‘Perhaps they will refuse to confess,’ said Edward. ‘What then?’
‘Then there will be further torture and that such that such as few can withstand. I have heard that many have lost the use of their feet after being submitted to a certain form of treatment which the soles of the feet are greased and set in a screen which is placed before a fire. I have heard that the slow burning is one of the most agonizing tortures devised by men. There are many others―’
‘I do not wish to hear of them,’ cried Edward. ‘Walter, I do not wish that the Templars in England shall be arrested. Perhaps they could be warned. Perhaps they could give up some of their wealth― but I do not wish them to be tortured or burned at the stake, I am sure Perrot would agree with me if he were here.’
‘Ah, Perrot!’ sighed Walter. ‘But what good news of him in Ireland!’
Edward brightened. ‘I am so proud of him. Even Mad Dog Warwick had to admit that the news was good. The way in which he dealt with the rebellion in Munster was magnificent.’
Walter nodded. ‘If he goes on like this, my lord, you might suggest he comes back.’
‘Do you think they would listen?’
‘Who knows? They might be ready to. Let him go on for a while as he has begun and even his worst enemies won’t be able to deny that he has made a good job of Ireland.’
Edward forgot the distress he felt at the treatment of the Templars in contemplation of that glorious possibility.
But when he sat with his council and expressed his views regarding the Templars, he was pleased to find that the majority of his ministers agreed with him.
* * *
Each day there was news of the terrible fate that was befalling the Templars in France and of how many were arrested and taken before the council set up by the Archbishop of Sens. Some would not confess to their alleged sins even under the most violent torture and were taken to the stakes which were set up all over Paris and burned to death.
Nothing was too revolting to be laid at their door, and their enemies were hard put to it to think up new crimes committed. Many of them were escaping from France and that did not suit Philip.
He wanted the entire Order wiped out. He demanded that other countries follow his lead; he was most displeased at the attitude of his son-in-law. His greatest advantage came from his puppet the Pope. The Templars must be destroyed, thundered Clement. Excommunication could well be the wages of those who ignored the command.
The threat of excommunication could always arouse alarm. Edward was persuaded by his ministers that although he might defy his father-in-law , he could not defy the Pope. That the Pope was acting on the instructions of the King of France was true, but behind the Pope was the image of the Holy See and the people feared it.
There was a half-hearted attempt in England to suppress the Templars but this could not be allowed to proceed and in a short time the Pope had sent his inquisitors to deal with the matter. It was the first time that the Inquisition had been set up in England; many determined at that time that it should never come to their shores again and by great good fortune, it never did. It brought with it a change in the attitude of people. Fear had come into the land. There had been persecution before of course; there was cruelty; but the sinister inquisitors shrouded in religious fervour with their instruments of torture and their secret administrations had brought something to the country which had never been there before.
The Inquisition did not lack victims. Countless arrests were made. The tales of what happened in those sombre chambers of pain were whispered in dark corners. Insecurity was in the air.
Edward had said that he would have no burnings at the stake and it was ordained that the Templars should be disbanded, their property confiscated and they could find places where they could settle into civil life.
The Templars could not believe their good fortune for they were well aware of what was happening in France. True, they must find new ways of existence but at least they had been left with their lives.
The Inquisition finally departed from England to the great relief of the people.
Never, never, they vowed, should it come to these shores again Meanwhile the horrible tortures persisted in France and the Grand Master himself suffered. He was in his seventies and to the delight of the King of France could not stand up to torture and was ready to confess anything of which he might be accused, but it was not possible for Philip to consign him to the flames. He must receive his sentence of death from the Pope. That would come in due course. Meanwhile Philip concerned himself with lesser men and revelled in their property which was more than even he had dared hope.
Edward had replenished his exchequer also, which gave him much relief, but was glad he had not the sin of murder on his conscience.
His behavior over the matter of the Templars had brought him a certain popularity with the people. In fact, they had always been fond of him and had blamed Gaveston for the troubles in the kingdom. When he rode out with the Queen he was cheered, and seeing them together the people thought that the scandalous affair of the king and Gaveston was over now.
If the Queen could give birth to a son, they would be popular indeed.
* * *
In his heart, Edward did not greatly care. All he wanted was the return of Gaveston and he began to plan for his return.
Perrot was clever. He was doing so well in Ireland that even his greatest enemy— Warwick perhaps— had to admit that this was so.
As for Edward, he sought to placate those very men who had dismissed Perrot, and they were not unwilling to be placated. He was after all the King and the King’s friendship must mean a good deal to them all. Edward was realizing more and more that there was only one thing he desired— that was the return of Gaveston, and he was ready to do anything to bring it about.
His friendship with Walter Reynolds had always been a source of irritation to the nobility who deplored the King’s partiality for those of humble birth. He had recently made Walter Bishop of Worcester and had actually attended the consecration by Archbishop Winchelsey at Canterbury. That was a great mark of favour. Walter was well known as a crony of the King and Gaveston; he was standing with Edward now against the barons and was believed to be working for the return of Gaveston. So it was clever of Edward to send him off on a papal mission to the Court of Avignon where he would have to remain for some time. That was not all. There was one man whom Gaveston’s enemies were very eager to see removed from his position near the King. This was Hugh le Despenser. He had been dismissed from the council at the time of Gaveston’s banishment but he still remained close to the King.
The departure of Walter Reynolds had so pleased the barons that Edward had another idea which he confided to Hugh.
‘My dear friend,’ he said, ‘you know my regard for you. You must never think that it has faltered. I am a faithful friend I trust, to those who serve me well.’
‘Your fidelity to the Earl of Cornwall can never have been surpassed,’ said Hugh.
‘Ah Perrot! How I miss him. But he will come back to us, Hugh. I am determined on it.’
‘I pray so night and day, my lord.’
‘I know you are our good friend, Hugh. That is why you will understand what I am going to do. I must have Perrot back. I shall die if he does not come to me soon. I have sent Walter to France. Did you see the effect of that? They could not believe it and they took it as a sign that I have reformed my ways and am going to be the sort of King they want me to be.’
‘I have noticed it, my lord. Walter was desolate to go and you to lose him.’
‘He understands, as you must, Hugh. I am going to dismiss you.’
Hugh’s face was blank. He was so eager not to show his emotions.
‘It will seem that you no longer please me as a close friend, but that is untrue. You must understand that. I shall be seen everywhere with Isabella.
Please understand what this means to me. I must have Perrot back.’
‘I understand well, m
y lord. You will win the barons and the Queen to your side and then you will say that there is no reason why the Earl of Cornwall should not come back. He has proved himself an able lieutenant and good servant of the country; and you must have grown out of your infatuation with him for you are dismissing your old friends and becoming a good husband to the Queen.’
‘You have it, Hugh. Do you think it will work?’
Hugh was thoughtful for a while. Then he said: ‘It may well. As for myself, although I shall be desolate to be dismissed, I am ready to do anything in your service.’
The King embraced Hugh.
‘My dear good friend, I shall not forget this.’
* * *
The barons were as Edward had foreseen, duly impressed by these signs of reformation but they were not to be entirely deceived.
The King was too extravagant. There were too many Court officials who had too much power. The laws of justice needed revising and there should be more drastic action against those who debased the coin. In fact the barons drew up a long list of necessary changes.
When these were presented to him Edward said: ‘I would be ready to agree to these on one condition.’
‘And what condition is this, my lord?’ asked Warwick.
‘That the Earl of Cornwall return to England and his estates be restored to him.’
There were grave faces round the table but he could see that some of them wavered. They agreed that they would like to discuss the matter if the King would give his permission. All gracious charm and tolerance, the King agreed.
They came back to him. He could see that Lincoln was half apologetic, but Warwick was adamant. He would be. He had never forgiven Perrot for his success at the tournament and most of all for giving him the nickname of the Mad Hound. Warwick was a strong man and Warwick was firm in his denunciation of Gaveston and stressed his determination not to allow him back in the country.
Edward could have wept with rage. He wanted to arrest Warwick and have him sent to the Tower. But he had grown wily in his great desire to bring Gaveston back.
He bowed his head and accepted the judgment of the barons. So the time had not yet come.
But the next day, three of the barons asked for an audience. They were Lincoln, Pembroke and Surrey.
Lincoln was growing more and more unwieldy. Poor old Burst Belly!
Edward could hear Perrot’s derisive voice and the longing for him was almost unbearable. Then there was Aymer de Valence, Earl of Pembroke, who thought himself royal because his father was the half-brother of Henry II. Perrot had had a nickname for him too; Joseph the Jew because he was dark, of pallid complexion and had a hooked nose. Then there was John de Warenne, Earl of Surrey, one of those whom Perrot had defeated at the tournament Lincoln was their spokesman. He had come tell Edward that he and his friends deplored the enmity which appeared to exist between the King and the barons and since the King had shown himself willing to accept their reforms they would show their appreciation by agreeing to his side of the bargain.
Edward felt dizzy with joy. He had succeeded. Oh, clever he had been. Soon Perrot would be in his arms. they would laugh together when he heard of Edward’s cunning diplomacy. To think that he could win over old Burst Belly to their side. The Mad Dog was still foaming venom at the mouth, but a plague on the Mad Dog. They would get along very well without him.
‘Piers Gaveston has it seems done well in Ireland.’ said Pembroke. ‘It may well be that he has grown serious-minded and changed his ways.’
‘Oh God forbid that he should do that,’ prayed Edward. ‘Let my Perrot return to me exactly as he was when he went away.’
‘His titles must be restored to him,’ said Edward, a trill of happiness in his voice.
‘It would be well,’ advised the ponderous Lincoln, ‘for him to behave with greater decorum than he did before he went away.’
‘He has learned his lesson,’ said Edward; and he thought: And so have I!
Once you are back, sweet Perrot, there shall be no more wanderings.
‘I can promise you he will,’ said the King.
Surrey held up a hand. Edward guessed that he had come scarcely of his own free will. He reckoned they had had to argue with him, placate him. He would never forgive Perrot for defeating him at Wallingford and snatching his championship from him forever.
Surrey said: ‘Gaveston will have to tread with the utmost caution.’’
‘I promise you he shall,’ cried Edward.
It was clear that they had agreed reluctantly to the return of Gaveston.
* * *
Edward lost no time. He sent the messenger without delay. Come back, brother Perrot. I am waiting for you.
Edward went to Chester. That beautiful city which was to be their meeting place. Gaveston meanwhile had left Ireland immediately. He came like a great warrior, for he retained his love of pomp and ceremony— with himself at the centre. He landed at Milford Haven with a retinue of followers― Irish, English and Gascons.
Impatiently, the King waited for him. He stood on the top of that wall which had been built by Marcius, King of the British, and looked out for the coming of his friend. He walked the two red-stoned miles of the walls and had climbed old square tower of Julius Caesar when finally he saw Gaveston coming.
He called for a horse and galloped out to meet him.
There they embraced.
‘Perrot! Perrot, my beloved. At last you are home.’
Gaveston looked eagerly into the King’s face. ‘Nothing has changed,’ he said. ‘Tell me nothing has changed.’
‘It is as it always was, dear friend,’ the King assured him.
* * *
The Queen was incensed. So they had brought back Gaveston! Edward was completely infatuated with him. So far, she was not pregnant. If she had been she could have been more reconciled. It was maddening that she, one of the most beautiful of queens, should be so neglected. One day she would have her revenge.
If she had not been a queen, she would have taken a lover. There were plenty who would be ready to risk a great deal for her. But no, even she dared not. There must be no doubts as to the royalty of her children. It was to be the old battle with Gaveston again.
She realized with a certain exultation that Gaveston was a fool. He had suffered banishment more than once and he should have been warned; but it seemed the man’s overweening vanity would be his downfall as it had on previous occasions. One would have thought that having felt the power of the barons he would have done his best to keep in their good graces. Heaven knew they had been given grudgingly enough. But no! Edward’s Perrot could not forget that he was the King’s favourite; he wanted to rule the country through the King and this was what he was attempting to do. As for poor besotted Edward he could deny his minion nothing. It was nauseating.
But she could watch with amusement because she knew that Gaveston’s downfall could not be far off. It was her duty to lure Edward to her bed when she could. She had impressed on him the need to get children and he did realize this. God, she thought, if this were not the case, I would scorn you, Edward Plantagenet. Do you think I have no pride? I, a Princess of France, to be set aside for a low-born adventurer?
In her heart, though, she knew that one day she would be revenged.
Meanwhile she watched foolish Gaveston prance about the Court. She saw the offence he gave to high and low. He was becoming more and more insolent every day and would talk audibly of Monsieur Boele Crevée in the presence of the Earl of Lincoln, calling attention to the Earl’s enormous paunch and although humbler men might take up the soubriquet of Burst Belly, they did not admire Gaveston for using it.
Gaveston’s brother-in-law, the Earl of Gloucester been a good friend to him once, irritated him ; and he had the impudence to dub him a whore’s son, which was a slight on his mother— Joanna, the King’s aunt.
Gaveston believed that the great esteem which the King had for him entitled him to behave exactly as he felt inclined by the mo
od of the moment.
Let him, thought Isabella. He is sharpening the axe which will one day sever that insolent head from his shoulders.
* * *
Gaveston had been back but three months when Edward called a council to appear in York. It was disconcerting when a number of the barons, led by Lancaster, refused to appear and when the King demanded to know the reason why, he was told quite bluntly that it was because of Gaveston’s presence.
‘They are all jealous of me,’ said Gaveston blithely. ‘They envy me your lordship’s love.’
But he did not really think that was the reason. They envied him because he was richer, more handsome and so much more clever than they were.
‘A plague on their council,’ he added. ‘Come sit, my lord, and let us talk of other matters than this dreary community of slow-witted oafs.’
Edward said: ‘You must not talk so of my relations, wicked one.’
‘As I have told you many times, my lord, the perfections allotted to your family were all saved for you.’
So they laughed and snapped their fingers at the barons, but knew that they were moving towards a repetition of what had happened before.
‘Let us do a play for Christmas,’ suggested Gaveston. ‘What say you, my lord?’
‘You know how to divert me.’
‘Then we will go to Langley and have Christmas there together. Oh how the thought of that pleases me!’
‘It fills me with great joy to have you back with me,’ said Edward.
So they spent Christmas at Langley, in Hertfordshire, and they were very merry and for days they were happy together. Edward showered gifts on Gaveston and calculating their worth, Gaveston felt it was indeed a pleasant Christmas that they spent at Langley.
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