The Follies of the King

by Виктория Холт

  It was an uneasy situation. Isabella watched it with calculating eyes. She was aware that the Despensers were creeping farther and farther into the King’s favour and the measure of their success was reflected in their attitude towards her. She was not entirely sure but she believed she detected a veiled insolence.

  Trouble in the north broke out and this meant that all attention was focused on the border. Edward marched north with Lancaster to besiege Berwick.

  Isabella and her ladies were left behind in Brotherton, a village near York. She was growing impatient. She was advancing well into her twenties; she had three children, born as she often thought, in humiliation. She, reckoned to be the most beautiful princess in Europe at one time, and none could deny she was still a handsome woman, was a notoriously neglected wife. She would never ever forgive Edward for the humiliation he had made her suffer. The people of England loved her— but it was partly because they were sorry for her. Well, one day she was going to make use of that sympathy. She was going to show Edward that she had always despised him, and that she had borne her children out of expediency. Her nature had revolted. She could not deeply love those children, because they were Edward’s too and conceived in necessity. But she was devoted to her first-born, which might have been due to the fact that all her hopes rested on him. She visualized the day when he might stand with her against his father. During her stay in Woodstock she had thought of herself as resembling Eleanor of Aquitaine whose sons had stood with her against their father.

  There was a commotion below. Men were riding into the courtyard. Starting to her feet she went down to see what was happening and was startled to find men she recognized as the servants of the Archbishop of York.

  ‘Something has happened,’ she cried.

  ‘My lady,’ said the spokesman of the men who she saw were troops, ‘the Archbishop has sent us with all speed. He begs you to prepare to leave without delay. The Black Douglas is at hand with ten-thousand of his men and it seems that his plan is to take you hostage.’

  Hostage to Black Douglas! A great soldier and patriot with a complexion so dark that it had earned him his name. Her eyes sparkled at the thought of adventure. At least she thought Black Douglas was a man.

  ‘Is this indeed so,’ she said. ‘And how has this come to your knowledge?’

  ‘My lady, if you will prepare to leave at once you shall hear all when you are safe.’

  She hesitated.

  ‘There is a force of loyal troops surrounding the castle,’ said the spokesman.

  ‘You must leave at once or you will be in acute danger. The Scots are uncouth.

  They might not know how to treat a Queen.’

  In less than an hour she was riding away from the castle in the company of the Archbishop’s men.

  It was then that she heard what had happened. One of the Scottish scouts had been discovered in the town and because of his strange accent suspected. He was taken to the Archbishop and asked to explain his business. This he could not do to the Archbishop’s satisfaction and finally on being threatened with torture he had admitted that Black Douglas was marching on York, his plan being to abduct the Queen and hold her prisoner.

  When she arrived in York she was greeted by the Archbishop who was delighted to have saved her but at the same time he believed that it would be dangerous for her to stay and that she should leave at once for Nottingham.

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  The King had expressed little concern for Isabella. She was aware of this and hated him for it. She remembered how distraught he had been when Gaveston had been threatened and how he had once left her behind at Scarborough in his need to escape with his beloved friend. If Hugh le Despenser had been threatened he would have been in a state of panic.

  Oh yes, indeed, it was unforgivable.

  Edward could not continue the Scottish war. The Scots could not be driven out of Yorkshire. They had a grand leader in Bruce and what the English lacked was just such leadership. Edward was weak; Lancaster was little better. It was a sorry time for England.

  Edward had been forced to suggest a two-year truce with Scotland, and rather to his surprise Bruce had agreed. He did not know then that Bruce was becoming alarmed by the state of his health. Years before he had been in contact with lepers and the dreadful disease had begun to show itself. It was alarming and he needed rest from the rigours of a soldier’s life and for this reason he was ready enough to agree.

  Edward was jubilant. He was the sort of man who could live happily in the moment and shut his eyes to the disasters threatening the future which to the discerning eye would appear to be inevitable. He was behaving as foolishly over Hugh le Despenser as he had over Gaveston and the lesson of that earlier relationship appeared to have made no impression on him. The Despensers were as greedy as Gaveston had been, as power-hungry and because of this, growing as unpopular with the people.

  He will never learn, thought Isabella.

  She was pleased that Edward was to go to France to pay homage to the King — Isabella’s brother Philip V— for Ponthieu. It would give her an opportunity of sounding Philip and trying to discover how much help she could get from him if she should need it. She wondered whether it might be possible one day to place herself at the head of those barons who had had enough of the King and the Despensers. She had often thought of it when Gaveston had been alive, but it had not been possible then. At that time she had not been the mother of two fine boys. Young Edward was growing up long-legged and flaxen-haired like his father and his grandfather; he was also showing a certain seriousness which seemed to please everyone.

  She had heard it said: ‘That one is going to be Great Edward over again.’

  That was what she liked to hear.

  Now there was the journey to Amiens. She liked to travel and in her own country she was always greeted with loyal affection. She noticed that the people were less effusive towards Edward. It was natural. News of his neglect of her would have reached the country and the people were offended on her account.

  It was pleasant to be at the French Court again. She found it more graceful than that of England. The clothes of the women were more elegant. She was ashamed of her own and determined to have some gowns made to wear in France and take back with her.

  Edward did the necessary homage and she had an opportunity of talking alone to her brother.

  Poor Philip! He looked far from well. His skin was yellowish and he had aged beyond his years. He had only been on the throne for four years and it seemed as though he were going the same way as Le Hutin.

  ‘You are much thinner, Philip,’ she told him ‘Have you consulted your doctors?’

  Philip shrugged his shoulders. ‘They are determined I am to die shortly. The curse, sister.’

  ‘I should snap your fingers at them and tell them you refuse to die at the command of Jacques de Molai.’

  ‘Do not mention that name,’ said Philip quickly. ‘No one does. It is unlucky.’

  Isabella shook her head. If she had been in her brother’s place she would have shouted that name from the turrets. She would have called defiance on the Grand Master. She would have let the people of France see that she could curse louder than the dead Templars.

  But she was not subject to the curse.

  ‘Charles is waiting to step into my shoes,’ said Philip ‘That will be years hence and perhaps never.’

  Philip shook his head. ‘I think not. And then― his turn will come. Tell me of England, sister.’

  ‘Need you ask? You know the kind of man I married.’

  ‘He still ignores you and prefers the couch of his chamberlain to yours?’

  ‘I would my father had married me to a man.’

  ‘He married you to England, sister. You are a Queen, remember.’

  ‘A Queen― who is of no importance! I hate these Despensers.’

  ‘The two of them?’

  “Father and son. He dotes on them both but it is of course the pretty young man who is his pet.’
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  ‘Well, sister, you have a fine boy.’

  She nodded and whispered: ‘Yes, brother. I rejoice. Two boys and young Edward growing more like his grandfather every day. People comment on this.’

  ‘What England needs now is another First Edward.’

  ‘What England does not need is the Second Edward.’

  ‘But that is what it has, Isabella.’

  ‘Perhaps not always. Perhaps not for much longer.’

  He was startled. ‘What mean you?’

  ‘There is whispering against him. The barons hate the Despensers as much as I do. If it should come to― conflict―’

  She saw her brother’s face harden and she thought: How wrong I was to expect help from him. All he is concerned with is his miserable curse.

  ‘It would be wise for you to continue to please him.’

  ‘Continue! I never began to.’

  ‘Oh come, sister, you have three children by him.’

  ‘Begotten in shame.’

  ‘You should not talk so. They are his and yours.’

  ‘They are indeed. But what I have to endure―’

  ‘Princes and princesses must always accept their fates, sister.’

  What was the use of trying to get help from Philip?

  But there was one other who was brought to her notice during that visit to France. This was Adam of Orlton, Bishop of Hereford, who conveyed to her that he had great admiration for her fortitude regarding her relationship with the King.

  It was not long before they were finding opportunities of talking together.

  He deplored the state of the country and the troubles between the barons. He hinted that he thought the Despensers were responsible for a great deal of the people’s growing dissatisfaction.

  ‘My lady,’ he said, ‘It is the affair of Piers Gaveston over again.’

  How she agreed with him! How she longed to talk of her ambitions, but she was too wily for that.

  So she let him talk.

  He told her that there were growing suspicions of Lancaster.

  ‘I have heard it whispered, my lady, that he has been in communication with Robert the Bruce who has paid him bribes to work with him against the King.’

  ‘I cannot believe it. Lancaster would never work against England, and Robert the Bruce is hard put to it to pay his soldiers. How could he afford bribes?’

  ‘It is something which is being said,’ the Bishop replied. ‘It may be that Lancaster thinks he knows the way to bring about peace with Scotland better than the King. It is a fact that when the Scots make raids into England they never touch Lancaster’s land.’

  ‘I must look into this,’ said the Queen. ‘Have you told the King?’

  ‘My lady, I thought it wiser to tell you.’

  She was exultant. What did that mean? Could it really be that men were beginning to turn away from the King and look to her?

  She felt the trip to Amiens had been successful even though she realized that she would get little help from the King of France.

  The Despensers must have been aware of the resentment against them, but so blind were they to anything but their personal gain and their certainty that they had the King in leading strings that they ignored the warnings.

  It was the trouble over the Gloucester inheritance which brought matters to a head. The three brothers-in-law were still squabbling over their shares when young Hugh in a rage seized Newport which belonged to Hugh of Audley.

  Audley complained to Lancaster who, believing that his prestige had been restored since the affair with Warenne whom he had beaten so unreservedly, called the barons together.

  ‘We must rid ourselves of these Despensers,’ he announced.

  ‘The King will never hear of it,’ was the answer.

  ‘The King would not hear of Gaveston’s banishment, yet he was banished,’

  retorted Lancaster.

  ‘Aye, and lost his head too, and although many liked to pretend they had no hand in that affair, I was never afraid to admit that I was there and I believe— and so do other right-thinking men— that one of the best deeds any Englishman ever did was to rid the country of that parasite.’

  This was the old Lancaster. Many of the barons were now turning to him once more for leadership, and it was certainly not difficult to rouse them against the Despensers. Even Warenne was on Lancaster’s side in this, so were Hereford and Arundel; and the fiery Marcher barons hated the Despensers too as they had taken land near the Marcher country.

  The foremost of the Marcher barons were the Mortimers. They were kings in their territory and had been for centuries. The Conqueror had used them to keep peace on the Welsh border and their power had grown even greater since the subordination of the Welsh. The leaders of the Mortimer clan were the two Rogers— the elder, the Lord of Chirk, had taken an active part in the battles of Edward the First, but he had always been a man of strong will and had fallen out of favour with the King for leaving the army in Scotland without permission. At that time his lands and chattels had been confiscated but after the first Edward’s death Edward the Second had restored his possessions and given him greater power. It suited Edward’s indolent nature to set up a man like Mortimer and give him authority over many Welsh castles making him like a king in his county.

  His nephew, that other Roger de Mortimer, Baron of Wigmore, joined him and they had been working closely together for some years. Roger de Mortimer the younger was a man of overpowering personality. He was tall and extremely handsome in a dark bold way. He had become Earl of Wigmore when his father had died. Roger was then in his very early teens and since he had been under age Edward the First had put him under the wardship of Gaveston for at this time Edward had not realized what an evil influence Gaveston was having on his son.

  Roger had been noticed for his outstanding good looks when he was created a knight at the same time as the Prince of Wales and at the coronation of young Edward he had been a bearer of the robes. Along with his earldom he had inherited important estates and a marriage was very soon arranged for him which would enhance his possessions still further. Joan de Genville was connected with the Lusignans and therefore had associations with the royal family and among other advantages she brought to Mortimer the town of Ludlow and estates in Ireland.

  In that troubled country he had achieved great success, for his experiences with the Welsh had taught him how to deal with the Irish.

  It had come to Roger de Mortimer’s ears that the young Hugh le Despenser had been warning the King that it was time he curbed the power of the Mortimers, who, in the Despensers’ opinion, were becoming too powerful in the Marcher country and regarded themselves as rulers there in subservience to none. Thus when it was known that Lancaster was rousing the barons against the Despensers the Mortimers were ready with their support.

  Being somewhat wild and lawless men they could not wait for conferences.

  They went into the attack at once, and as the young Despenser had taken lands bordering on the Marcher country which he swore belonged to him because they were part of the Gloucester inheritance, they ravaged those lands, seized the castle, made off with valuables and cattle and declared open war.

  The young chamberlain came to the King in despair. ‘See what these Mortimers have done,’ he cried. ‘Oh, it was a mistake to allow them so much power.’

  ‘My dear Hugh,’ cried the King, ‘we will punish them, I promise you.

  Everything shall be restored.’

  ‘But how?’ cried Hugh.

  ‘My dear, I promise you something shall be done. I shall issue a writ forbidding anyone to attack you and your father. I shall threaten them with death. It is treason. Yes, Hugh, there shall be a writ and all that the Mortimers have taken shall be restored to you.’

  But neither the King nor Hugh had realized how strong was the opposition.

  Under Lancaster the barons stood together insisting that Edward call a Parliament to discuss the matter of the Despensers and when it was ass
embled, the barons were present in large numbers all wearing white badges on their arms to indicate to the King that they were unanimous in their decision to get rid of the Despensers.

  It was Lancaster who led the attack. The Despensers had appropriated funds from the royal exchequer, he said. He had proof of this. They had become richer than their deserts warranted. They must be banished from the land and their ill-gotten gains taken from them.

  The King’s furious despair was of no avail.

  Hugh the elder saw that the country was on the verge of civil war. The King would find that there was scarcely a nobleman ready to support him. He would be defeated and deposed. His son was nine years old; the Queen would not stand with the King and she had friends in France; they could set up a regency under Lancaster. Because of this state of affairs the elder Despenser decided that they should go quietly.

  The Despensers left court and the trouble subsided.

  Edward wept. It was the Gaveston problem all over again.

  The Queen was amused. Everything was working her way. She was pregnant once more and at the time of the banishment her time was very near.

  She had decided to go to the Tower this time for her confinement. There she would brood on the future. She had two boys and her daughter Eleanor. They were all in good health. If her fourth child was a girl, perhaps her plans would be delayed. But she had two boys already. No, after this fourth child there should be no more. She had done with humiliation, with standing aside for Edward’s favourites.

  She had borne enough. It was her turn now.

  As she lay awaiting the birth of her child she wondered why she had chosen such a gloomy place. Although it was the month of June there was a chill in the stone walls and she had noticed that much of the place was in need of repair.

  The roof was not watertight and when it rained, her bedclothes were wet.

  The whole place had been neglected, and she knew who was to blame for that.

  The Despensers had used money for their own needs which should have been spent in repairs. It was a well known trick, and it was one of the reasons why people considered it a boon to get the custody of such places.