Dangerous Women Part 6

They were making Boy Henry a King too. He would be King of England now, just as Papa was. In her mind suddenly she saw both Henrys trying to jam together into one chair, with one crown wrapped around their two heads, and she laughed. Her mother looked over her shoulder again, her eyes sharp and her dark brows drawn into a frown.

Johanna was shuffling from one foot to the other. Louder than before, she said, "I'm hungry."

"Sssh!"

Boy Henry got up from his knees, bowed, and came back around among the children. The herald said Richard's name and he sprang forward. They were proclaiming him Duke of Aquitaine. He would marry the daughter of the French king, Alais. Nora's eyes turned again toward the strange girl among the French. That was Alais. She had long brown hair and a sharp little nose; she was staring intently at Richard. Nora wondered what it felt like, looking for the first time on the man you knew you would marry. She imagined Alais kissing Richard and made a face.

In front of her, sitting stiff on her chair, the Queen pulled her mouth down at the corners. Her mother didn't like this, either.

Until she was old enough to marry Richard, Alais would live with them, his family. Nora felt a stir of unease: here was Alais come into a strange place, as Mattie was gone off into a strange place, and they would never see her again. She remembered how Mattie had cried when they told her. But Mama, he's so old. Nora pressed her lips together, her eyes stinging.

Not to her. This wouldn't happen to her. She wouldn't be sent away. Given away. She wanted something else, but she didn't know what. She had thought of being a nun, but there was so little to do.

Richard knelt and put his hands between the long, bony hands of the King of France, and rose, his head tipped forward as if he already wore a coronet. He was smiling wide as the sun. He moved back to the family and the herald spoke Geoffrey's name, who was now to be Duke of Brittany, and marry some other stranger.

Nora hunched her shoulders. This glory would never come to her, she would get nothing, just stand and watch. She glanced again at the Princess Alais and saw her looking down at her hands, sad.

Johanna suddenly yawned, pulled her hand out of Nora's, and sat down.

Now up before them all came somebody else, his hands wide, and a big, strong voice said, "My lord of England, as we have agreed, I ask you now to receive the Archbishop of Canterbury, and let you be restored to friendship, end the quarrel between you, for the good of both our kingdoms, and Holy Mother Church."

The crowd around them gave up a sudden yell, and a man came up the field toward the kings. He wore a long black cloak over a white habit with a cross hanging on his chest. The stick in his hand had a swirly top. A great cry went up from the people around them, excited. Behind her, somebody murmured, "Becket again. The man won't go away."

She knew this name, but she could not remember who Becket was. He paced up toward them, a long, gaunt man, his clothes shabby. He looked like an ordinary man but he walked like a lord. Everybody watched him. As he came up before her father, the crowd's rumbling and stirring died away into a breathless hush. In front of the King, the gaunt man knelt, set his stick down, and then lay on the ground, spreading himself like a mat upon the floor. Nora shifted a little so she could see him through the s.p.a.ce between her mother and her father. The crowd drew in closer, leaning out to see.

"My gracious lord," he said in a churchy voice, "I beg your forgiveness for all my errors. Never was a prince more faithful than you, and never a subject more faithless than I, and I am come asking pardon not from hopes of my virtue but of yours."

Her father stood up. He looked suddenly very happy, his face flushed, his eyes bright. Face to the ground, the gaunt man spoke on, humble, beseeching, and the King went down toward him, reaching out his hands to lift him up.

Then Becket said, "I submit myself to you, my lord, henceforth and forever, in all things, save the honor of G.o.d."

The Queen's head snapped up. Behind Nora somebody gasped, and somebody else muttered, "d.a.m.n fool." In front of them all, halfway to Becket, his hands out, Papa stopped. A kind of pulse went through the crowd.

The King said sharply, "What is this?"

Becket was rising. Dirt smeared his robe where his knees had pressed the ground. He stood straight, his head back. "I cannot give up the rights of G.o.d, my lord, but in everything else-"

Her Papa lunged at him. "This is not what I agreed to."

Becket held his ground, tall as a steeple, as if he had G.o.d on his shoulder, and proclaimed again, "I must champion the honor of the Lord of Heaven and earth."

"I am your Lord!" The King wasn't happy anymore. His voice boomed across the field. n.o.body else moved or spoke. He took a step toward Becket, and his fist clenched. "The kingdom is mine. No other authority shall rule there! G.o.d or no, kneel, Thomas, give yourself wholly to me, or go away a ruined man!"

Louis was scurrying down from the dais toward them, his frantic murmuring unheeded. Becket stood immobile. "I am consecrated to G.o.d. I cannot wash away that duty."

Nora's father roared, "I am King, and no other, you toad, you jacka.s.s, no other than me! You owe everything to me! Me!"

"Papa! My lord-" Boy Henry started forward and their mother reached out and grabbed his arm and held him still. From the crowd, other voices rose. Nora stooped and tried to make Johanna stand up.

"I won't be disparaged! Honor me, and me alone!" Her father's voice was like a blaring horn, and the crowd fell quiet again. The King of France put one hand on her Papa's arm and mouthed something, and Papa wheeled around and cast off his touch.

"Henceforth, whatever comes that he chooses not to abide, he will call it the Honor of G.o.d. You must see this! He has given up nothing; he will pay me no respect-not even the respect of a swine for the swineherd!"

The crowd gave a yell. A voice called, "G.o.d bless the King!" Nora looked around, uneasy. The people behind her were shuffling around, drawing back, like running away slowly. Eleanor was still holding fast to Boy Henry, but now he whimpered under his breath. Richard was stiff, his whole body tipped forward, his jaw jutting like a fish's. The French king had Becket by the sleeve, was drawing him off, talking urgently into his ear. Becket's gaze never left Nora's father. His voice rang out like the archangel's trumpet.

"I am bound to the Honor of G.o.d!"

In the middle of them all, Nora's father flung up his arms as if he would take flight; he stamped his foot as if he would split the earth, and shouted, "Get him out of here before I kill him! G.o.d's Honor! G.o.d's round white backside! Get him away, get him gone!"

His rage blew back the crowd. In a sudden rush of feet, the French king and his guards and attendants bundled Thomas away. Nora's father was roaring again, oaths and threats, his arms pumping, his face red as raw meat. Boy Henry burst out of Eleanor's grasp and charged him.

"My lord-"

The King spun around toward him, his arm outstretched, and knocked him down with the back of his hand. "Stay out of this!"

Nora jumped. Even before Richard and Geoffrey started forward, Eleanor was moving; she reached Boy Henry in a few strides, and as he leapt to his feet, she hurried him off. A crowd of her retainers bustled after her.

Nora stood fast. She realized that she was holding her breath. Johanna had finally gotten up and wrapped her arms around Nora's waist, and Nora put her arms around her sister. Geoffrey was running after the Queen; Richard paused, his hands at his sides, watching the King's temper blaze. He pivoted and ran off after his mother. Nora gasped. She and Johanna were alone, in the middle of the field, the crowd far off.

The King saw them. He quieted. He looked around, saw no one else, and stalked toward them.

"Go on-run! Everybody else is abandoning me. Run! Are you stupid?"

Johanna shrank around behind Nora, who stood straight and tucked her hands behind her, the way she stood when priests talked to her. "No, Papa."

His face was red as meat. Fine sweat stood on his forehead. His breath almost made her gag. He looked her over and said, "Here to scold me, then, like your rotten mother?"

"No, Papa," she said, surprised. "You are the King."

He twitched. The high color left his face like a tide. His voice smoothed out, slower. He said, "Well, one of you is true, at least." He turned and walked off, and as he went, he lifted one arm. From all sides his men came running. One led Papa's big black horse and he mounted. Above all the men on foot surrounding him, he left the field. After he was gone, Richard trotted up across the gra.s.s to gather in Nora and Johanna.

"Why can't I-"

"Because I know you," Richard said. "If I let you run around, you'll get in trouble." He lifted her up into the cart, where already Johanna and the French girl sat. Nora plunked down, angry; they were only going up the hill. He could have let her ride his horse. With a crack of the whip, the cart began to roll, and she leaned back against the side and stared away.

Beside Nora, Alais said, suddenly, in French, "I know who you are."

Nora faced her, startled. "I know who you are too," she said.

"Your name is Eleonora and you're the second sister. I can speak French and Latin and I can read. Can you read?"

Nora said, "Yes. They make me read all the time."

Alais gave a glance over her shoulder; their attendants were walking along behind the cart, but n.o.body close enough to hear. Johanna was standing up in the back corner, throwing bits of straw over the side and leaning out to see where they fell. Alais said quietly, "We should be friends, because we're going to be sisters and we're almost the same age." Her gaze ran thoughtfully over Nora from head to toe, which made Nora uncomfortable; she squirmed. She thought briefly, angrily, of this girl taking Mattie's place. Alais said, "I'll be nice to you if you're nice to me."

Nora said, "All right. I-"

"But I go first, I think, because I am older."

Nora stiffened and then jumped as a cheer erupted around her. The cart was rolling up the street toward the castle on the hill, and all along the way, crowds of people stood screaming and calling. Not for her, not for Alais; it was Richard's name they shouted, over and over. Richard rode along before them, bareheaded, paying no heed to the cheers.

Alais turned to her again. "Where do you live?"

Nora said, "Well, sometimes in Poitiers, but-"

"My father says your father has everything, money and jewels and silks and sunlight, but all we have in France is piety and kindness."

Nora started. "We are kind." But she was pleased that Alais saw how great her father was. "And pious too."

The sharp little face of the French princess turned away, drawn, and for the first time her voice was uncertain. "I hope so."

Nora's heart thumped, unsteady with sympathy. Johanna was scrabbling around on the floor of the cart for more things to cast out, and Nora found a little cl.u.s.ter of pebbles in the corner and held them out to her. On Nora's other side, Alais was staring down at her hands now, her shoulders round, and Nora wondered if she were about to cry. She might cry, if this happened to her.

She edged closer, until she brushed against the other girl. Alais jerked her head up, her eyes wide, startled. Nora smiled at her, and between them their hands crept together and entwined.

They did not go all the way up to the castle. The cheering crowd saw them along the street and onto a pavement, with a church on one side, where the cart turned in the opposite direction from the church and went down another street and through a wooden gate. Over them now a house loomed, with wooden walls, two rows of windows, a heavy overhang of roof. Here the cart stopped and they all got out. Richard herded them along through the wide front door.

"Mama is upstairs," he said.

They had come into a dark hall, full of servants and baggage. A servant led Alais away. Nora climbed the steep, uneven stairs, tugging Johanna along by the hand. Johanna was still hungry and said so every step. At the top of the stairs was one room on one side and another on the other side, and Nora heard her mother's voice.

"Not yet," the Queen was saying; Nora went into the big room and saw her mother and Boy Henry at the far side; the Queen had her hand on his arm. "The time is not yet. Don't be precipitous. We must seem to be loyal." She saw the girls, and a smile twitched over her face like a mask. "Come, girls!" But her hand on Boy Henry's arm gave him a push away. "Go," she said to him. "He will send for you; better you not be here. Take Geoffrey with you." Boy Henry turned on his heel and went out.

Nora wondered what "precipitous" meant; briefly she imagined a cliff, and people falling off. She went up to her mother and Eleanor hugged her.

"I'm sorry," her mama said. "I'm sorry about your father."

"Mama."

"Don't be afraid of him." The Queen took Johanna's hands and spoke from one to the other. "I'll protect you."

"I'm not-"

Her mother's gaze lifted, aimed over Nora's head. "What is it?"

"The King wants to see me," Richard said, behind Nora. She felt his hand drop onto her shoulder.

"Just you?"

"No, Boy and Geoffrey too. Where are they?"

Nora's mother shrugged, her whole body moving, shoulders, head, hands. "I have no notion," she said. "You should go, though."

"Yes, Mama." Richard squeezed Nora's shoulder and he went away.

"Very well." Eleanor sat back, still holding Johanna by one hand. "Now, my girls." Nora frowned, puzzled; her mother did know where her other brothers were, she had just sent them out. Her mother turned to her again. "Don't be afraid."

"Mama, I'm not afraid." But then she thought, somehow, that her mother wanted her to be.

Johanna was already asleep, curled heavy against Nora's back. Nora cradled her head on her arm, not sleepy at all. She was thinking about the day, about her splendid father and her beautiful mother, and how her family ruled everything, and she was one of them. She imagined herself on a big horse, galloping, and everybody cheering her name. Carrying a lance with a pennon on the tip, and fighting for the glory of something. Or to save somebody. Something proud, but virtuous. She caught herself rocking back and forth on her imaginary horse.

A candle at the far end cast a sort of twilight through the long narrow room; she could see the planks of the wall opposite and hear the rumbling snore of the woman asleep by the door. The other servants had gone down to the hall. She wondered what happened there that they all wanted to go. Then, to her surprise, someone hurried through the dark and knelt by her bed.

"Nora?"

It was Alais. Nora pushed herself up, startled, but even as she moved, Alais was crawling into the bed.

"Let me in, please. Please, Nora. They made me sleep alone."

She could not move to make room because of Johanna, but she said anyway, "All right." She didn't like sleeping alone, either: it got cold, sometimes, and lonely. She pulled the cover back, and Alais crept into the s.p.a.ce beside her.

"This is an ugly place. I thought you all lived in beautiful places."

Nora said, "We don't live here." She snuggled back against Johanna, and without waking, her little sister murmured and shifted away, giving her more room, but Alais was still jammed up against her. She could smell the French girl's breath, meaty and sour. Rigid, she lay there wide awake. She would never fall asleep now.

Alais snuggled into the mattress; the ropes underneath creaked. In a whisper she said, "Do you have b.o.o.bies yet?"

Nora twitched. "What?" She didn't know what Alais meant.

"b.u.mps, silly." Alais shifted, pulling on the covers, banging into her. "b.r.e.a.s.t.ses. Like this." Her hand closed on Nora's wrist and she pulled, brushing Nora's hand against Alais' chest. For an instant, Nora felt a soft roundness under her fingers.

"No." She tried to draw her hand out of Alais' grip, but Alais had her fast.

"You're just a baby."

Nora got her hand free, and squirmed fiercely against Johanna, trying to get more room. "I'm a big girl!" Johanna was the baby. She struggled to get back the feeling of galloping on the big horse, of glory, pride, and greatness. She blurted out, "Someday I'm going to be king."

Alais hooted. "Girls aren't kings, silly! Girls are only women."

"I mean, like my mother. My mother is as high as a king."

"Your mother is wicked."

Nora pushed away, angry. "My mother is not-"

"Sssh. You'll wake everybody up. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's just everybody says so. I didn't mean it. You aren't a baby." Alais touched her, pleading. "Are you still my friend?"

Nora thought the whole matter of being friends to be harder than she had expected. Surrept.i.tiously, she pressed her palm against her own bony chest.

Alais snuggled in beside her. "If we're to be friends, we have to stay close together. Where are we going next?"

Nora pulled the cover around her, the thickness of cloth between her and Alais. "I hope to Poitiers, with Mama. I hope I will go there, the happiest court in the whole world." In a flash of temper she blurted out, "Any place would be better than Fontrevault. My knees are so sore."

Alais laughed. "A convent? They put me in convents. They even made me wear nun clothes."

Nora said, "Oh, I hate that! They're so scratchy."

"And they smell."