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  ‘Most gladly,’ she cried. ‘From this moment I will become Matilda.’

  ‘My dearest Matilda, how I adore you. I can see the happiest husband and wife in my kingdom will be the King and Queen.’

  He embraced her with a fervour which alarmed yet delighted her.

  Then he departed, telling her to be in readiness to leave, for soon he would be sending for her.

  The Abbess came to Edith’s cell. Her eyes were blazing.

  ‘You know,’ she cried, ‘that you cannot marry the King.’

  ‘I am going to marry the King,’ answered the Princess.

  ‘The Church will never allow it. You are a nun. Nuns are the brides of Christ. They can never marry.’

  ‘I have never taken the vows.’

  ‘You have accepted the robes. You have lived the life of a nun for years. I shall never allow this marriage to take place.’

  ‘You will defy the King?’

  ‘The Church will do that.’

  ‘You were very harsh when I was alone and unprotected. You can be so no longer. The King will take care of me for ever more.’

  ‘I tell you this: you will never marry the King. I am making it known that you are a bride of Christ.’

  ‘Then you lie, Aunt Christina.’

  ‘I am saving your soul, you foolish girl.’

  ‘I am going to be what God intended me to be – a wife and mother.’

  ‘Edith, listen to me.’

  ‘I am no longer Edith. From henceforth my name is Matilda.’

  ‘What folly is this!’

  ‘I feel as though I am reborn. I love and am loved. I have waited long for this day and now it has come. I shall throw off all my past wretchedness. Even my name is changed. The King has christened me Matilda. I like the sound of it. Poor Edith was a sad orphan, harshly treated. Oh, I do not forget how you stood over me with the cane. I do not forget those stinging blows. You have been very cruel to me, Aunt Christina, and I rejoice that you no longer dare. You can never harm proud Matilda as you did poor defenceless Edith.’

  ‘You are mad.’

  ‘Nay, only happy as I never have been in my life.’

  ‘Let us kneel and pray to God to deliver you from your folly.’

  ‘I will not obey you now, Aunt Christina. I will pray for you, though. I will ask God to forgive you your cruelty to me.’

  The Abbess was dumbfounded. That anyone should talk to her thus in her own Abbey! It was incredible! And this ungrateful girl had the support of the King, and Christina knew that with a stroke of the pen he had it in his power to take her Abbey from her, to put another Abbess in her place. It was a different matter to prevent the marriage of her niece with Alan of Bretagne or the Earl of Surrey. This was the King.

  She narrowed her eyes. ‘God will not prosper you,’ she said. ‘If you go to your lecher king you will not find life easy. I have told you what you must expect from men. I know your wantonness craves just that. Go then. God will not prosper you.’

  ‘There is nothing you can say to me, Aunt Christina, to hurt me now. I am reborn.’

  ‘You heartless, ungrateful, wanton slut.’

  The Abbess raged out of the cell, and Matilda – for she would always think of herself as Matilda in future – threw back her hood and unbound her hair. Never again would she wear this hateful garment. She would have silks and velvets to caress her skin. Never, never again the hateful serge which was almost horsehair.

  She was ready and would wait eagerly for the summons.

  Christina could do nothing to prevent her leaving, though she uttered threats to the effect that this marriage should not take place because the Church would not allow it.

  The King rode out from Winchester to the Welsh border. News would in time reach Nesta of his proposed marriage with the Princess Matilda and he must be the first to bring the tidings to her.

  As he rode he considered his relationship with Nesta. He had felt more deeply towards her than towards any other woman. It was a fact, of course, that a man who loved women as much as he did could never be wholeheartedly devoted to one. Nesta would know this. She was one of those women who had been born with all the knowledge which Eve must have acquired when she ate the apple. There were such women. They were invariably irresistible. Love was their main preoccupation. They understood the needs of men, how to provoke them, how to satisfy them. There would never be a woman in his life to take the place of Nesta. Had it been possible he would have married her. But he had not been in a position to marry until now, and now he was in a position to marry none other than a Saxon Princess. He could not marry a woman who had been his mistress for many years, unless, of course, her position warranted the match. No, Matilda was the bride for him. Sister to the King of Scotland, niece to the man who many said should be the King of England – she was the perfect choice. A virgin, too, a woman of impeccable reputation. Nesta would have to understand.

  As he expected, Nesta was eager to see him. The passion between them was as insistent as ever. It would have to be the last time, he told himself. Everything he did from now on would have to be considered. He doubted he would be a faithful husband, but he wanted no deeply emotional relationships as this one with Nesta had been and could soon become again.

  Their desire satiated, it was time to talk.

  ‘So you are now a king?’ said Nesta. ‘My little bastards are the King’s bastards. You have yet to see Henry, a fine little fellow, the image of his father and bearing his name. Our son Robert is delighted with him.’

  ‘I will see him and I swear to advance the fortunes of them both.’

  ‘That is well for you, my King, if you wish to please their mother.’

  ‘I wish that, as I always have.’

  ‘Yet you stay away so long.’

  ‘I have risked much to come and see you.’

  ‘Why so?’

  ‘Because I am recently King and my position is not yet as strong as I would have it.’

  ‘So I am flattered. But now that you are King . . .’

  He dared not let her go on.

  ‘Nesta, I have to speak to you very seriously. I have to marry.’

  She drew away from him, her eyes speculative.

  He went on quickly: ‘They have chosen a bride for me.’

  ‘So you allow them to choose for you?’

  ‘I must needs tread warily. There are many who would substitute my brother Robert if they could. I rely on the help of the Saxons. By marrying the Princess Matilda I please them. A Saxon Princess, daughter of one King of Scotland, sister to another, a niece of Edgar Atheling. You see what I mean.’

  ‘I see it perfectly.’

  ‘Nesta, you have been as a wife to me. No one have I loved as I love you. Would to God I could take you to Winchester with me and proclaim you my Queen.’

  ‘Are you not the King, to do what you will?’

  ‘A King rules by the will of his people.’

  ‘That was not one of your father’s rules.’

  ‘He used to say that while one takes a firm hand in government, the will of the people is important. This is my destiny. I have always known it. My father prophesied it on his deathbed. It had to come and, if I wish to hold my crown, I have to please these people . . . for a while.’

  ‘Why not postpone your marriage until you are able to please yourself?’

  ‘I would if I could. But I could lose my crown if I refused to marry Matilda.’

  ‘So I am not worth a crown?’

  ‘You know better than that. It would not only be the crown that was lost but the head that carried it.’

  She let her fingers rest lightly on his neck. ‘I prefer you complete with head, my faithless lover.’

  ‘I knew you would understand. Let us talk in all seriousness. I shall not be able to see you for some time.’

  ‘You will be preoccupied with your bride. I wonder if she will please you as I did? Do you remember the first time?’

  ‘Never shall I forget it.
How could any please me as you do.’

  ‘There you speak truth. You are a man of wide experience, but you must admit that Nesta was the best.’

  ‘I could never deny it.’

  ‘Remember it . . . always.’

  ‘I do. Now listen. I shall be occupied with affairs of state . . .’

  ‘Including Matilda.’

  ‘She is in a manner of speaking an affair of state.’

  ‘One of the more enjoyable duties, I trust.’

  ‘Nesta, I am concerned for you. That is why I have planned for you.’

  ‘A life which does not contain visits from you will have little savour.’

  ‘Nay. I have spoken to a good man, a friend of mine, who has always had my cause at heart. He is Gerald of Windsor. He is good-looking, a fine virile fellow.’

  ‘So I am to be passed to him.’

  ‘You will marry him.’

  ‘This is indeed the end, when you pass me to another.’

  ‘I swear to you that I should be the happiest man in England if I could make you my Queen.’

  ‘Alas, poor helpless King, who cannot marry where he will!’

  ‘You have been constantly in my thoughts. I cannot rest until I know you are settled. I want our children to have a good home. I trust Gerald de Windsor.’

  ‘I have never heard of him. Is he rich?’

  ‘He will be. I will give him a barony in Pembrokeshire on the day he marries you. There is a fine castle there, Carew Castle. Go and look at it. You will be enchanted by it. I will send Gerald to see you. It is for you to decide.’

  ‘And our boys?’

  ‘Rest assured they will always be in my thoughts.’

  ‘And what is more important, recipients of your bounty?’

  ‘I swear it on our love, Nesta.’

  ‘Is that a firm foundation on which to swear?’

  ‘I would swear on that more fervently than anything else.’

  ‘You always had the right answers. I wonder if Matilda will find it so?’

  ‘So you accept?’

  ‘What else can I do? You are the King. It is different for a penniless prince to come riding this way and to find a loving heart waiting for him. But a king! All his actions are noted. What is Matilda like, I wonder? Is she beautiful, tell me that?’

  ‘She is not ill-favoured.’

  ‘As I am not?’

  ‘You are as the sun, blazing hot, without which no man could live.’

  ‘Which is what you are proposing to do.’

  He ignored that. ‘She is as the moon.’

  ‘The moon is considered beautiful.’

  ‘I said she was not without a charm.’

  ‘A man can live without the moon, is that not so?’

  ‘I know only that this parting breaks my heart.’

  ‘Now that is not worthy of my lawyer King. Your heart is sound enough, Henry; it’s your head we are concerned with, not your heart.’

  ‘Have done,’ he said, and drew her to him.

  ‘The last,’ she said.

  ‘Let us make it as memorable as the first. But you know I shall come back.’

  ‘Could I be faithless to what is his name . . . Gerald?’

  ‘Yes, I think you might.’

  ‘As you will be to Matilda?’

  ‘It seems likely.’

  ‘Oh, yes,’ said Nesta, ‘it seems very likely.’

  As he rode back to Winchester he congratulated himself that the interview with Nesta had gone off better than he had anticipated. But then Nesta was a woman of the world. She would understand.

  However, when he returned to Winchester he was met by a concerned Roger, who told him that the Abbess of Wilton had made a statement to the effect that the Princess Matilda was a confirmed nun and that it would be an act of sacrilege to remove her from the Abbey.

  Henry was furious. Matilda had sworn to him that she had not taken the veil and he believed her. The girl was too innocent to lie. It was that wicked old Abbess who was lying.

  ‘Nevertheless,’ said Roger, ‘the doubt will always be there. The Church will be against the marriage and that means that many of the people will be with them. It will not be the popular marriage you need. If you did marry, the least little trouble would be laid to its door. Remember how ready people are to see signs and portents. Remember how they were sure the cathedral tower crashed because Rufus was buried beneath it, though it was well known that the work was too hurriedly done. If you are going to marry Matilda, it will have to be believed without a doubt that she never took the veil.’

  ‘She swears she didn’t.’

  ‘That is not enough. You want the leading churchmen to confirm absolutely that she is able to marry.’

  ‘Churchmen! The clergy are more likely to support that old harridan of an Abbess than me. One moment. An idea occurs to me. You know my father was excommunicated for his marriage to another Matilda. For years he was ostracized by the Church. He had exiled Lanfranc and then reinstated him. Lanfranc went to Rome and the excommunication was withdrawn. There is a very clever churchman who had a quarrel with my brother. I have it. Anselm. I will recall Anselm.’

  ‘You think he will work for you against this Abbess?’

  ‘Yes, for he will be grateful to me for recalling him.’

  ‘They say he lives in pleasant retirement. Is it at Lyons?’

  ‘My good Roger, in spite of his piety, he is an ambitious man. He lost the great See of Canterbury. What if I promised to return that to him? Do you not think that might prove irresistible?’

  ‘We can but try it.’

  Anselm, in the house of his friend Hugh at Lyons, received the messengers from the King.

  He read the dispatches and discussed the matter with his friend.

  ‘Henry has become King. He is cleverer than his brother. He will make a better ruler than Rufus did. He will be more like his father. He is educated, as Rufus never was. We shall be able to understand each other.’

  ‘Well, he is offering to reinstate you.’

  ‘It is clear why. He is determined to marry the Princess Matilda. If it is true that she has taken the veil he cannot do this. Such a marriage would be cursed.’

  ‘But you say the Princess denies this.’

  ‘Yes. She is, I have heard from her uncle, a good and pious young woman. It seems hardly likely that she would lie.’

  ‘Either she or the Abbess is lying. Would the Abbess lie?’

  ‘The Abbess might well do so and convince herself that she was obeying God’s will.’

  ‘Could you make the decision?’

  ‘I doubt if I could alone. I would have to convene some sort of council.’

  ‘Well, what will you do?’

  ‘I think I should at least return to England and have discourse with the King.’

  Henry had impatiently awaited the coming of Anselm and when he arrived, greeted him warmly.

  Henry said, ‘I intended to recall you, in any case. It is not fitting that the Church in England should have no head. You are the Archbishop of Canterbury. Even though you were in a form of exile, nothing could alter that.’

  Anselm bowed his head.

  ‘I trust since you have arrived here you have been treated with all the respect due to an Archbishop of Canterbury?’

  ‘I have nothing of which to complain on that score. Although a very important ceremony over which I should have presided was held in my absence.’

  ‘You mean my coronation?’

  ‘I believe the Bishop of London performed that duty which rightly belongs to the Archbishop of Canterbury.’

  Ha, thought Henry, we are going to be a somewhat intransigent Archbishop and I shall not be ruled by the Church any more than my brother was. But at the moment Anselm’s help was needed, so he should be placated.

  ‘The circumstances were such, my lord Archbishop, that they brooked no delay. It was for this reason that I allowed the Bishop of London to crown me.’

  Anselm sai
d that he could understand the reason while he regretted the act.

  ‘Now, my lord, I need your help. I am determined to marry the Princess Matilda. Her aunt, the Abbess of Wilton, had made other plans for her against the Princess’s will. For years she has been ill-treating her and endeavouring to force her to take the veil. This the Princess refused to do; and now that I am ready to marry her, the Abbess insists that she has taken the vow.’

  ‘So it is a question of who is speaking the truth: the Abbess or her niece.’

  ‘There is no question in my mind, and I want you to prove the Abbess is lying.’

  ‘This would be too big an undertaking for me alone. I should have to set up a council.’

  ‘Then, for the love of God, set up a council. But do so without delay. I am impatient for this marriage.’

  An emissary from the Archbishop arrived at Wilton. There was nothing Christina could do to prevent his seeing Matilda.

  He stated what was expected of her.

  ‘The Archbishop has set up a council to decide whether the marriage of the King and yourself can be proceeded with. It will be necessary for you to appear before that council and tell the truth.’

  ‘I always tell the truth,’ said Matilda warmly.

  ‘You will have to convince the council that indeed you are free to marry. Will you do this?’

  ‘I will,’ said Matilda, ‘with all my heart. I can stand before God, if need be, without fear, and say that I have never taken the veil.’

  ‘That is well for you will be on oath to state the true facts.’

  He left and Matilda waited for the summons.

  She rarely saw the Abbess. Christina was furious because it looked as though her hopes were going to be frustrated. She had rejoiced at first when she had heard that Anselm was back and would preside over a council. She had thought that as a good churchman he would have the interests of the Abbey at heart. But the King had sent for him. The King was urging him to discover that Edith . . . she would not call her by that absurd name Matilda . . . was in the right.

  She was anxious; and when the summons came and her niece left the Abbey, she was even more apprehensive.

  The Archbishop announced that there was a report that the Princess Matilda had embraced a religious life. If this were the case and she had already made her vows to Almighty God, no power on earth would induce him to give her a dispensation. If it were indeed true that she had taken the veil then she must return to the Abbey of Wilton and could never be the King’s wife.