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Authors: Elizabeth Chadwick

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‘Ah, Robert. And he too has ambitions, I think.’

‘He would be King of France, but he is cautious. He may agree with your policies, but do not expect him to support you unless it suits his purpose.’

Raymond drummed his fingers on the back of the bench. ‘The men of Aquitaine? They would stay?’

‘You are my father’s brother, they would follow you – I think you know that. Certainly they would stay with me rather than follow Louis.’

He nodded purposefully and stood up. ‘Time I retired,’ he said. ‘There is much to consider. I shall speak with Louis on the matter of Aleppo … and if I cannot bring him to agree, then we shall have to think of a different way around the dilemma.’

She rose too and he tenderly kissed her brow. ‘All will be well, I promise you.’

Alienor’s throat tightened. ‘My father always kissed me and told me the same thing – but it wasn’t true.’

Raymond gave a mordant smile. ‘We were both speaking of the future, my dear, not the present.’

A noise in the darkness to their left made them turn swiftly, but there was nothing to see, and when they listened they could only hear the splash of the fountain and the soft chirring of crickets. ‘There are many cats abroad at night,’ Raymond said with a curled lip, ‘all with their ears pricked and their eyes shining like mirrors. Go now, quickly.’

Her heart hammering, Alienor stepped inside her chamber. Marchisa was waiting to light her back to her room, and Gisela was sitting up on her pallet with the gauze curtain drawn back and her eyes wide. ‘Madam?’

‘Go back to sleep,’ Alienor said, her voice quiet but terse.

‘Madam.’ Gisela’s curtain swished back down.

Alienor stretched out on her own bed. Marchisa left quietly, having placed the lamp in a chain holder. The flame softly flickered, creating reflections and patterns on the marble floor, the fire drawing in the direction of the faint breeze from the lancet windows high above the bed. She lay awake for a long time, her hand on her womb, and watched the flow of the light over the floor and walls until the lamp guttered and went out.

Louis found Raymond of Antioch disturbing and irritating in equal measure. His height, strength and golden presence made Louis feel that he had to puff out his own chest and try to match him; yet his best always seemed inadequate.

‘We should strike at Aleppo,’ Raymond said firmly. ‘That is the greatest threat to Antioch now that Edessa has fallen to the Turk. If we can take it, then we will have stability for years to come.’

‘I am not convinced it is a good idea,’ Louis said. ‘Edessa is already lost. Aleppo may be important to you, but we must listen to what the King of Jerusalem and his barons have to say. I say it would be better to concentrate on Damascus.’ He shot Raymond a challenging look, and was gratified and also a little afraid to see the flash of temper in the Prince’s blue eyes.

‘That would be folly,’ Raymond snapped. ‘It would be much simpler and more sensible to take Aleppo first and then deal with Damascus.’

‘From your point of view, yes, but that may not be the opinion of Jerusalem.’ Louis looked over his shoulder at Thierry de Galeran and his uncle William de Montferrat, who both nodded agreement.

‘We are like a row of pins. Knock one down and it will crash into another and then another. Edessa has already fallen and Antioch is the next pin in that sequence. If I fall, then Tripoli follows, and then the precious Kingdom of Jerusalem. And all for the want of a decisive strike now.’

Louis eyed Raymond’s clenched fist and took a perverse pleasure in saying, ‘So you say, but I well know the situation and wish to take other counsel.’

Raymond raised his eyebrows. ‘Indeed, sire? Then in knowing, you must have great insight, since you do not dwell here.’

‘Sometimes it takes someone with a longer view.’ Louis leaned back, aping the indolent pose Raymond often assumed. ‘My intent is to ride down to Jerusalem and fulfil my pilgrimage. Once that is accomplished, I shall consider the battlefield again.’

‘Some of us do not have that choice,’ Raymond said with asperity. ‘You came to help, but I see now you have no intention of doing so.’

Louis gave him a steely look. ‘I shall do what I consider best, not what you would have me do to suit yourself.’

Raymond swallowed and Louis could almost see him grinding his teeth. It made him want to smile. He could play the game and beat this man whom he had disliked and distrusted on sight.

‘Sire, I hope you will reconsider,’ Raymond said stiffly. ‘Perhaps we should talk again on another occasion when you have had opportunity to reflect.’

Louis dipped his head. ‘I shall think on the matter, but I doubt I shall change my mind.’

Raymond left quietly, but the atmosphere around him was tense with suppressed rage. Louis was wary, but content. It gave him a sense of power and achievement to know he could defeat Raymond just by refusing. And after all, the opinion of Jerusalem was what really mattered.

His brother Robert cleared his throat and folded his arms. ‘I think we should help him to take Aleppo,’ he said. ‘We need to look at the future when we are gone from here. He does have a point.’

Louis scowled. ‘I will not have my hand forced. I do not trust him. He is little better than a Greek and a bad influence. He courts people with fine words and gilded trappings, but it is all false. A snail may produce the colour purple from its shell, but it still leaves a trail of slime.’ Louis affected an imperious air. ‘I shall go to Jerusalem. The honour of Christ stands far above the needs and conceits of this man.’

Alienor waited until she was certain Louis was alone in his chamber. Having spent an hour at his prayers, he was composing messages to Abbé Suger using a stylus and a waxed tablet before retiring to bed.

‘I must speak with you,’ she said.

Louis gave her a supercilious look. ‘Can you spare the time away from your precious uncle to do so?’

She gave a sigh of annoyance. ‘He is my closest living kin on my father’s side. We have much to talk about.’

‘I am sure you do,’ he sneered.

Alienor wanted to slap him. ‘He is right about Aleppo. You said you would help him, so why are you refusing now? Do you not see how important it is?’

‘Warfare is men’s business and you should not meddle.’ Louis gave a dismissive wave of his right hand. ‘If he has sent you to plead on his behalf, then his cause is worthless. I only take advice from men I trust, and certainly not from you.’

‘You insult him, and you insult me.’

‘I insult no one; I speak as I find.’ He flashed her an angry look. ‘You both have your agendas and I will not be a pawn.’

‘You are already a pawn,’ she said scornfully. ‘The men of your own faction play their power games with you, but you are so much in their thrall that you do not see it, or perhaps you do not want to see it.’

‘I am my own man,’ he snapped.

‘And on your own. How much of a man are you, Louis? How much of a king? I have seen precious little of either in you.’

‘Enough!’ He cast down the stylus with a metallic clatter.

Alienor made a throwing gesture that rippled her long silk sleeve. ‘If you go to Jerusalem, you go alone. I am staying in Antioch.’

‘You are the Queen of France and by God you will go where I go.’

‘I will not.’ She stood tall. ‘It is finished between us, Louis. I want our marriage annulled.’

A look of astonishment crossed his face, swiftly followed by fury. ‘Your uncle has put you up to this, hasn’t he?’

‘He has no need to. I am the one broaching the subject. Our marriage is consanguineous – something we both know and have ignored, but clearly God has not looked on our match with favour. Better we part now than drag it like a corpse behind us for the rest of our lives.’

‘Is this what you and your uncle have been talking about at all hours of the night?’ Louis demanded. ‘By Christ, you are unfaithful and unchaste.’

‘Then why keep me when I am so unsuitable?’ she spat. ‘Why stay wed to a wife you neither trust nor desire? You would be free to beget a son on someone else if you set me aside. Your barons and clerics would no longer have cause to make their petty complaints about me. This is a practical time to agree an annulment. You can hand me into the keeping of my uncle and it will be an honourable exchange – the more so since his wife is your own second cousin.’ She saw the glint of uncertainty in his eyes and pressed home her point. ‘Do you really wish to continue with this travesty of a marriage? If so, you have given no sign of it since we set out from Saint-Denis.’

He looked away. ‘I took a vow not to sully myself, you know that.’


Sully?
Does that not say it all?’ Her anger burned very close to white heat but somehow she held it down.

‘I will have to consult with my advisers,’ he said.

‘You mean seek their permission?’ Alienor scoffed. ‘Do you have to do everything by order of Abbé Suger and that codless Templar? Does Thierry de Galeran rule your mind as well as your bedchamber? You say you are your own man? Well, prove it.’

Louis gave her a look filled with distaste. ‘I am God’s man first, and it is His will I do.’

‘Then ask Him.’

‘Let me be,’ Louis said through clenched teeth. ‘I will give you an answer when I am ready.’

‘Do as you will, but know this: I am not going with you. My choice is made and I am staying here in Antioch.’

As she left the chamber, Thierry de Galeran was waiting to go in and from the look on his face had plainly been eavesdropping. He wore a soft silk robe embroidered with small silver crosses, and over the top, incongruously, his scarred leather swordbelt. Alienor gave him a glare filled with loathing. ‘It is for the best,’ she said. ‘Tell him that while you are both at your prayers.’

Thierry returned her look before sweeping a supercilious bow and entering the chamber.

Slumped in his chair, Louis glanced up as Thierry closed the door. ‘You heard?’ He pinched the bridge of his nose.

‘Some of it, sire,’ Thierry said cautiously.

‘She wants to dissolve the marriage on the grounds of consanguinity and stay here when we leave.’ Louis lowered his hand and looked up. ‘I am half inclined to grant her wish.’

Thierry frowned and hitched his belt. ‘I advise you not to be hasty, sire. If you agree, it will damage your prestige. People will say you cannot keep your wife and that another man has taken her away, albeit that the man is her uncle. It would mean that the men of Aquitaine would look to Antioch for leadership, not France. You are Aquitaine’s overlord in law, but if the Queen repudiates you, your position will be difficult.’

‘She is a thorn in my side.’ Louis’s expression contorted. ‘And all the more painful because I still remember the beauty of the rose.’

‘Many beautiful things are sent by the Devil to do us harm,’ Thierry said. ‘Look at the beauty of a viper’s gleaming skin, but know that it has a deadly bite. And did not the serpent entice Eve into tasting the fruit of the tree of knowledge, and did she not then persuade Adam to eat of it?’

‘I will write to Suger,’ Louis said with a sigh. ‘He will advise me, but you are right. In the meantime she should not remain in Antioch.’

‘I do not think you should bring your army into Antioch. Rather let them join us further on.’

Louis’s gaze sharpened. ‘What are you saying?’

‘Sire, I have heard disquieting rumours.’

‘What kind of rumours?’

Thierry screwed up his face as if he had been drinking vinegar. ‘I believe that the lord of Antioch plots against you.’

‘Think or know?’ Louis’s breathing quickened and panic tightened his chest.

‘I have seen the Prince trying to drive a wedge between our people. He speaks fair words in your brother’s ear, and I believe he is plotting with the Queen too.’ Thierry’s tone dripped with revulsion. ‘I suspect Raymond and the Queen have been inappropriate together. I have seen them sitting as close as lovers, alone without attendants when everyone else is asleep.’ His voice slurred a little on excess saliva. ‘I have seen them embracing. She has behaved inappropriately with other men too. Geoffrey de Rancon was in her chambers until long after midnight on the night before he left Antioch, and my spies report that they parted tenderly. It makes me wonder if what happened to the vanguard on Mount Cadmos was purely an accident.’

Louis stared at him in horror. ‘By Christ and Saint Denis, are you sure of this?’

‘Sire, I would not have spoken if I did not have grave doubts. I say we should leave Antioch the moment our army comes within reach and ride immediately for Jerusalem, bringing the Queen with us. With her at your side, her uncle will not dare to move against us, and where she goes, the men of Aquitaine will follow like drones.’

Louis swallowed. ‘What do you advise?’

‘That we make plans to leave by stealth the moment we know our troops are close. We shall need to move swiftly and only tell the people we trust. Raymond cannot stop you riding away, nor can he prevent you from taking your own wife. You must remove her from his influence and keep her at your side where she will have no opportunity to plot and scheme.’

Louis felt sick. He could not encompass the enormity of what he was being told. He did not want to believe it, and yet Thierry was his eyes and his ears and could nose out plots like a rat discovering a piece of rancid cheese. He had had a sense of danger for a long time now, and it did not surprise him, but he did feel very afraid.

‘Let me deal with it, sire,’ Thierry said smoothly. ‘I shall make sure that the Queen is ready to leave when the moment comes.’

Louis nodded, relief flowing through him. ‘You always know what to do for the best,’ he said.

31
Antioch, March 1148

The night was close and Alienor had told her women to leave the shutters open to encourage what little air there was to circulate. Somewhere in that vast, spangled darkness, Geoffrey was on the road. She remembered their conversation about the stars on the plains of Hungary, and hoped he was making swift progress.

This morning she had visited the church of Saint Peter to offer up prayers and silver for his safety and that of their child. She was eager now for Louis to leave for Jerusalem so she could relax her guard and have peace. Under cover of the square of embroidery on which she was working, she gently cupped her womb and whispered words of love and comfort to the child.

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