The Star of Lancaster - Plaidy Jean - Страница 7

At the edge of the wood she paused to bid him good-bye and thank him.

'You shall be rewarded,' she told him. 'I will tell my uncle.*

'I shall come to the castle for my reward,' he said.

She hesitated. Perhaps that was the best way. He could go to the kitchens and be refreshed there and be satisfied.

They came to the drawbridge. There were men-at-arms there now and they bowed both to her and her companion.

Together they passed under the portcullis and into the courtyard.

He was preparing to accompany her into the hall and she said to him: Tou must go through that alley there. You will come to the kitchens. You may tell them I sent you/

*I prefer to enter by way of the hall/

'But you do not understand.'

He raised his eyebrows. He was a most unusual boy. He had, she noticed now, an air of arrogance which implied that he thought himself equal to anyone.

'My uncle ...' she began.

And at that moment her uncle came into the hall and with him was the Duke of Lancaster himself. Even at such a moment she could not help but be overawed by her guardian.

He was a tall man, commanding in appearance. His deep-set eyes were a vivid blue and his hair tawny as a lion. He had the long nose and narrow cheeks of the Plantagenets, and on his tunic was emblazoned his emblem of the lilies of France and the leopards of England.

Beside him her uncle looked insignificant.

For a moment she forgot the boy at her side and then she was afraid for him. It was one thing for him to venture into the hall of the castle but to come face to face with her uncle and the great Duke of Lancaster was another.

'It is Mary herself,* said the Earl.

She walked forward and to her astonishment so did the boy.

He stood beside the great Duke who did not display any surprise at this strange behaviour.

Apprehensively she curtseyed, wondering how she was going to explain.

The Duke lifted her up in his arms and said: 'Why, Mary, you have grown since we last met. You have already made the acquaintance of Henry.'

Henry!

The boy was smiling at her.

'We met outside the castle, my lord father,' he said. 'So ... we came in together.'

It was bewildering. The boy whom she had thought to be

some humble squire was in fact the son of the great John of Gaunt—more noble than she was. She was overcome with shame. What had she said to him!

It was all something of a joke now. He had come to the castle with his father who had been anxious to see his ward and to discover how she was getting on at Pleshy.

The Countess said: 'When my lord Lancaster heard that you were coming here he thought it would be an easy way of assuring himself that you were well and happy. It was so much easier than going to Pleshy.' She lowered her voice. 'And you know he and his brother are not on the most amicable of terms.'

It is a pity when there is conflict in families,' said Mary.

'But always inevitable. This young Henry of ours is a fine young sprig of the royal branch, do you not think? He was the cause of the trouble between the brothers. Knight of the Garter and already Earl of Derby! I am not surprised that his father dotes on him. He will be a good companion for you while you are with us, Mary.'

*I have my cousins.'

'Yes, but I am sure you will find Henry more amusing.'

It was true, she did.

At first she had reproached him for the way he had behaved in the forest.

'It was but a game,' he said. *I could not resist it. I saw you as we arrived. You were just entering the forest—which was forbidden, I am sure. I came to guard you.*

'It was deceitful not to say who you were,' she retorted.

*Oh dear. I had forgotten they are going to make a nun of you, are they not?'

'They will not make anything of me if I do not wish it.'

'Then I'll tell you something. You are not going to be a nun.'

'How do you know?'

'Because you will never agree to shut yourself away from the world. You like it too much.'

'My future is not yet decided.'

'It will be soon,' he told her, and there was laughter in his eyes.

He wanted always to be with her.

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Encounter in the Forest 37

'You neglect my cousins sorely/ she reprimanded.

'They do not mind. They are but children/

'And how old are you?'

'Soon to be fifteen/

It was indeed a few years older than she was, but he never seemed to notice that difference.

She could play as good a game of chess as he could. They would often be seated together in a corner of the great hall, their heads bent over the chess board. Sometimes the great Duke himself would stand by watching the game—applauding a good move. He seemed very contented to see them together.

She would sing to him, playing her guitar as accompaniment. His voice would join with hers; they were in perfect harmony.

The Countess said they must sing together for the company after supper and when they did so, she noticed the eyes of the great John of Gaunt glazed with emotion. He clearly had a great affection for his son and she could understand it for she was discovering that she had too.

The days passed too quickly. She knew that she would have to go back to Pleshy very soon and when she thought of returning to the old way of life she felt depressed. Perhaps Henry would come to see her at Pleshy; but if she became a nun they would not be able to meet very often.

They rode out together with a party but Henry always contrived that he and she escaped. She fancied that their elders realized this and were amused rather than displeased by it.

Then one day when they had escaped from the party and were riding in the forest they came to the clearing where they had sat on that first occasion.

Henry suggested that they tether the horses and sit in the same spot for a while as he had something to say to her.

'You will soon be going back to Pleshy,' he began.

She sighed. 'Alas yes. My stay here has been longer already than I thought it would be. I shall be returning soon, I am sure.'

'I too shall be leaving here with my father.'

'It has been such a happy time.'

Tor us both,' said Henry. 'Mary, you will not go into a convent, will you?'

*I am unsure .. /

He turned to her passionately, and putting his arms about her held her close to him. *Oh Mary,' he whispered, 'you can't do that. Promise you will not.'

*Why should it mean ... so much to you?* she asked rather breathlessly.

'Because I want to marry you.'

'To marry me. Oh Henry .. /

'Does that please you?'

She looked about her at the stark branches of the trees which she loved and she thought the forest of Arundel was the most beautiful place in the world.

'You have answered,' he said. 'It does please you.'

'So much,' she said. *I have never in my life been so happy as I have since you came.'

'Then it is settled.'

'What is settled? I shall have to go away from here and so will you.'

'We shall be married,' he said.

'Married. How can we be? I cannot marry ... just like that.'

'Why not?'

'It would never be allowed.'

'I can tell you that my father will not forbid it and he is your guardian.'

'How can you know that?'

'He has told me.'

'So ... you have talked with him.'

'Only because I was so eager. I felt if I could get his consent that would be all we needed.'

'And ... he has given it.'

'He loves you. He says you have been his ward and now you will be his daughter.'

'Is this truly so?'

'It is indeed. He has been delighted by the way in which we have grown to love each other. He says he sees no reason why we should not marry ... soon.'

'Henry I am not yet eleven years old.'