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That had been after the disasters at Toro and Zamora, which had both fallen to Alfonso, and when, had Alfonso been wise, he would have thrown in his full force against the inferior Castilian army of Ferdinand and Isabella.
But Alfonso had been timid; he had hesitated again, even when the Archbishop of Toledo, considering Alfonso’s gains at Toro and Zamora to be decisive, not only openly allied himself with the King of Portugal but took with him five hundred lancers to join his new friend in the fight against his old one.
But now the Castilian army had been vastly improved and was ready to do battle with the enemy; and on her journeys through her kingdom Isabella gave herself up to the pleasure of a short respite where she would enjoy the hospitality of her dearest friend.
When the news was brought to Beatriz de Bobadilla that the Queen was in the Alcazar she hurried to greet Isabella, and the two women embraced without formality.
‘This makes me very happy,’ said Beatriz emotionally. ‘I would I had known I might expect the honour.’
‘There would then have been no surprise.’ Isabella smiled.
‘But think of the anticipation I have missed!’
‘Beatriz, it is wonderful to see you. I would like to be alone with you as we used to be in the past.’
‘I will have food and wine sent to us, and we will take it in my small private chamber. I long to hear what has been happening to you.’
‘Pray lead me to that small private chamber,’ said Isabella.
Beatriz laid her hand on the Queen’s arm as they went together to the small room of which Beatriz had spoken.
‘I pray Your Highness sit down,’ said Beatriz. ‘Soon we shall be served, and then . . . we will talk in comfort.’ Beatriz called: ‘Food and wine, for the Queen and myself . . . with all speed.’
Isabella, smiling, watched her. ‘You have not changed at all,’ she said. ‘They all hold you in great awe, I’ll swear.’
‘Why should they not? They are my servants,’ said Beatriz, falling into the familiarity which had often existed between them.
‘And your husband, Andres too – do you still command him?’
Beatriz laughed. ‘Andres obeys me, he says, because he values peace and it is the only way to get it. And Ferdinand? He is well?’
‘He is very well, Beatriz. What should I do without him?’
Beatriz looked at the Queen, her head on one side, a smile playing about her mouth. So, thought Beatriz, she continues to adore that man. But not completely. Beatriz knew that Ferdinand had been disappointed not to have taken full authority from Isabella. Beatriz applauded the Queen’s resistance.
‘He fights for his kingdom as well as yours,’ said Beatrix, ‘for although you are Queen of Castile, he is your Consort.’
‘He has been magnificent. Beatriz, I do not believe there has ever been a soldier in Spain to compare with Ferdinand.’
Beatriz laughed aloud; then her servants appeared with refreshments and her ma
But when they were alone again Beatriz said: ‘Isabella, you are looking a little tired. I hope you are going to stay here for some time that I may look after you, as I used to in the old days when we were together.’
‘Ah, those old days,’ sighed Isabella. ‘I was not a queen then.’
‘But we had some anxious times, nevertheless.’ Beatriz smiled reminiscently. ‘At least we do not have to worry that you will be snatched from Ferdinand and given to some husband who would be unacceptable to you!’
‘Thank God for that. Oh, Beatriz, I am a little worried about this battle that must soon take place.’
‘But you put your trust in Ferdinand.’
‘I do, indeed I do. But there are mighty forces against us.’
‘Ferdinand will succeed,’ said Beatriz. ‘He is a good soldier.’
Beatriz was thoughtful for a few seconds. A better soldier than a husband, she was thinking; and he will be determined to succeed. He will not allow himself to be driven from Castile.
‘I was very sad,’ went on Beatriz, ‘when I heard that you had lost your child.’
‘It seems long ago.’
‘But a bitter blow.’
‘As the loss of a child must be. But there was no time to brood. It was all-important that we should get an army together; and we did it, Beatriz, even though it may well be due to that that the child was lost.’
‘It might have killed you,’ said Beatriz gruffly.
‘But I am strong, Beatriz; have you not yet learned that? Moreover, I am destined to be Queen of Castile.’
‘You are Queen of Castile.’
‘I have never really reigned yet. Since my accession there has been this trouble. Once it is settled I shall be able to do for Castile what I always longed to do.’
‘Castile will prosper when you are firmly on the throne, Isabella.’
Isabella’s eyes were shining with purpose. She looked full of vitality at such times, thought Beatriz; it was rarely that those outside her intimate circle saw her so unreserved.
‘First,’ she was saying, ‘I shall abolish this disastrous anarchy. I shall bring law and order back to Castile. Then, when I have a law-abiding country, I shall do all in my power to make good Christians of my subjects. You remember Tomas de Torquemada, Beatriz?’
Beatriz grimaced. ‘Who could forget him?’
‘You were harsh with him, Beatriz.’
‘He was too harsh with us all, including himself.’
‘He is a good man, Beatriz.’
‘I doubt it not. But I ca
‘It was because he realised how necessary it was for me to avoid frivolous ways. I remember that one day, after confession, he made me promise that if ever it were in my power I would convert my kingdom to the true faith.’
‘Let us hope that in converting them you will not make them as lean and wretched looking as friend Tomas.’
‘Well, Beatriz, there is another task of mine when all is at peace. I will endeavour to free every inch of Spanish soil from Moslem rule; I will raise the flag of Christ over every Alcazar, over every town in Spain.’
‘I am sure you will do it,’ said Beatriz, ‘but only if you have some little regard for your health. Stay with me a while, dear Isabella. Give me the pleasure of looking after you myself. Please. I beg of you.’
‘How I should enjoy that!’ said Isabella. ‘But there is work to do. I have stolen these few short hours from my duty because I was in the neighbourhood of Segovia and could not resist the joy of seeing you. But tomorrow I must be on my way.’
‘I shall do my utmost to persuade you to stay.’
But Isabella was not to be persuaded; the next day she set out for Tordesillas.
The battlefield was between Toro and Zamora, along the banks of the glittering Douro. The armies were now equally matched; Alfonso was old compared with Ferdinand, but his son, Prince John, had joined him and was in command of the cavalry.
Ferdinand, surveying the enemy, determined to succeed or die in the attempt. Alfonso lacked Ferdinand’s zeal; it was characteristic of him to tire quickly of the causes for which he had originally been so enthusiastic. He had been long in Castile, and his presence was needed in his own country; his men were restive; they too had been a long time away from home. Alfonso had intended to make speedy war in Castile, drive Isabella, whom he called the usurper, from the throne and put his betrothed Joa
Ferdinand, riding between the Admiral of Castile and the Duke of Alva, cried aloud: ‘St James and St Lazarus!’ which was the old cry of Castile; and those Castilians in the Portuguese ranks who heard it, trembled. It was as though Ferdinand were reminding them that they were traitors.