Henry wanted to protest. They had driven off the Londoners, who were retreating from the field. There was nothing to be gained by following them. Nothing but revenge.
‘Forward!’ shouted Edward.
Henry rode beside him … at full gallop, Edward’s faithful followers with them shouting their battle cry.
On and on rode the remnants of the scattered London force but Edward would not give up the pursuit. He was determined that they should be punished for what they had done to his mother.
‘In the name of Queen Eleanor … vengeance!’ he cried. ‘Death to the Londoners. In the name of the Queen.’
The road was littered with fallen bodies but Edward was determined that none should escape if he could help it. Shouting the Queen’s name he was killing men all about him; but still there were some to ride on.
They had come as far as Croydon before the band of Londoners was exhausted and could go no further. Many of their horses had fallen. They begged for mercy but Edward would show them none. The slaughter was merciless.
‘This is for the Queen!’ he cried. ‘The noble lady whom you dared insult.’
There was quiet all about them. On the bloodstained grass lay the victims of his revenge. His men were tired; their horses were showing signs of fatigue.
Edward then remembered the battle.
They had come far from Lewes but must return without delay. They must be there to rejoice in the victory. How he would enjoy telling his father of the vengeance he had wreaked on those who had dared insult the Queen.
The cousins rode side by side back to Lewes.
‘We should never have left the field,’ said Henry.
‘Not left the field! What mean you, cousin? There at my mercy were my mother’s enemies. They will know now what happens to any who insult my family.’
‘The King would expect us to be there.’
‘Nay … the battle was won. Now we go back and claim the spoils.’
But Edward was wrong.
The battle of Lewes had not been won when he left and the loss of Edward and his cavalry had proved disastrous for the King’s side.
Henry had been taken prisoner with his brother Richard and when Edward and Henry returned they were surrounded, captured and told they would be held as hostages.
Oh yes, the battle of Lewes had been almost won but because the heir to the throne had withdrawn on his own private war of vengeance he had left his father’s flank exposed – and the victory had gone to Simon de Montfort.
Five thousand men had been slain at the battle of Lewes; and the King was no longer a free man.
Simon de Montfort received him with great respect and assured him that he meant him no harm.
‘I shall never forget that you are the King,’ he told him.
‘Yet you make me your prisoner,’ cried Henry.
‘You shall be treated with respect. But you will understand that the country must be governed with more justice than we have hitherto seen. The taxation which is crippling our industries must cease. The aliens must not be allowed to suck our prosperity. This is what we have fought for and it is what we intend to have.’
‘You tell me I am your King and then you continue to rule me.’
‘I am determined to bring law and order to this country and that it shall be ruled by its Parliament.’
‘So you would depose the King?’
‘By no means, but I would have him work with his Parliament not against it.’
Simon then said that he proposed to call a parliament in the King’s name. Two knights from each county, two citizens from each city and two burgesses from each borough should be summoned, and they should represent the people from the districts whence they came.
‘I never heard the like of this,’ said Henry.
‘Nay and it may be that it would have been better if you had. This form of parliament makes sure that the country is represented. It means we must make laws which do not offend the people.’
‘And you are asking me to agree to this?’ demanded Henry.
‘I am asking you to, my lord,’ replied Simon, ‘while at the same time I must point out that, as the barons’ prisoner, you have no alternative.’
Thus Simon de Montfort brought into existence a form of parliament which had never been known before this time.
EVESHAM
At the Court of France, Eleanor heard news of the disaster. The King, Richard, Edward … all the prisoners of Simon de Montfort! A new form of government being imposed on the land! Representatives from the various parts of the country to help in its government! It was monstrous.
‘What can I do?’ she demanded of Marguerite.
‘You can pray,’ said Marguerite.
‘Pray! My dear sister, I must do more than that. I must raise money. I must raise an army. I will never allow that traitor de Montfort to hold Henry prisoner.’
‘You are clever I know, Eleanor, and although you long to do everything for your husband and son, you must be cautious. It is a very dangerous situation.’
Eleanor shook herself impatiently. Did Marguerite think she could tell her!
‘Louis is of the opinion that you should await the outcome of events,’ went on Marguerite.
‘Louis!’ retorted Eleanor almost contemptuously. What had Louis done to help Henry? He had known that the barons were massing to make war and he had offered no help. He had implied that it was Henry’s own behaviour which had brought about the calamity.
But, of course, she could say very little about her sister’s husband since she was enjoying their hospitality. And where would she go if they would not receive her?
Marguerite was docile enough except when any criticism was levelled at Louis. Then she could become very fierce.
In spite of Marguerite, Eleanor busied herself with raising money. She was constantly sending messengers to England to those whom she believed to be her friends. She was confident that in due course she would raise an army and she would place herself at the head of it. She smiled at the thought of the admiration in Henry’s eyes when he realised what she had done.
He would be pleased, however, that she was safe in France. For her to be humiliated as a captive would have hurt him far more than suffering that fate himself.
She brought all her energies to her campaign and she began to get some responses in France and from England.
She was going to build up her army. But how long it took! She was sustained though by the knowledge that she would in time free her family and she comforted herself by imagining the indignities she would heap on Simon de Montfort and their enemies.
How frustrating it was. Marguerite tried to help. She knew how she would feel if Louis were a captive in the hands of his enemies.
‘You must be patient, Eleanor,’ she said. ‘When we love we must suffer.’
‘What have you ever known of suffering?’ demanded Eleanor almost contemptuously.
‘A great deal,’ replied Marguerite.
‘Oh you are so meek … so pliable … ready to go this way or that. You never had much will of your own.’
‘The meek often suffer as much as the strong.’
‘Then if they do nothing about it it is their own fault.’
‘You rarely saw any point of view but your own,’ said Marguerite. ‘You have had your own way too much in life.’
‘Only because I have fought for it.’
‘Sometimes it takes more strength to endure. Can you imagine how I felt living under the shadow of my clever mother-in-law Queen Blanche? She did everything so well. She was so respected, so admired. She came before me … right until the time she died.’