The Hammer of the Scots (30 page)

What rejoicing there was in the city of London when the King rode through. It was two years since he had been away and the people were glad to see him back. He looked as kingly as ever and he brought with him that air of invincibility which gave them a feeling of security. They felt all was well while the King was in his castle.

A few noticed that the Queen had aged a little. There was a new air of delicacy about her which, seeing her frequently, the King had not been aware of; and her children were so pleased to see her, and she them, that it passed their notice.

They were gratified at their reception; the King was closeted with his ministers; but it was clear that he was longing to be in the intimate circle of his family and to talk of domestic matters. In a royal family those domestic concerns could become entwined with state affairs and they all knew this.

When he had studied all his children, glowed with pleasure at the charm and beauty of his daughters, marvelled at the progress of his son and heard from the Ladies Edeline and de Gorges that all was well with his daughters and from Mary of Caernarvon that Edward’s health gave no reason, however small, for anxiety, he sought to be alone with his favourite Eleanor and they walked in the gardens together.

‘My lord,’ she said, ‘you have been to Aragon.’

‘I have seen Alfonso,’ he replied.

‘Oh? What news of him?’

‘Eleanor, my sweet child, would you be very disappointed if I told you that there was to be no match with Aragon?’

She turned to him and laid her head against him. He kissed her hair.

‘Then, my dearest, you are not too disappointed?’

‘I could not have borne to go to Aragon.’

‘Nor could I have borne letting you go. To tell the truth, daughter, I can see no happiness for you there. This Sicilian matter was ill-conceived. He is a man who will have a finger in too many pies and pull little good out of any of them. I have talked with him. A match with Aragon … yes, it could bring us good. But I could not give you to him. No I could not.’

They walked arm in arm in silence for a few moments.

‘So I am not to have a marriage.’

‘A marriage … yes. There must be that. But not to Aragon.’

‘You have someone else in mind?’

‘Not yet … not for you. But for the others yes. Margaret must be married to Brabant and Joanna must be married, too. As for you, my love, your time will come. But let us have a little longer together, dear child, before you leave me. You cannot know how much I have missed you.’

‘I can, for it is as I have missed you.’

They walked in silence and he wondered whether to tell her of his plans for Joanna.

Better not, he decided. It would be better for Joanna to hear it first from him. He expected trouble there.

So he continued to walk in contentment with his best-loved daughter and for a time at least they could be content that they were not to be parted.

Delighted as she was to see her parents once more, Joanna’s apprehension had become great for she knew the time could not be long postponed before Egis de Audenarde reported to her father that she had refused to draw her allowance from him and had run up bills on her own.

She could not bear to look at those bills; she could only guess how far they exceeded that sum which had been set aside for her use.

She found her father alone and knew that this was the time when she must confess what she had done. The sooner the better, for so delighted was he to be back in the heart of his family that he was likely to be lenient.

She came into the room where he was seated at a table and to her horror she saw that the accounts lay before him. He was a man who was haunted by his father’s follies and the greatest of those had been extravagance. Edward only spent when it was expedient to do so.

She threw herself on her knees and buried her face in his robe.

‘My dear daughter,’ he cried, ‘what means this?’

‘Oh my father,’ she said, ‘I have to confess to some indiscretions.’

His dismay showed on his face. He immediately thought that she had become involved with a man. Joanna was different from the others. She was wild. He had always feared that there would be some trouble with her.

‘You must tell me,’ he said.

‘My lord, promise me you will not hate me.’

He smiled indulgently. ‘I cannot imagine that could ever come to pass.’

‘I have been foolish.’

‘I can well believe that.’

‘You see, dear father, they were so
old
. I was weary of them. They had been patched up so many times … and as your daughter I owed it to you to look of some substance.’

‘What are you talking of, my child?’

‘I dislike Egis de Audenarde. He is an overbearing, arrogant man. You would have thought it was
his
money he was giving us!’

The King breathed more easily. He was beginning to see that his vain little daughter had quarrelled with de Audenarde and been spending more extravagantly than she should.

‘He was commanded to keep my accounts.’

‘An arrogant fellow. He reproved me … me …
your
daughter …’

‘For wanting to spend more of my money than I had given him charge of?’

Joanna allowed a few tears to escape from her eyes while she watched her father intently.

‘I have heard what you have spent, daughter. It is a great deal.’

She was silent.

‘It would have been wiser if you had allowed Egis to deal with these matters. But,’ he added, ‘it is done.’

‘So you are not angry!’

‘I find it hard to be angry with one whom I love as I love you, my child. What is done is done. You have spent a great deal of money. Your grandfather and your grandmother spent recklessly. It brought them no good. You will have to be watchful in the future.’

‘Oh, my father, I will. I will do anything if you will forgive me for this … anything you ask of me to show my love and devotion to you … ask me and I will do it. I will even let Egis de Audenarde decide what shall be spent on my clothes.’

‘Anything?’ said the King. ‘I am glad to hear that because I have a husband for you and I want you to marry within the next few months.’

‘Marry! But whom should I marry?’

‘That is what I want you to understand. This marriage would be of the utmost importance to me. I need this marriage. I need this man on my side. He is the most important man in England.’

Joanna’s heart was beating fast; she was too bemused for a few seconds to reason clearly. The only thought which came to her was: The most important man in England … then I should be the most important woman.

‘Who … is he?’ she asked slowly.

The King hesitated as though putting off the uncomfortable moment and Joanna was alarmed. ‘Pray tell me,’ she said quickly.

‘He is a good deal older than you. But one of your temperament needs an older man. He is deeply enamoured of you.’

‘Please, Father, who?’

‘The Earl of Gloucester – Gilbert de Clare.’

‘Gloucester? But he is an
old
man.’

‘Older than you certainly but he is not yet fifty.’

‘Not yet fifty. But he has a wife. He is married to Alice of Angoulême.’

‘There has been a divorce. For long he has sought it. That has been no marriage for years. I can tell you he is deeply enamoured of you. He likes your spirit, your beauty. He admires you so much that nothing will satisfy him than that you shall be his bride.’

She was astounded. The most important man in England. She could see that. She began to weigh up the advantages against the disadvantages. She would not leave England. That was the first and most important. Poor Margaret had to marry that rake John of Brabant and go to a foreign land which she might hate and in which she might be a prisoner. An old man who would adore her youth! The most important man in England!

The King was watching her closely.

‘There are many advantages,’ he said. ‘He is a man of great influence. I need him, Joanna, I need him to be on my side. The barons have always presented a danger to the monarchy. You know what they did to your grandfather and your great-grandfather. They ruined one and almost ruined the other.’

‘They could not harm you, Father.’

‘Nay, I do not intend that they should. But I should like to know that the most powerful of them was bound to me … by family ties.’

‘Is the Earl of Gloucester likely to turn against you?’

‘He has turned his coat once. He was with de Montfort for a time you know. But he has fought for me. He did well in Wales against Llewellyn.’

‘Yet you do not trust him enough. For this reason you would give him one of your daughters?’

‘My dear Joanna, I know him to be a steadfast knight where he gives his loyalty. The prospect of marriage to you would make him my friend for life. He is deeply enamoured of you and has been for some time. You will be so beloved that you cannot fail to be happy. To him you will always be young.’

‘As he will always be old to me.’

‘He is rich … there is not a richer man in the land. He will be ready to indulge you. You must marry. You are of an age to marry. I cannot have all my daughters single. He has fine estates … and one in Clerkenwell. If you marry Gloucester, my love, you need never be so far from your mother and me, we can be together at the smallest inconvenience to ourselves.’

‘You are making me like this marriage.’

‘You are making me very happy.’

‘Dear Father, you have been so good about the accounts. You will settle them then?’

‘Could I be so churlish as to refuse my daughter such a request when she is determined to make me happy?’

She kissed him solemnly.

Then she left him. She was longing to tell the news to Eleanor.

Now the preparations for the royal wedding which was to take place on the thirtieth day of April were in full swing.

Joanna was delighted that she would be the first of the princesses to marry. She felt no apprehension. She was going to live in England; she would be close to her family; her bridegroom was old but he was delighted with her youth which would not have impressed him so much had he been her own age.

She commented to Eleanor that marriage was a tremendous undertaking; if one’s partner was so old that he could not have so very long to live one had a chance of a second choice and if a princess had married once to please her family it was only fair that in her second marriage she should please herself.

Eleanor was horrified, but then Joanna, from her superior experience, would know so much more of the world.

She delighted in being the centre of attraction. Adam, her father’s goldsmith, had made her a magnificent headdress offset with rubies and emeralds. A beautiful robe was being made for her. Her bridegroom was by no means distasteful. He was old it was true; but he emanated power and the fact that even her father was wary of him aroused her admiration. She believed that she could rule him though. He gave signs already that this would be so. Yes, an ageing bridegroom for a while, and then some man of her own choice,
if
she found marriage sufficiently to her taste that she wanted to embark on it again.

She comforted Margaret who was less happy about her coming marriage. And small wonder. John of Brabant was no doting old Earl of Gloucester. By no means so. What would he want of a child of fifteen when, if rumour was to be believed, he had the most flamboyant mistresses in his own country? Poor little Margaret! How lucky was Joanna!

The wedding day arrived. It was to be a private affair conducted in Westminster Abbey by the King’s chaplain, but after that the feasting and the celebrations began. The people cheered and made merry in the streets, drinking the red wine which flowed from the fountains. They were pleased that this was no foreign wedding, and the most astute of them liked to see the most powerful of the barons united with the King through his beautiful daughter.

Joanna had always been attractive and there were some who thought her vitality gave her an advantage in appearance over the more beautiful Eleanor. Now she glowed with a new beauty which startled all who beheld it, and was a source of great delight to her husband.