It seemed as though there was a sudden silence in the forest. Then Philippa said: ‘You will be a King and a King of England. They will have to find you a very grand princess to be your Queen.’
His mouth was firm and his shining eyes rested on her as he said: ‘I shall choose my own.’
Philippa was a little afraid. Instinct warned her that she should not be alone here with the Prince. Her mother would say it was wrong for her to allow herself to be led away. She had always obeyed her mother.
Instinctively she turned away, urging her horse forward. Edward walked his horse beside her and soon they were out of the clearing.
Before they returned to the castle they had joined the rest of the party.
The Queen knew that she could not stay too long even when offered such hospitality. The Count and Countess treated her like an honoured guest and Sir John hovered adoringly, but, as she said to Mortimer, they must move on.
However, she had a notion that coming to Hainault was going to prove one of the best courses they could have taken. She was going to speak to the Count of her predicament but first she would confer with Sir John. Sir John was only too delighted to enjoy a tête-á-tête with her, and posing as the pathetic lady in distress— which was the role in which he liked her best, she fancied she gave him a long account of her sufferings during her life with Edward and how it had come to the point when she could endure it no longer. He turned pale with horror when she mentioned the fear she had of the wicked Despensers and how she believed that if she set foot in England that would be an end of her.
‘You must not go back without adequate protection,’ he declared.
‘You are right of course, my dear good friend, but how can I find that protection?’
‘I will go with you.’
‘You are so good to me, but one man alone, however valiant, could not save me.’
‘I shall not go alone. I shall take an army with me.’
Isabella’s heart leaped in triumph. ‘You would do that?’
‘It would be my joy and my privilege.’
‘An army―’ she began.
‘Yes, an army to join your own. We would march on Westminster and force the King to offer up those despicable men. I shall not rest until we have their heads for I see that you will be unsafe while they live.’
‘I cannot believe anyone could be so good to me as you are.’
‘You will see,’ he promised. ‘You will see.’
‘Do you realize, my dear Sir John, that this means going to a foreign country and fighting someone’s else’s cause?’
‘It is fighting your cause, my dear lady, and I ask nothing better than that.’
‘You would have to have your brother’s consent.’
‘Fear not, I shall speak to him.’
Her heart sank. This was a romantic young man. His brother, the more mature Count who controlled Sir John and his armies, might not consent.
‘Do you think he will agree?’
‘I shall beg and implore him and continue to do so until he becomes so weary of my importunings that he will be glad to be rid of me.’
‘Oh how I thank God for throwing me into your path.’
He kissed her hand. He would go at once to his brother, he said, and tell him that he proposed to go to England with her in order to set her son on the throne and depose that Edward who had lost the confidence of his people― and most heinous sin of all had ill-treated the most wonderful woman in the world.
While he was sympathetic, the Count was far from enthusiastic at the project.
‘My dear brother,’ he said, ‘you are proposing to go into a foreign country and embark on a war which is really no concern of yours.’
‘The fact that Edward of England has ill-treated a lady is surely of concern to any knight.’
‘You are young and romantic,’ replied the Count. ‘That is not good politics.’
‘What would you suggest I do?’
‘Escort the lady to the coast. Wish her well. Offer her friendship but not an army.’
‘I could not do that.’
‘You cannot involve Hainault in English affairs.’
‘It is not a matter of politics. It is one of chivalry.’
‘Oh, brother, I fancy the Queen of England is a very astute lady. She will know how to look after herself. No, I cannot give you permission to take an army to England.’
‘ I should raise that army. It would be my responsibility.’
‘You are my brother, remember. No, I could not give my consent.’
Sir John’s lips were stubborn. For the first time there was a coolness between him and his brother. The Count thought: If I do not give my consent, he will act without it. That much is certain.
Isabella, knowing that the interview had taken place, was eager to know the result. She waylaid Sir John and was immediately struck by his dismal looks.
‘You have spoken to your brother?’ she asked anxiously.
Sir John nodded gloomily. ‘He is against it. Oh, believe me, he has the utmost sympathy for your predicament. He would do a great deal to help you―’
‘But his generosity would stop at sending an army.’
‘That is what he says. But I do not despair. I shall persuade him―’
‘And if he will not agree―’
He kissed her hand. ‘I should never desert you,’ he answered.
Isabella sought an opportunity of talking to the Count alone, but she did not mention the fact that his brother had spoken to him.
She said: ‘It has been a great pleasure to rest awhile under your roof, Count, and do you know what has pleased me as much as anything? It is to see the friendship which has sprung up between our children. Edward is quite enchanted by your delightful daughters and I fancy they are not displeased with him.’
The Count was alert. He had a great respect for Isabella’s strategies. ‘He is a charming boy. Handsome, tall, strong and of noble character. That much is clear.’
‘It is gratifying,’ she answered, ‘to perceive these qualities in the heir to a great crown.’
‘He is indeed kingly in his bearing.’
‘I am eager that he should make a good marriage,’ went on the Queen, ‘and by that I mean a happy one. I shall never forget my own arrival in a strange country and what was revealed to me when I came.’ She shuddered. ‘I want Edward to have a little choice when it comes to his marrying. I would like him to have met his bride first and found that he was fond of her before the ceremony.’
The Count’s heart had begun to beat fast. Was she suggesting one of his daughters might be Queen of England? It was a dazzling prospect. He and Jeanne wanted good marriages for their girls but happy ones at the same time and it was clear that all four girls were already a little enamoured of the handsome Edward.
He came straight to the point: ‘My lady, do you mean that you would consider one of my daughters as a bride for your son?’
‘That was what was in my mind,’ answered Isabella. ‘I believe you would consider it a worthy match.’
‘I will not pretend, my lady, that I should not have thought of looking so high. I have heard however that the King of England is in progress of arranging a match for the Prince with Aragon.’
‘What the King arranges will be of no moment when justice is done. It is I who will decide whom my son shall marry. When I take an army to England my aim will be to remove the villain Despensers from the King and if he protests, then it will be my duty to my son and to England to transfer the crown from the worthless father to the worthy son. Oh rest assured, my lord Count, it will not be Edward, at present King of England, who will decide whom my son shall marry.