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If Simon would care to remain in France some high office should be found for him, he was assured.
Simon shook his head. ‘I am the servant of the King of England,’ he replied, ‘and if he is an ungrateful King, still I am his servant.’
But he remained at the Court of France.
Eleanor was not with him. As she had been pregnant she had remained in England and while he was in France Simon had news that she had given birth to a daughter whom she had named Eleanor after herself.
It seemed that he would in due course go home to England. The King would never be his friend, and if he continued to act in this irresponsible way who knew what would happen.
The barons would endure only a certain amount before they rose as they had during the reign of John; and when they did they would look to a leader.
It could well be that, if the King would have none of Simon de Montfort, the barons might.
The King decided that since Simon de Montfort had, as he said, ‘deserted’ he would give young Edward Gascony. Edward was thirteen, a fine healthy boy grown out of his childish ailments completely, full of life and energy, the delight of his parents and the people, who were already saying that in Edward they would have a strong King, which England had discovered through bitter experience, it needed.
So in Westminster Edward was declared ruler of Gascony and received the homage of the Gascons in London. And just as the Court was in the midst of rejoicing over this dispatches came from Rome to the effect that there was some doubt as to the validity of Henry’s marriage to Eleanor.
Henry read the dispatches through and trembled.
This was direct from the Pope. It had been brought to the notice of His Holiness that the King had been betrothed to Joa
Eleanor found him with the documents in his hands. She snatched them from him and read them.
‘How dare they suggest such a thing! Our marriage not legal! Our children then would be bastards! Edward would not be the true heir to the throne!’
‘Don’t worry,’ said Henry. ‘I shall set this matter right. I shall make this malicious person eat his words … no matter who he may be.’
But Henry was shaken. Horrible ideas crept into his mind. What if they were going to prove he was not truly married? He thought of Philip Augustus of France who was excommunicated for living with a woman whom he had declared was his wife and whom the Church maintained was not.
Couriers went back and forth. If Eleanor and Henry were not truly married, neither were the King and Queen of Castile, for Joa
Eleanor was frantic. Her babies, she cried, what of them? She would not allow them to be proclaimed illegitimate. Anything must be done to stop that.
Henry said that he believed it was a trick of I
‘So it is only money,’ cried Eleanor immensely relieved.
‘I’ll swear it is.’
‘We shall settle that then.’
Of course they would settle. There were always the people to be taxed; there were always the Jews.
In due course the matter was settled, but most expensively and as usual it was the people of England who paid for the bulls and dispensation.
Each month they grew more restive. It could not go on. Why should it? Experience and that not so long ago had taught them that kings rule by will of the people.
There was bad news from Gascony. Simon de Montfort was no longer there and the Gascons were taking advantage of the situation. Their thirteen-year-old governor was in England and they would not in any case have been much in awe of him. The Gascons were making overtures to the King of Castile and the fact was the King’s presence was urgently needed there.
Henry was disconsolate. He was begi
What was so upsetting was the fact that Eleanor was pregnant and could not accompany him.
When he told her what had happened she shared his dismay. To be separated was what they most dreaded.
‘I must come with you, Henry,’ she said.
‘Nay,’ he replied, ‘I could not permit it. Think of the crossing alone, which could be rough. I should not have a moment’s peace if I thought you were over there in danger. No, you must stay at home with the children. I shall have to be content with that. It will be better than the continual anxiety.’
‘Henry, when the child is born I shall come out to you.’
He embraced her. ‘That is the answer. Have the child and when it is safe for you to travel you must come. The hardest thing I have to face in my life is doing without you and the children.’
He delayed as long as he could but finally was forced to leave. The Queen with her sister Sanchia and Richard of Cornwall and all the royal children accompanied the King to Portsmouth.
Henry took a tender farewell of them all and it was most touching when it came to Edward’s turn to embrace his father, for the boy broke down into bitter weeping.
‘Edward my dear son,’ cried the King, ‘you must not. You u
‘My place is with you, father,’ said Edward. ‘I want to fight beside you … to protect you … I want to make sure that you are safe.’
‘Oh my son,’ said the King, ‘this is the happiest and saddest moment of my life. Beloved boy, take care of your mother. I leave her in your hands. Soon we shall be together. Rest assured that at the earliest moment I shall send for you.’
They stood there watching the ship sail.
The King was on the deck, his eyes fixed on his family. He told himself that he would carry the memory of Edward’s tears to his grave.
The Queen was compensated for the loss of her husband by the Regency. Power was hers. She had often secretly thought that Henry was too lenient with his subjects and did not exert his royal power enough. It was true the people groaned under taxation but as she said to Sanchia, they must have had the money otherwise they would not have been able to pay it.
Sanchia agreed. She was happy to be in England and to settle under the domination of her elder sister just as she had as a child. She now had a little boy, Edmund. Her firstborn had died a few months after his birth but Edmund was a sturdy child. Richard was devoted to him but she suspected none could compare with his son by his first wife, Isabella. Henry was indeed a noble boy and a great friend of the heir to the throne. He and Edward went everywhere together.
Sanchia worried a little about the Queen’s unpopularity which was manifested every time they rode out into the streets. They were accustomed to sullen looks but now and then there would be a hostile cry and when the guards looked for the offenders they could never find them. Sometimes Sanchia wondered if they tried very hard. She had an uneasy feeling that they did not like the Queen very much either.
Richard had said once or twice that much of the unpopularity directed against the King was due to the Queen.
‘One of these days …’ he began.
But Sanchia laughed. ‘Eleanor always had her own way when we were children. She will continue to get it all her life.’
Richard was uneasy. He had been a