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‘How so?' asked Edith eagerly.

‘Alan of Bretagne, celebrating his success in getting the King's approval, drank himself to a stupor. When he stood up, God struck him down. That lustful body is now being consumed by the fires of hell.'

A horrible image, but how could she help but be grateful for her escape!

‘Come,' said the Abbess, ‘kneel with me now and give thanks to God.'

But there was still the further problem. Aunt Christina was wrong if she thought the way was clear. Because one terror had been removed it did not mean that the other alternative did not remain.

I will not become a nun, vowed Edith.

It would begin again, the persecutions, the taunts, the persuasions. But she would be firm. She had never given her word.

Did God in truth mean that he had determined she should become the future Abbess? Had he removed Alan de Bretagne in such a dramatic way as a sign?

She did not know, but the fact that she was saved from Alan did not mean that she loved the black Benedictine robe any the more.

The Abbess declared she had a further revelation of God's approval.

She was to be appointed to the Abbey of Wilton as its Abbess.

This delighted her. It was Wilton Abbey over which a member of the Atheling family had always presided.

She was to be its Abbess and she was determined to train Edith to follow in her footsteps.

The young Athelings could now return to their brother's court in Scotland. Only Edith and Mary, she insisted, must remain behind.

The Vices of the King's Court

THE KING WAS
in his bedchamber with several of his friends. They were laughing together at Robert, a very special favourite of the King, who had come to show the new fashion he had created in shoes. Robert pranced round the room in his
extraordinary footgear and coming to the King, bowed in an exaggerated fashion.

‘Get up, you fool,' cried the King.

‘But like you not my feet now, sir King?'

‘They become you well, Robert. You must see that I have the like.'

Robert sat on the floor and drawing off his shoe presented it to the King.

‘The long points are stuffed with tow, my lord, and corned up like a ram's horn.'

‘I never saw the like,' laughed Rufus, giving Robert an affectionate push which sent him sprawling across the floor. ‘Get up. Horned One. Get up, Cornard.'

‘An' you wish it,' answered Robert. ‘But I see my lord likes well my shoes.'

‘I like it well. What say you?' he demanded of the company.

‘My lord, we like well Robert Cornard's horned shoes.'

‘Then Cornard he shall be named from henceforth. Come sit beside me, my Cornard, and tell me what adventures have been yours in the court today?'

‘Such as would make a bishop blush, lord.'

‘He is a shameful one, this Robert Cornard,' said the King. ‘But a pretty fellow albeit.'

‘And always thinking of new fashions to amuse my King. Look, like you well my curls, lord?'

Rufus pulled Robert's hair affectionately. It was long and had been curled with hot irons and parted in the centre, falling about his face.

He looked more like a woman than a man. He was scented and his robes swept the floor as he walked, or rather minced, about the chamber. He had a bad reputation, for it was said that he was an adept at many evil practices known to men of his kind. The King was amused by him and although he was not the friend Ranulf was, Rufus never seemed to tire of his company.

In the hall below, a banquet was being prepared and shortly the King would descend to the hall surrounded by his friends. They were all rivals for his attention, these young men, and each tried to outshine the others, Scented, their hair long and
curled, their robes like women's robes cut low at the neck, they crowded about him, jostling for his attention.

Rufus could not help smiling as he watched them and wondered what his father would say if he could look into his successor's bedchamber.

Rufus had no illusions about himself. One of his great virtues was the rare ability to see himself clearly; and an added quality was that he never shied from the truth.

Well, Father, he mused, as he looked on that scene and listened to the high-pitched voices of his friends, we cannot all be alike. My court is a gayer place than yours ever was. You had no time for the pleasures of life. For you it was continual conquest. You were known through the latter years of your life and mayhap will be known for ever more as the Conqueror. What shall I be known as? Rufus! Shall I leave behind nothing to be remembered by except my red hair and ruddy complexion?

Yet I am a soldier – not as good as you, but who could be? I have followed the laws you laid down. I have kept the country intact. And I have now got my hands on Normandy. It may well be that I shall bring it under the English crown, for how is Robert ever going to pay me back? I have built even as you did. There is this noble hall of Westminster. I have added the White Tower to your Tower of London, and I have built a bridge across the Thames. Cathedrals, monasteries and churches have been built, although I confess I have had little hand in those. There is something about the Church I cannot stomach. Perhaps it is because churchmen seem to me such hypocrites and, sinner that I am, I am not that.

There'll be no son to follow me. I could not take to women, and marriage is too repulsive to me. I have brothers, Robert and Henry. Robert would be useless as King. I am not sure of Henry. He's ambitious and clever, they say. But he'll be an old man before I'm ready to go. There are the sons of my sisters. What a morbid subject! I'm not going yet. There is too much here to amuse me. I like life, Father. I enjoy it as you never could. These are my friends who amuse me – something you who were all man could never understand. The hunt . . . now there we are on common ground. It's something
we could always share. The feel of a horse beneath one . . . the baying of the dogs . . . the chase!

Nay, Father, if you watch me from wherever you are, do not think too badly of me. I have followed in your steps as far as possible. I think of you and your wise laws. I follow them. But I am myself and must act accordingly.

Robert had brought his face to that of the King.

‘My lord is thoughtful.'

‘Aye,' said Rufus, ‘and it is time you dressed me for the banquet.'

‘My lord's hose,' cried Robert, and a page came running with the garment. Robert's nose crinkled with disgust. He covered his face with his hands and pretended to weep.

‘What foolery is this?' demanded Rufus laughing.

‘It is more than I can endure,' wept Robert. ‘My lord King to wear such hose!'

‘What's wrong with them?' demanded Rufus.

‘They are unworthy. I could bow to my lord but never to such a pair of hose.'

‘Have done with your jesting and dress me.'

‘'Tis no jest, lord; these hose are unfit for royal legs. Send for the varlet who brought them to you.'

Rufus looked on with amusement as the man appeared trembling before Robert, who had seated himself on the faldestol, cleverly imitating Rufus.

‘Hose, man, hose!' he shouted.

‘Yes, my lord,' said the frightened man.

‘You bring such hose to our lord the King!'

‘They are the King's hose, sir.'

‘Tell me the price of these hose, man.'

‘I know not.'

‘Then find out.'

The frightened man scurried away, and Robert continued to amuse the company by murmuring, ‘Hose . . . inferior hose . . . an insult to my royal legs . . .' He even endeavoured to make his face grow red with feigned temper.

The page returned with another man, and Robert signed for them to stand before him.

‘These offending hose,' said Robert. ‘Pray what did they cost?'

‘Three shillings, my lord.'

‘Three shillings. You would encase the King's royal legs in three shillings' worth of hose? You should have your eyes put out for such treason.'

The frightened chamberlain began to tremble.

‘My lord,' he began, ‘the King has never questioned—'

‘He is questioning now. A King should never wear hose that cost less than a mark. Bring me a worthy pair of hose if you do not wish to see how fierce my displeasure can grow.'

The chamberlain bowed and hurried off. In a few moments he returned with a pair of hose.

‘How much did these cost?' asked Robert without looking at them.

‘Two marks, my lord. They are very fine hose.'

‘They will serve. And, fellow, never on pain of death offer the King three shilling hose again.'

The company was greatly amused, and Robert minced over to the King holding the hose before him.

‘They look no better than the others,' said Rufus.

‘Yet they cost two marks and are therefore worthy of your royal legs.'

Robert could always be relied on to enliven the company with amusing games, and there was laughter while the King was dressed.

Then down to the hall they went, to the banquet where three hundred ushers and doorkeepers had been placed at all entrances to keep out the hungry people, who, attracted by the smell of roasting meat and knowing the hour when the meal would be taken, had assembled outside and, if not prevented, would come rushing into the hall as the food was carried in, and try to snatch it from the dishes.

Everything was in order. There stood the ushers, their rods in their hands, ready to keep out the rabble and make sure that the food and drink were carried to the table unmolested.

They feasted, and in due course the King retired to his chamber accompanied by his chosen companions.

Anselm was preaching against the vices of the King's entourage. He declared that the King and his friends partook in the most abandoned sodomy. They were extravagant; the
new fashions were disgusting to all normal men, for gentlemen wore long robes and mantles which swept the floor and their gloves were so long and wide, that a man could not use his hands when encased in these ridiculous objects. Their hair was worn long and flowing; it was crimped and curled; their shoes with the ram's horn toes, their mincing manners—all these, declared Anselm, were an abomination.

It should be remembered what had happened to the Cities of the Plain. How soon before God raised his hand against the King of England and his minions?

‘God curse Anselm,' said Rufus, and he wished that he could rid himself of the man. When he thought of the rich lands of the See of Canterbury still remaining in the hands of Anselm he grew so angry that the veins knotted at his temples, and his friends feared he would fall to the ground in a fit.

His hatred of the Pope had grown, for he had made a grave miscalculation concerning him. Urban had sent the pallium to Canterbury and saved a delicate situation, and Rufus had presumed, in view of the secret communications between them, that if he acknowledged him as the true Pope he would repay that recognition by relieving Anselm of his office.

Urban was wily. He was accepted in England. This was what he wanted, but since this had come about, why should he agree to the deposition of a man for whom he had the utmost respect in order to satisfy a king who lost no opportunity of stating his animosity towards the Church?

So Rufus, having acknowledged Urban as Pope, was still left with Anselm.

It was clever Ranulf who found a way. There had been a rising in Wales, and all those in possession of goods and lands were by law forced to supply men and money to suppress the revolt.

The Welsh had been subdued but, pointed out Ranulf, Anselm had done little towards the victory.

‘The forces he sent were ill-equipped,' declared the King's friend. ‘Why, with his resources he should have sent far more. This is an offence for which he can be summoned to your court and made to answer this charge.'

‘Let him be sent for,' said Rufus, ‘and let him be accused.
Let him be proved to be a traitor. Can I be expected to allow a traitor to hold my See of Canterbury?'

Ranulf arranged that Anselm should be sent for, but Anselm did not answer the summons.

The King was furious. He wanted to have him brought by force, but he realized that this was not wise. Anselm was head of the Church and, as Archbishop of Canterbury, was not under the jurisdiction of the King. He answered to the Pope, and Rufus cursed himself for having acknowledged Anselm's friend and ally.

It was a false step, but Rufus was too honest to blame anyone but himself for that.

Anselm should be condemned and they would see what could happen then.

A messenger arrived from Anselm for the King. He would not come to the court and the King had no powers to force him. He in his turn must have the King's permission to leave the country and he asked for it now. He wished to go to Rome to discuss his affairs with the Pope.

Rufus's immediate reply was a refusal, but after some consideration it occurred to him that it would not be a bad step to get Anselm out of the country. Once he was out, what harm could he do? The Pope could rage all he liked; Rufus was King in his own country, and with Anselm no longer there why should not Rufus seize the rich lands of Canterbury? Archbishop! He could do without an Archbishop.

So he let it be known that he might possibly accede to Anselm's request, and as a result the Archbishop prepared to leave for Rome.

He came to take his farewell from the King and give him his blessing.

‘Spare yourself,' shouted Rufus. ‘I've no need of your prayers.'

‘We all have need of prayers, my lord. A king more than his humblest subject.'

‘I'll do my own praying,' shouted Rufus. ‘Go where you will, but get out of my sight.'

Anselm left, and as soon as he had gone Rufus sent for several of his knights. ‘Go to Dover,' he commanded, ‘and make sure you reach there before the Archbishop. Search his
baggage lest he be taking to Rome any of the treasures of the Church.'

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