The Follies of the King - Plaidy Jean - Страница 9

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wonderful it would be to spend it together. Edward had a special cotehardie for his friend. It was set with the most valuable jewels he could find. How delighted Perrot would be with that. He could scarcely wait to give it to him.

He lay dreaming of the joy in store for his dear friend.

But Gaveston’s thoughts were on another prize.

‘You know, dearest boy,’ he said, ‘that you will soon have to go to France.’

Edward pouted. ‘Oh pray, Perrot, do not remind me it.’

‘You will not stay long, just long enough to pay your respects to the King of France and marry his daughter. Then you will return to your Perrot. But while you are away there must be a Regent. You will have to appoint him before you go.’

‘You know who that will be, Perrot— my cousin Lancaster.’

‘Old Fiddler! Oh no, that must not be.’

‘It will be only for a short time. I know he is stupid but there will be plenty around him to keep him in order.’

‘Dear lord, you know that I have beaten three so-called champions in

combat. I have shown myself to be superior them, have I not?’

‘Indeed you have, Perrot.’

Gaveston seized the King’s arm. ‘Then give me this chance. Show your trust in me. Let me hold the power for you while you are away from these shores.

Only that can give me a crumb of comfort.’

‘Perrot! They would never agree?’

‘Why, my lord? Who would dare to disagree with the King?’

‘They will say that it should naturally go to Lancaster.’

‘Let them say what they will. It is for you to bestow the Regency on

whomsoever you wish. And I venture to believe that you have more trust in me than in the Fiddler or Burst Belly or even the Mad Hound.’

‘By God’s ears, Perrot, I’ll do it.’

‘Oh my lord, my sweet lord.’

‘You are content then, Perrot?’

‘Content when my lord plans to leave me? even though it will be brief? It

must be brief. How can I live without you? But I will take the Regency and I will say this is a symbol of his trust in me and believe me, dearest lord, it will not be the power which comes to me in which I shall delight but the knowledge of the trust my dear lord has in me.’

‘Oh Perrot, Perrot, I shall soon be back with you.’

Gaveston grimaced. ‘A husband. Fancy that, lord. You will come back with

a wife.’

‘What you have, I shall have. Nothing more.’

‘Let us hope,’ said Gaveston gaily, ‘that our wives will be good friends and that their friendship will compensate them for their husband’s neglect.’

Gaveston was feeling intoxicated with power. He had not really believed it.

Surely Edward would have stopped at the Regency. It was clear though that

there was no end to his infatuation.

This, said Gaveston to himself, is but a beginning.

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The lords had met. Among them were Warwick and Lancaster and, still

licking their wounds, Hereford, Sussex and Arundel.

They were incredulous.

‘It can’t be true,’ cried Arundel. ‘The Regency. This upstart. My God,

Thomas, it should be you.’

‘I cannot think what madness has beset my cousin,’ said Lancaster. ‘I had

naturally assumed that I should be the one.’

‘Gaveston,’ cried Hereford, ‘to be put above us all. This nobody. It’s a

madness.’

It was Warwick who begged them to be calm.

‘He can do little harm. We shall see to that and It will not be long before the King returns.’

‘And if he attempts to rule the country? and us?’ asked Hereford.

‘We shall know how to deal with him,’ answered Warwick.

‘Nay, the King will return a husband. His bride is noted for her beauty.

Philip will have them married with great pomp and when the King has a

beautiful wife he will grow away from Gaveston.’

‘Do you think he will ever grow away from Gaveston?’ asked Arundel.

Warwick’s dark eyes glowed suddenly. ‘If he does not, my lord, it will be

our duty to see that Gaveston is removed.’

Removed. A good word. It covered so many meanings. That was what they

were all thinking as they looked at Warwick.

Little flecks of foam were visible on his chin. The Mad Hound, Gaveston had called him. They remembered Warwick’s words. ‘He will find that the Mad Hound can destroy him.’

Perhaps it would not come to that. Who could say? Warwick was smiling

almost blandly.

‘Give the King a beautiful wife. If anyone can change him, can take him

away from this passion for Gaveston, Isabella can.’

There was a sense of relief in the room. Warwick was right. Edward was

young yet. He was weak; easily influenced, and Gaveston, they all had to admit, was clever.

Marriage was the answer. Beautiful Isabella would save the King.

‘We must impress on the King that he should leave without delay,’ said

Arundel.

‘So that,’ went on Lancaster, ‘on his return we can go ahead with plans for the coronation.’

They nodded.

They were convinced— most of them— that Isabella might well make a

good husband and father of Edward, and so weaken and, hopefully, destroy the evil influence of Piers Gaveston.

THE QUEEN’S DISCOVERY

THESE were days for the Princess Isabella and she was gratified to be the

centre of attention. They were all so pleased about the proposed match; and so was she? for she had heard her bridegroom-to-be was one of the most

handsome in the world. She had never seen him but those who had assured her that there had been no exaggeration of his good looks.

‘He is tall,’ they said, ‘with flaxen hair. He is just like his father and he was known in his youth to be a fine-looking man. You will be a Queen,’ they went on. ‘Queen of England? think of that.’

She had thought about it and it pleased her. She patted her luxuriant curls and assured herself that she would be a good match for this handsome man, for she was an acknowledged beauty herself. She had seen even her father’s eyes soften at the sight of her and everyone knew what a ruthless man he was! He was the most powerful King in Europe and her mother had been a Queen in her own right before she had married, so no one could be more highly born than the Princess Isabella.

It was only to be expected that because of her outstanding beauty she would make a grand match.

Her brothers— Louis, who was always quarrelling, Philip, who was tall and

aloof and Charles who was so good-looking that they were already calling him Le Bel, a title which in her father’s heyday had been given to him— were pleased with the match. So were her uncles Charles de Valois and Louis

d’Evreux. In fact the uncles were to go to England when she and her bridegroom left for his country.

She was glad of that. It would make the parting less acute although of course she had always known that, as a Princess, she would have to leave her home one day. It was the fate of all princesses. It had not worried her unduly, and even though at this time she was barely sixteen years old she was prepared for what life would offer. Her strong-minded mother, who never forgot that she was the Queen of Navarre as well as France, and her ruthless father had endowed her with something of their own natures, and she was quite ready to hold her own position in whatever society she found herself.

She only had to see her reflection to receive assurance and if she could not have seen for herself in her mirror, the eyes of the men at her father’s court told her that without doubt was possessed of a rare attraction.

Five years previously she had been solemnly betrothed to Edward, Prince of Wales. This had taken place in Paris and she remembered it well. The Count of Savoy and the Earl of Lincoln had represented the Prince of Wales and her

father had given his blessing and her hand to the heir of England. It had been a very impressive moment when she had placed her hand in that of Pere Gill, the Archbishop of Narbonne, who had stood proxy for Edward. From that moment

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