The hardness in Katherine's breast dissolved a little, and she said with a faint smile, " 'Tis something to know that he yet thinks of me in dreams. But what is it you would have me do, madam?"
The Princess, gripping her chair arms violently, cried, "Go to him! Go to him - and somehow, make him listen - -make him stop these dreadful things he's planning - Christ's mercy! I think he has gone mad!"
The girl got up and ran to kneel by the weeping Princess. "Dear lady, he is not mad, I know he's not - but he would never listen to me, never has he told me his plans."
The Princess clutched the girl's arm. "All morning I pled with him, Sir Simon Burley - Richard's guardian - pled. I even summoned the old archbishop here, John would not see him, do you know what he means to do?" She shuddered, and her tear-blurred eyes grew fixed. "He means to muster an army, his own people and Percy's from the north, he means to march it on to London! Civil war! Worse far than what my dear lord dreaded. There'll be no England left for Richard."
"And this gathering of an army is not all," cried the Princess. "He proposes this night to violate sanctuary - to seize some prisoner who has fled to St. Paul's - to drag him out from the altar - hang him."
"Jesu, no!" cried Katherine in horror. For this sacrilege seemed to her the worst of all that the Princess had said. The right of sanctuary was God's most sacred law and to violate it meant damnation.
"Ay," said the Princess with a groan. "Every man's hand would be against him then. John will be killed. He was saved last night, Katherine, but after this nothing could save him. As surely as his grandfather was murdered in Berkeley Castle, so will John be killed and thousands of others with him."
"This prisoner," cried Katherine, "who is he?" In the blackness of her confusion, there was a glimmering. An intuition.
"Some knave who did write placards about the Duke, so Percy said." The Princess spoke with weary impatience. She thought this a foolish question indeed when the welfare of her son and England was at stake.
But Katherine's intuition grew stronger. In some way the prisoner held the key to John's unreason. All these things which he had done to so inflame the people dated from the time he read the placard at St. Paul's. Suddenly prideful hurt and anger vanished, and her love flowed back on a wave of pity, while she felt in her own breast a vibration from the wild submerged pain he had been suffering. She saw that the Princess Joan was right, and that she alone had love enough for him to wrestle with his demon.
The bower door opened and a child walked in, a lad with curling flaxen hair and a face so delicate that but for his particoloured hose and royal blazoned surcote he might have been a girl.
"Dickon!" cried the Princess holding out her hand. "Come to me, love. Here, Lady Swynford," she said as the child stood by her knee, "is England's hope." She looked at Katherine with pleading, praying that the girl's hesitation would be finally resolved by the sight of this fair royal child.
Katherine started from her thoughts and curtsied. Richard bowed to her in a courtly manner, and said, "Mama, my lord Uncle John is leaving - he's on the stairs - I thought you didn't wish him to go."
"Dear God!" cried the Princess jumping up, "he must not go. If he leaves here - Katherine - can you stop him - for I know that I cannot."
"Perhaps," whispered the girl. She shut her eyes. Her mind formed no prayer, she importuned no saints nor even the Blessed Virgin for help, and yet it seemed that some new calm strength came to her.
The Princess rushed to the door. They went out together and down the newel stairs to the courtyard.
The Duke, in brass helmet and full armour, his hand resting on his sword, stood by the river gate shouting last instructions to Percy: "Then by dawn we'll have raised a thousand men between us, 'twill do for now. The Savoy - -"
He stopped and stared, as Katherine came up to him. "My lord - -"
So full was he of his new plans that at first it seemed he did not know her. Beneath his lifted visor his face was set and haggard, his eyes the sharp ice-blue she had always feared.
She looked at him softly, but she spoke with the force that had come to her. "My lord, I must see you alone now."
"Katrine!" he said bewildered. "What do you here? You were at the Savoy - nay, in Billingsgate - I remember Robin Beyvill said you sent him. 'Twas not well done, they were in no danger here at Kennington. I would have faced them down in London, they'd not have dared to touch me,"
"My dearest lord," said Katherine, looking steadily up into his face, "I wish to see you alone."
"What tiresome folly!" He jerked his mailed hand on his sword hilt. "I'm off to the Savoy. My men are gathering, and I've other work to do this night."
Katherine drew herself high, her chin lifted and she said inflexibly, "All this will wait until you've talked with me. I command it, my lord."
"Command!"
"Yes," she said unflinching. "By reason of this you gave me." From her purse she drew the sapphire ring and held it out to him on her palm. "And this is the first thing I have ever asked of you, my lord."
He looked at the ring, and then at Katherine.
He turned impatiently to Percy. "You go on ahead. I'll follow shortly. Now, Katrine, what do you wish of me?"
The Princess saw that the first battle had been won and came forward hastily. "There's a fire in the State Chamber, my lord, you can talk to Lady Swynford there. I'll send food and drink to you, for you've not eaten all this day - -" She saw his face darken, and added with the desperate guile she had often needed for her Edward, "Supper will give you more strength and a clearer head for whatever it is you plan to do tonight."
John frowned, but he walked over to the stairs without comment. The women followed, while the Princess pulled Katherine a little behind. "God help you, child," she whispered, "and Saint Venus help you too. You'll have need of every help to turn him from his purpose. Make him drink much - and - by Peter, I wish there were time to dress you in one of my silk chamber gowns, though 'twouldn't fit - no matter, you must know the ways to make him think of love. Woo him, cajole him, weep - -"
"Dear madam," whispered Katherine, "I'll do what I can." But not for you nor me, nor England, she thought, but because he is destroying his own soul.
She entered the State Chamber and the Duke turned sharply on her. "What would you say to me, Katrine - I've little time."
"Time enough to rest a bit though, my lord. And I can't talk to a man standing in full armour, 'tis frightening." She gave him a gay coaxing smile, though her heart beat fast.
He grunted and sat down on the wide oak chair where his brother had used to sit. She went to him and quickly unhooked the latchet of his brass helmet and lifted it off his head. "And you can't eat in these," she said, unbuckling the straps that fastened his mailed gauntlets. "Here comes Robin with wine - won't you let him take off the rest of your armour? 'Twill be quickly donned again when you wish to leave."
She gestured to Robin, for still John did not speak.
He was fighting a great weariness that had come on him when he sat down. He had not slept in two nights, the first at Percy's Inn, the second here. His head swam, and because it blunted his purpose, he fought off too the realisation of how strongly he had responded to Katherine's touch as she drew off his helmet.
He suffered Robin to unbuckle the other sections of his armour and hang them with his great sword from gilded wall pegs where the Prince of Wales' black tilting gear still hung. Then he took the cup of wine that Katherine brought him and drank quickly.