The country was not as peaceful as he might well believe it was. There was trouble brewing and if he was going to behave in this manner Richard was going to foment it.
He took a step towards the King and at that moment one of the hounds which had been lying in the corner of the room sprang up and bared its teeth at Edmund.
Richard laughed. ‘Come here, Math.’ The dog went to him, placed its feet on his shoulders and began to lick his face.
‘He was not going to harm me, Math. You would not have forgiven him would you, if he had?’
He patted the dog’s head, and grinned at his uncle.
‘My faithful friend,’ he said. ‘He will defend me with his life. Let any come against me and Math will make short work of him.’
The King sat down. Edmund remained standing. Richard said: ‘This is my favourite hound, my Math. He is a royal dog. He serves none but the King. He likes me to wear my crown. Do you not, Math? How excited you become when you see that bauble on my head. Has it struck you, Uncle, that dogs have an extra sense which we lack? They will not go to haunted places. They bristle, they draw back, they bare their teeth. Sometimes I think they are aware of coming events. What say you?’
It was Richard’s way of telling Edmund that the matter of the Lancaster estates was to be discussed no more.
Edmund asked for leave to retire and it was graciously given.
The little Queen was restive. It was so long since she had seen the King. She lived for his visits. She thought he was the most handsome man in the world; and they always had such fun together. He would ask her how she was getting on at her lessons with a certain mock severity which would have them laughing so much that there would be tears in their eyes. Then they would talk about clothes and he would bring in the musicians so that they could dance together.
Once he had played a trick on her and sent Richard Maudelyn to her. She was proud of the fact that she had quickly discovered him not to be her King, although she had had to admit that Richard Maudelyn played the part well.
She was a little anxious because she fancied Richard was concerned about something. She did get scraps of information mostly by listening to servants. She knew that there had been a big quarrel between John of Gaunt’s son and the Duke of Norfolk and that Richard had sent them both into exile.
Much nearer home so that it concerned her more was the departure of the Lady de Couci. It seemed that she had been spending too much money and behaving as though she were the Queen Mother.
Well, perhaps she had. Isabella did not greatly regret her going. She had a new governess who was the wife of the Earl of March, a sad woman at the time – very different from Lady de Couci – because she had just lost her husband who had been killed in Ireland.
Oh, if only Richard would come to see her! She would sulk a little when he did come. It had been such a long time.
Every night she prayed: ‘Oh God, let him come tomorrow.’ But God took no notice of her prayers.
But finally they were answered. She was at her lessons with her new governess when she heard the sounds of arrival; and throwing aside her books she dashed down to the great hall and there he was – handsome, fair hair glistening in the sunlight, standing there looking about him for his little Queen.
She flung herself at him. ‘Richard! Richard! Are you indeed here?’
‘It would seem so. Is this the way to greet your King? Would you suffocate him?’
‘I would hold him so fast that he could never get away.’
‘Methinks he would be happy if you could do that.’
‘Richard … Richard how long you have been!’
‘Affairs of state, sweet lady.’
‘I hate affairs of state.’
‘I am often in agreement with you.’
‘I thought Kings sat on thrones with their Queens beside them and went riding out and the people cheered them … and they were always together.’
‘It rarely happens so. But here I am. Now tell me, how have you been faring?’
Arm in arm they went into the castle.
She said: ‘Feasts must be prepared. I must command them to roast the finest deer.’
‘I think they will do it for me, and leave you to be with me, little Queen.’
‘Yes, mayhap they will and I would not lose one moment with you. How long shall you stay?’
He stroked her hair. ‘I leave today, dearest. I broke the journey just to see you.’
‘No!’
‘I fear so, my little one. I am going to Ireland.’
‘Is it because of the Earl of March?’
He nodded.
‘And when will you come back?’
‘Soon and then straight to you.’
‘Lady de Couci has gone.’
‘Does it grieve you?’
‘No.’
‘She gave herself airs. She thought she was the Queen. Did you know she kept three goldsmiths, three cutlers, three furriers all at my expense.’
‘I must cost you a lot of money.’
‘The Exchequer groans under your extravagance.’
She laughed and nestled close to him.
‘I am glad,’ she said. ‘It will stop you forgetting me.’
‘Do you think I should ever do that?’
She threw her arms about his neck.
‘What, preparing to suffocate me again! They say a King’s life is always in danger. It would seem so.’
‘Don’t say it! Don’t say it!’ she cried, putting her hands over his mouth. He took them and kissed them.
‘Shall I tell you about Math?’
‘Oh yes, yes.’
‘He is such a naughty dog. When he sees me in my crown he leaps with excitement. Do you know I do not believe he would love me half as much if I were not the King.’
‘I would love you always.’
‘My dearest and most faithful Queen. Will you always love me then, Isabella?’
She nodded gravely. Then she was laughing. ‘I pray you do not think you can deceive me by sending Richard Maudelyn to me again.’
‘Nay. I learned my lessons there.’
‘Richard, must you go today?’
‘I must.’
‘Ireland is so far away.’
‘As soon as I am back I shall come to you.’
‘Promise me that.’
‘I swear it.’
Then she said: ‘Let us forget now that you are going to leave me. Let us be happy while we can.’
So they were merry together, both pretending to forget that parting was imminent.
They went to Mass together in Windsor Church and on leaving took wine and comfits at the door.
There he must say his last farewell to her. He picked her up in his arms and kissed her again and again. She clung to him.
‘Richard, don’t go. Richard, stay.’
‘My little love,’ he said, ‘people watch us. We must remember, must we not, that we are the King and Queen? Adieu, my sweetest, until we meet again.’
Then he released himself and turned away to hide his emotion.
Henry of Bolingbroke was brooding in Paris. He had good friends with him – all Richard’s enemies. There was Thomas Arundel the Archbishop of Canterbury and the young Earl of Arundel who still talked fiercely of avenging his father. Agents from England had been coming back and forth with news of the people’s discontent with Richard and now Henry had a grievance. The King had broken his promise. Solemnly he had sworn that the Lancaster estates should not be forfeited to the crown and immediately on the death of John of Gaunt this had been done. If the King could break his promise that released Bolingbroke from his.
Henry was going to England. He was going to take the crown from Richard, but he must act cautiously. He could have gathered together an army in France but the English would not wish to see foreigners on their soil and his cause would be lost before it started. What Henry wanted was an English army fighting to replace a weak king by a strong one.