The Plantagenet Prelude - Plaidy Jean - Страница 33
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‘My lord is gracious,’ she said. ‘But we are but passing on our way to my town of Bordeaux and I am in some haste to reach it.’
‘You will at least rest here the night.’
‘Indeed I will and it is good of you to play the host so kindly.’
‘I would give all the kindness of which I am capable to such a gracious lady.’
He himself conducted her to her bedchamber.
‘The finest in the castle,’ he said. ‘It is my own.’ She looked startled and he added: ‘I shall occupy one close by to make sure that you are well guarded through the night.’
I must be careful of my lord of Champagne, thought Eleonore. He is too ambitious. It was easy to see what was in the young braggart’s mind. He would indeed need to be taught a lesson.
She ordered that her baggage be brought to the chamber and there her women dressed her in a gown of velvet with long hanging sleeves lined with miniver; she wore her beautiful hair loose about her shoulders and thus she sat almost in state in the hall of the castle of Blois.
Theobald had ordered that the choicest meats be prepared for the banquet; he had instructed his troubadours to make songs to celebrate the Queen’s stay at his castle.
Nothing that could be done to make her stay memorable was forgotten.
She sat in the great hall of the castle, enthroned as a queen, and beside her was Theobald his eyes growing more and more caressing, and more bold, as the night wore on.
She was amused and a little cynical.
Can it be that he wishes to marry me? she asked herself.
She was free now. Men, had courted her when she was Louis’s wife because of her reputation. Now they would court her because of her fortune.
She decided to amuse herself a little with Theobald.
‘This,’ he told her passionately, ‘is the finest hour my castle has ever known.’
‘Let us hope,’ she answered, ‘that it will know many more.’
His eyes lit with pleasure. Could she really mean that she would stay here?
He answered: ‘That could only be if you consented to stay here.’
‘How could I do that, my lord, when I have my own castles beyond Blois?’
‘’Tis true you have many fine castles. I would like this castle of Blois to be one of yours.’
‘You are over-generous with your castles, my young lord. Is it because they have been such a short time in your possession? What would your noble father say if he looked down from heaven and heard you giving away what he has left you.’
‘He would be happy indeed for he would know what went with the castle.’
‘And what is that?’
‘My heart, my hand, all that I possess.’
‘Is this a proposal of marriage?’
‘It is.’
‘Ah, I doubt not you are one of many. When a woman is possessed of many rich lands it is amazing how ready men are to fall in love with her.’
‘You know you are the most beautiful woman in the world. The fact that you own Aquitaine is of no importance.’
‘I could never marry a man who was not sensible of the power of lands and riches. It seems he would be a poor helpmeet to me in the governing of my possessions.’
‘Nay, I am well aware of them. What I tell you is that were you the humblest serving-maid I would be willing to sacrifice all for your sake.’
‘What you mean is you would be ready to take me to your bed for a night, perhaps two, if I proved worthy. I could never marry a man who thought me such a fool that he must tell me blatant lies.’
‘I see you are too clever for me.’
‘You realise that then. A man should never marry a woman who is too clever for him. It is not the key to happy marriage.’
‘Oh, Eleonore, you are known throughout the land of France as the Queen of Love. Have done with banter. I would marry you. I beg of you consider my proposal.’
‘I do not need to consider it. I could not marry you. You must look elsewhere for your wife.’
‘I shall not give up hope.’
‘It is always comforting to hope,’ she said. ‘Now I would listen to your excellent minstrels.’
She was amused by the young man. His wooing was almost abrupt. She had been in his castle not more than a few hours and he had asked her to marry him. Nay, my little man, she thought, you must do better than that. Do you think you could compare with my Henry?
She would tell Henry about the brash young fellow. How they would laugh together. Perhaps she would make a song about it. Oh, she could not wait to be with Henry!
She was thoughtful as her women undressed her, combed her hair and helped her to the bed which had been made ready for her.
‘Four of you will sleep in this room tonight,’ she said, ‘and one of my esquires will sleep across my door. It has occurred to me that we may have a visitor.’
Her women laughed. ‘Surely the Count would not be so bold.’
‘I am here in his castle. He has hinted and I have seen some purpose in his eyes. I think I should take these precautions.’
How right she was. As she expected the young Count attempted to come to her bedchamber. Her trusted esquire who lay across her door sprang to his feet, his sword unsheathed. When commanded to stand aside he said that he acted on the orders of the Queen and any who crossed the threshold would do so only over his dead body.
‘A fuss about nothing,’ grumbled the Count and went fuming back to his bed.
How Eleonore laughed in the morning when she heard the account of this.
She decided that she would not spend another night in the castle of Blois and secretly ordered that preparations be made to leave.
Theobald came to her. He was very suave. He begged her to stay another night for he had heard that there was a band of robbers in the neighbourhood, and by the next day he could get together an escort to accompany her and her party.
A twinge of alarm came to Eleonore then. She knew what means ambitious young men adopted with heiresses. He could make her a prisoner in his castle, force her to submit to his attentions and keep her there until she agreed to marry him. She had no doubt that plans along this line were formulating in the Count’s mind.
She was not really afraid and half amused. How dared he! He had been in possession of his estates only two years and he was behaving like a brigand.
She would teach him a lesson.
She pretended to believe him.
There was more feasting that night, more songs were sung. She noticed how he endeavoured to fill her goblet. Did he think she was an innocent? It was she who contrived to make him drink as much as to fuddle his mind. She knew that he spoke truth when he said he was sending for guards. They would not be to conduct her on her way but to guard her in the castle.
She had planned what she would do. She had ordered that every member of her party be prepared to leave that night in secret. As soon as the castle was quiet they would creep down to the stables where everything would be in readiness. They would slip away and when the Count awoke in the morning he would find his guests had gone.
She was an intrigant by nature.
She amused herself by giving a little encouragement to the Count, implying that she might consider him, providing he behaved in a manner which she considered due to her dignity. She would be hurried into nothing and an attempt to effect this would meet with her disapproval.
She managed to instil into his somewhat fuddled mind that he must give her time and that she would be rather amused by his methods to coerce her.
Thus he decided to leave her in peace for that night and her plans were successful. Very quietly she and her party left Blois, and in the morning when the ambitious young Count awoke he cursed himself and all who served him because they had allowed this prize to slip between his fingers.
How she laughed as she looked back at the far distant castle of Blois in the early morning light. If he sent the fleetest riders after her he would never catch her now.
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