‘You do not realise it, Henry,’ he said, ‘but there is growing unrest throughout the country. I have had it from several of the barons. They don’t like what’s happening.’
‘I fail to understand,’ said Henry coldly.
‘That is why those who wish you well must enlighten you. If you do not stop this pampering of foreigners the barons will be in revolt. It will be our father’s troubles all over again.’
‘I will not have it.’
‘Alas, it is a matter in which one has no choice. The barons are meeting … as they have done before. They are talking about Magna Carta and you know what that means. It is even said that William de Valence is gathering together a council of foreigners in secret and that they are your advisers.’
Henry turned pale. It was true that he did discuss matters of state with William and some of those friends of whom he was growing fond. He scarcely saw Hubert de Burgh now, nor the leading earls and barons. He knew that Edmund of Canterbury was displeased with him, and he was always afraid of antagonising the Church. He could picture Richard’s placing himself at the head of his critics; and he knew from what had happened in his father’s case that they were capable of desperate acts to get rid of a King who displeased them. And there was Richard – the barons’ friend, ready to serve them if they should decide to take the crown from one brother and place it on the head of the other.
He had been rather foolish. He had been so happy with his fair Eleanor, he had welcomed her friends and her relations and they were more interesting to him than many of the English barons. They liked poetry and music; they liked discussion and subtle conversation; and could it really be that while they charmed him with these, they wrung concessions from him which were the cause of dissatisfaction?
Richard said: ‘There is much to occupy you, brother, and the English will never be ruled by others than themselves.’
‘That was not so when our father was on the throne. Didn’t they invite the French to come over and rule them?’
‘Henry, let us look the truth in the face. There was never a King such as our father. He committed every known folly. They were determined to be rid of him. But when you came to the throne how long did it take England to rid herself of foreigners?’
‘They went willingly.’
‘Because they knew they must. The English will not have foreigners on this soil, Henry. If you permit it, they will find some means of ridding themselves of you as they did our father.’
‘I wish people would not talk constantly of our father.’
‘He is a lesson to any King … how not to behave. Henry, I stand with you, and I am warning you. Trouble could rise … quickly. Moreover it is about to rise.’
‘Then what must I do?’
‘Get rid of William de Valence.’
‘But he is the Queen’s uncle. She loves him dearly!’
‘I hope she loves you more dearly. The price of keeping William de Valence here could well be your crown.’
‘You talk rashly, Richard.’
‘I talk for your good, brother,’ Richard shrugged his shoulders. ‘You will not heed me. Very well, I have done my duty. You will see what happens. Within a few weeks …’
‘I simply don’t believe it.’
‘No, I am sure you do not. You haven’t noticed the sullen looks of the people … the murmuring … And the barons, I warn you, Henry, are making ready.’
Richard turned and was about to leave when Henry called him back.
The brothers looked at each other steadily and Richard said slowly: ‘Get rid of William de Valence … or there will be war as there was with our father … war between the crown and barons. I have no more to say.’
Henry paced up and down. What could he do? In his heart he knew that Richard was right. He had been aware of the discontent. He had been warned by others. Hubert had hinted but Hubert never said much now. After his persecution he no longer trusted the King. He could imagine what they were saying, what they were doing.
Yet how could he tell Eleanor that her uncle must go? She would weep and entreat and he could not stand out against her tears.
He was saved from this by the appearance of William de Valence himself.
He was alarmed. He had heard rumours. He believed that some of the barons might take him prisoner.
‘I should never allow that,’ cried Henry.
‘No, but they might attempt it all the same.’
‘What will you do?’
‘I shall go back to Savoy. My dear nephew, do not try to persuade me. I can see this is what I must do.’
‘Eleanor will be distressed.’
‘Dear child! Come with me to her apartment. I would speak to you both.’
They went to Eleanor who, when she heard of her uncle’s decision, threw herself into his arms.
‘My dearest child,’ said William, ‘do not grieve. I can see that I am in danger and no good could be served by my staying here. I will go immediately … I shall leave with stealth … disguised perhaps. But I tell you this: ere long I shall be back.’
‘Oh, Henry,’ cried Eleanor, ‘what shall we do without my dearest uncle?’
‘We have each other,’ replied Henry.
‘Ah, my dear children, I rejoice in that. I shall go now … and come back. Then perhaps Henry will have some office in the Church to give me which would be a good reason for my living here. I am determined to come back. This is but a temporary farewell.’
He embraced them both and with some speed left them for his residence.
In a few days many people were delighted to learn that William de Valence had left the country. They were less pleased when it was revealed that he had taken with him all the treasure he had accumulated since he had come to England.
It was a warning. Neither Eleanor nor Henry talked much of it, but it was in their minds. His leniency with her friends and relations, although it pleased her, had the opposite effect on his people, and she had learned enough to know that they must not be too blatantly offended.
It was therefore comforting to turn to more domestic matters.
Henry confided in her that Eleanor his sister wanted to marry Simon de Montfort. ‘I never heard such nonsense,’ he said. ‘He has a high opinion of himself … imagining he can marry into the royal family! I am deeply disturbed, my love.’
Eleanor was thoughtful. She tried to put herself in the place of her sister-in-law. It was difficult. The marriage of the sister of the King of England with a mere Earl of Leicester could not be considered a very brilliant one and she could not imagine herself wanting to make it; but suppose she did, well then, undoubtedly she would bring it about and she fancied that the Princess was as strong-minded as she was herself.
‘You are thoughtful, my dearest,’ said Henry.
‘I believe she will marry him whatever you say.’
‘She dare not.’
‘She is a woman who would dare a great deal. She was married once for state reasons when she was but a child. I have a fancy that now she will marry to please herself and it is only necessary to see them together to realise that Simon de Montfort is her choice.’
‘You have a high opinion of my sister.’
‘I recognise her nature.’
‘She has grown into a determined woman during her widowhood, it is true. So my little Queen noticed that.’
‘Yes, your little Queen did and she thinks that it might be interesting for you to agree to the marriage of these two.’
‘Eleanor. My dear!’
‘Simon de Montfort is a man of strength. You see that at once. Remember how he got the better of Norfolk at the coronation. He is a man, I believe, whom you should have on your side.’
‘What are you suggesting? That I should give my consent to this marriage?’