruler.

The King’s nephew William Warren was at the hunt, mounted on a fine steed. When he saw Henry on foot he stared at him in astonishment. They looked at each other. Henry’s gaze was ironical. How had Warren fared when he went courting the Princess Edith?

Henry went to him and said: ‘We have not met, nephew, since Wilton.’

‘Nay.’ answered Warren sullenly.

‘A beautiful Princess...your betrothed.’

‘I am not betrothed.’

‘Not so? I found her agreeable. You are hard to please, nephew.’

‘The Princess has decided to take the veil.’

‘The veil in preference to you! I don’t believe it.’

Henry’s eyes mocked; the younger man was uneasy.

‘Perhaps she liked you not. That is hard to understand...a fine fellow like you. Could it be that her fancy has strayed elsewhere?’