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Berengaria had changed a little; her lips had tightened. Perhaps she was no longer in love with the romantic warrior.
Joa
The little Cypriot in her role of watcher asked herself whether there was not after all something to be said for being a dispossessed princess. No one would try to force her into marriage; and if marriage was not for her how could she have a neglectful husband to make her unhappy?
Berengaria said to Joa
‘But of course you will be alone with him. You are his wife.’
A hard smile curved Berengaria’s lips. ‘None would believe it,’ she said. ‘Sometimes I find it difficult to do so myself.’
Joa
Richard arrived, looking pale and somewhat hollow-eyed but considering the malignancy of the fever far better than might have been expected.
He asked the two queens to come to him and was surprised when Berengaria came alone. She thought how magnificent he looked. Illness could not destroy the appearance of great strength and virility.
‘So,’ she said, ‘we are to leave here.’
‘The news has come in advance of me?’
‘It is customary, my lord, to hear news of you not from your lips but those of others.’
He shrugged his shoulders. ‘There is so much to occupy me.’
‘That I know well and the company of others is preferable to that of your wife.’
He looked astonished. ‘Why say you so?’ he asked.
‘Indeed why, since it is truly u
‘Pity, Madam?’ he said in surprise. ‘Should you be pitied . . . here in this comfortable palace? I and my soldiers should be the ones who are given that . . . marching in the heat or the mud, tormented by noisome insects . . .’
‘And your friend Blondel de Nesle?’ she asked. ‘Does he suffer so?’
‘The minstrels accompany the army. They have their work as do the others.’
‘I trust this Blondel is happy with his work.’
‘He would seem so.’
‘So much enjoying the favour of his master.’
He pretended not to understand. He said: ‘Music is an essential part of our army. A minstrel’s songs can lighten the spirit and put heart into weary men.’
She shrugged her shoulders impatiently.
‘I am no wife to you,’ she said.
‘Is that your wish?’ he asked, almost eagerly.
‘If it be yours,’ she answered.
‘This seems to me a fruitless conversation,’ he said. ‘You are the Queen. I am the King. We are married whether we call it so or not. I am much pressed for time. I wished to see you and my sister that I might arrange for our departure.’
‘We shall not, of course, travel with you?’ She could not look at him. She fixed her eyes on the glittering belt he wore about his waist. She had seen it before for it was a favourite of his. It was an object of startling beauty, set with unusual gems.
‘It is wiser not,’ he said.
She laughed bitterly. ‘For our comfort or yours?’
He looked surprised, wilfully misunderstanding her. ‘For yours of a certainty.’ He looked at her coldly. ‘I think you are unaware of what is happening in my kingdom. My mother writes to me that traitors plot against me. I must go back by a quicker route and that may be a dangerous one. You and my sister will travel with the fleet to protect you. I am putting you in charge of my faithful knight Stephen of Turnham whom I would trust with my life.’
‘It is good of you,’ she said, ‘to take such care of me.’
He bowed his head and answered: ‘I would speak with my sister. There are many plans to be made.’
She went to her chamber and there lay on her bed.
The Cypriot Princess crept silently into her room and knelt by her bed. She took her hand and held it.
The little Princess saw that the tears were on Berengaria’s cheeks.
On the first day of October the fleet with the two queens and the Cypriot princess set sail. Richard remained for nine more days. He said he must wait for those days to regain fully his strength for the journey.
He stood on the prow of the small ship which was carrying him and a few of his attendants away from Jerusalem.
A great sadness possessed him. He had failed to achieve that which he had come so near to wi
Leaning on the rail he cried: ‘Oh Holy Land, I commend thee to God. May He, of his mercy grant me such space of life that I may one day bring thee aid. For it is my hope and determination, by God’s goodwill, to return.’
Only with the belief that one day he would come back and win Jerusalem could he be at peace with himself.
The land faded from sight. The crusade was over. He would not brood on the number of lives which had been lost, the amount of blood that had been shed, the torture and agonies which had been inflicted on myriads.
He must think now of what was happening at home; he must make plans for defeating the traitors. But first of all there was the hazardous journey ahead of him.
Chapter XIII
THE ROYAL FUGITIVE
Rhe journey to Corfu was uneventful. During it Richard fully regained his health and had time to assess his situation.
The crusade had failed in its purpose. He might have left with Philip for he had gained very little by staying. Had he gone back to England then, he could have prevented whatever trouble was brewing with John, and he could have pla
He had emerged with but little gain: merely the three years truce during which time Christians could visit Jerusalem. But his reputation as a soldier had grown to spectacular magnitude. Richard the Lion-hearted was known throughout the Christian world; minstrels sang of his prowess and his courage in battle. He was the greatest soldier of his age and yet he had not been able to vanquish Saladin. Perhaps in his heart he had not wanted to, and he believed that Saladin had not wished to destroy him. Saladin would have preferred to make him his hostage. He knew that, because there had been several attempts to take him when he was in a vulnerable position, perhaps in some lonely spot with but a few of his knights. He could visualise such a situation. The courteous treatment, the honours, the conversation, the growing friendship. It would have been as it had in those long ago days when he had been a hostage of Philip of France. He would not have believed it possible then that Philip who had loved him so dearly in those days should now be plotting against him.
He had many enemies. This journey of his could be full of dangers. If he were to be washed up on some alien coast defenceless, many willing hands would seize him, and not in order to honour him. The French hated him. They had never agreed during their sojourn in the Holy Land. How often they had shown their enmity. And the Germans disliked him. Henry the Emperor would not forgive him for making an ally of Tancred and Leopold had a personal grudge against him.