While he was in his tent with Thomas de Clare, Mortimer and Warrenne going over the possibilities of attacking the de Montfort armies and carefully considering the position in which they found themselves between Simon de Montfort the elder and the younger, and Edward was saying that they must not act rashly, remembering how the loss of the battle of Lewes was due to him, a woman was brought into the camp.
A camp follower! Edward wondered why she should beg to be taken to him!
The woman was tall, and her face was hidden by a hood so that it was not easy to see whether she was handsome or not. Edward had no desire to dally with women. He had given up his amorous adventurings when he had settled down with his wife; moreover thoughts of military matters now occupied his mind.
‘Who is this woman,’ he demanded, ‘and why do you bring her to me?’
‘She calls herself Margot, my lord,’ said the guard who had brought her in, ‘and she begs to have word with you.’
‘For what purpose?’ cried Edward and was about to order her to be removed when he remembered afresh his rashness at Lewes.
‘Leave her with us,’ he said, and the guard retired.
‘Pray state your business,’ said Edward.
Margot removed the cloak. It was immediately obvious that this was no woman.
‘My lord,’ said ‘Margot’, ‘I pray you hear me. I would serve the King and your noble self. I come from Kenilworth.’
‘Ah,’ said Edward. ‘Say on.’
‘The traitor de Montfort has commanded his son to attack you. He intends to squeeze you between the two armies.’
‘That we know well.’
‘My lord, the army at Kenilworth is not as disciplined as that of the elder de Montfort. They are not expecting attack. They are waiting for the signal from the elder de Montfort, then they will advance and begin the battle. At night they are not well guarded. They leave their horses and their weapons unattended. It would be a simple matter to creep up on them after dark and destroy them.’
Edward looked at his friends.
‘There seems sense in this.’
‘Do we trust this man?’ asked Edward.
‘My lord, I came here … risking my life for the King. If you do not believe me then do not act on my advice. Let me stay here your prisoner until you have proved my loyalty.’
Edward was on the point of rewarding the man and sending him on his way but again he remembered his rashness at Lewes.
‘Let us do this,’ he said. ‘If we find you are indeed our friend, you shall be rewarded.’
A dark night. The castle was silent. Only here and there on the battlements a torch flickered. Slowly, silently, Edward and a picked force crept forward. A little way behind was the bulk of the army ready for attack.
‘Margot’ had not lied. The de Montfort troops were taken completely by surprise. All those on guard in the castle were taken within half an hour, including their weapons. Those in their beds in the castle were caught without their clothes let alone their armour.
Many were slaughtered. A few escaped and one who did, to Edward’s regret, was Simon de Montfort the younger.
Saddened, disillusioned, beaten by his own carelessness he, with a few of his followers, was able to reach the stables and ride off to safety.
For Edward and his friends this was a triumph which almost effaced the disgrace of Lewes. Moreover there was now only one army to be faced.
He sent for ‘Margot’ and told him that he could name his reward to which he was answered simply that all that was asked was the chance to serve under the lord Edward.
Edward clasped his hands.
‘You are my friend,’ he said, ‘for as long as you care for that friendship.’
That there must be no delay was obvious. They must attack the elder Simon before he realised what had happened to his son’s army.
Their great chance was in the element of surprise.
‘To Evesham,’ was the cry.
Simon de Montfort in the castle of Evesham believed that victory was near. Young Simon must be almost on Edward’s army now. Simon was a good general. He would choose the right moment to attack.
The anxieties of the last weeks had been great. Ever since he had heard of Edward’s escape he had been uneasy. The King he feared little. He saw him as an ineffectual man caught up in the great affection he bore to his family. He had allowed this to govern his life in as much as through it, determined to please the Queen, he had acted against the good of his subjects. Simon could understand that; but Henry had carried his fondness beyond the bounds of good sense.
The country to be governed by a king and his parliament. That was what Simon had worked for and was achieving. A parliament representing the cities, boroughs and counties of the nation. It was the only fair method as he saw it. And he had achieved it. He could be proud of that. All had gone well, until those fools had allowed Edward to escape.
In the far distance that which could be an army was detected marching on Evesham Castle.
Simon went with his barber Nicolas to the top of the abbey tower for Nicolas not only had exceptionally keen eyesight but was an expert on the cognisance of arms.
‘What see you, Nicolas?’ asked Simon.
‘My lord, I can make out the de Montfort ensigns. They are holding your standards high.’
‘God be praised. It is my son. I knew that he would be with us ere long.’
Simon was elated. Young Simon had either evaded Edward’s army or destroyed it and he could only believe that it was the latter. This would be the end of Edward’s revolt. This would be triumph for him and justice.
His company would be delighted. They need not prepare for war but for the happy reunion. The two armies together would be invincible and young Simon would have his tale to tell of victory.
Nicolas came to him white-faced and trembling.
‘My lord, I see other banners. It is only in the van of the army that they carry the de Montfort ensigns.’
‘What do you see? Tell me quickly.’
‘My lord, I can make out the triple lions of Edward and Roger Mortimer’s ensigns.’
‘God held us,’ cried Simon. ‘We have been deceived. What does this mean? How have they come by my son’s banners?’
There was no time to speculate. They must go into action without delay. But precious time had been lost and the enemy was almost upon them.
Simon was a man of great military ability but he realised that the advantage had been lost. With as much speed as he could muster he gathered his troops together. Many of them still believed that the advancing army was their ally and it took some time to get them to realise that they must prepare for battle.
Indeed the advantage was lost and full well did Simon know the importance of that.
We have been deceived, he kept thinking. What has happened to my son? This Edward has become a man, and I have been thinking of him as a reckless boy.
They had tricked him, and they should be tricked. Thank God he had the King in his possession here. The King should be placed in the forefront of the battle. He should stand against his own son who had come to rescue him.
Simon had time to marshal his troops and took up his stance at the top of a hill where he could watch the advancing enemy.
‘By the arm of St James,’ he cried, ‘they come on skilfully. Edward has learned his methods from me. He will never commit the folly of Lewes again. In conflict with me he has become a great general.’
It was two hours after noon and the hot August sun was almost overhead. The battle had begun.
The shame of it! To be there in the front of the enemy troops. He, the King, to be so treated! How dared Simon de Montfort, his own brother-in-law, inflict this indignity on him. Was this to be the end? Killed in battle … by his own son who mistook him for the enemy!