That was enough. A stout, red-faced man came to stand beside the young man who had spoken in French.
“Tell them,” he said, “that they must accept my hospitality. Let them come ashore and rest awhile in my house while I inform the King’s Grace of their arrival.”
Thus Philip and Juana landed in England, and while they were given a sample of lavish English hospitality in the manor house of Sir John Trenchard in Melcombe Regis, close by Weymouth, couriers rode to Court to inform the King of the arrival of the royal pair.
HOW PLEASANT IT WAS to be on dry land, and how generous was the hospitality bestowed upon the party by Sir John Trenchard and his household.
Juana and Philip were introduced to the comforts of an English manor house. Fires roared in enormous open fireplaces; great joints of meat turned on the kitchen spits and from the kitchens came the smell of baking.
Philip was happy to relax, and so delighted to be on terra firma that, for a few days, he was kind to Juana, who was accordingly filled with bliss.
News came that other ships of their fleet had found refuge along the coast as far west as Falmouth. Some were not damaged beyond repair and could in a short time put to sea again.
This was comforting news, for when the storm had abated the weather was mild and the seas so calm that Don Juan Manuel was eager to continue with the journey.
Sir John Trenchard was bluffly indignant when this was suggested.
Nay, he declared. He’d not allow it. He would not be denied the honor of offering a little more entertainment to his distinguished guests. Why, his King would never forgive him if he let them go. It would seem churlish.
Don Juan Manuel understood.
“He is waiting for instructions from Henry,” he told Philip. “I doubt that the King of England will allow you to go until there has been a meeting.”
“I see no reason why there should not be a meeting,” retorted Philip. “Although if I wished to go, nothing would deter me.”
“The King of England might. Who knows, there might be an army approaching now to detain you.”
“Why should he do that?”
“Because you are in his country, and here he is all-powerful. It would be easier if you stayed here awhile as a guest rather than as a prisoner.”
“I should like to see my sister Catalina,” said Juana. “How strange that a little while ago she wanted to arrange a meeting. Now the storm may have done that for us.”
Philip studied his wife. She was in one of her sane periods at this time. The ordeal at sea had calmed her while it had distressed others. None would guess now that the seed of madness lurked in her.
“Then,” said Philip, “we must perforce enjoy English hospitality a little longer. And I have no fears of a meeting with the King of England. Indeed there is much I would like to discuss with him.”
Juan Manuel lowered his eyes. There were times when he was afraid of and for his reckless master.
Philip was aware of Juan Manuel’s apprehension, and it amused him. He was going to make all his servants understand that he and he alone would make decisions as to policy. Seeing Juana quite normal now, Queen of Castile, Philip made up his mind that when he met Henry he would do so in his own right. He would meet him as the Archduke Philip, heir to Maximilian, not as the consort of the Queen of Castile, although of course it was Castile he wished to discuss with Henry. He was going to attempt to win Henry’s support against Ferdinand; and as Juana, in her sudden return to sanity, might remember that Ferdinand was her father, it would be well for him to go on ahead of Juana to meet the King of England.
NEWS FROM HENRY CAME quickly to Melcombe Regis. He would not allow his guests to leave England until they had talked together. He was delighted to have such august visitors, and he was sending an escort to bring them to Windsor, where he and the Prince of Wales would be waiting to receive them.
Philip was delighted when he saw the magnificence of the cavalcade which had been sent to take him to Windsor, but Don Juan Manuel and his more sober advisers were apprehensive, They knew that it was useless to caution their headstrong master. To do so might make him more reckless than ever.
Juana came to her husband as he stood by a window looking out on the brilliantly caparisoned horses which were waiting below.
“And they say,” cried Philip, “that Henry is a mean man.”
“He has certainly treated my sister with great meanness,” replied Juana.
Philip looked pleased. The King of England was mean to the daughter of Ferdinand but eager to shower honors on the son of Maximilian.
Then he remembered that part of this show was for another of Ferdinand’s daughters, and that this was his wife, the Queen of Castile.
“I look forward to the journey,” went on Juana. “It will be pleasant to see this country which is now Catalina’s. And what joy to see her at the end of the journey! My poor Catalina, her letters were often sad.”
“Juana,” said Philip, “I am most solicitous for your comfort.”
A smile of happiness touched her lips and she gazed at him ardently. “Oh Philip,” she murmured, “you need have no fear for me. I only have to be with you to be happy.”
He gently unlaced her clinging fingers which were on his arm.
“I must travel with all speed to Windsor,” he said. “You shall follow at a slower pace.”
“You mean…you will go without me!” Her voice was shrill.
“I would not submit you to the hazards of rapid travel. You shall come slowly and with dignity.”
“Why, why?” she screamed. “I have faced the dangers of the sea with you. What hazards would there be on the road? You shall not be rid of me. I know full well why you seek to escape me. There is that woman…”
“Be silent,” he said sharply. “You weary me with your eternal jealousies.”
“Then remove the cause of my jealousy.”
“I should die of boredom, which I believe would be more tiresome than death by drowning.”
“You are so cruel,” she complained pathetically.
“You will do as I say,” he told her.
“Why should I? Am I not the Queen? But for me, Castile would never be for you.”
“So you boast once more of the titles you have brought me. Have I not paid dearly for them? Do I not have to endure you also?”
“Philip, I shall come with you.”
“You will do as I say. Do you want me to have you put away again?”
“You cannot do it.”
“Can I not? I did it before. Why should I not do it again? All know that you are mad. You make no secret of the fact. You shall say a wifely farewell to me and I will go on ahead of you. You will be calm and follow me. You will travel the same road, but some days after me. Is that such hardship?”
“It is always hardship not to be with you.”
He took her cheek between his fingers and pinched hard.
He said: “If you do as I say, I will promise to be a loving husband to you this night.”
“Philip…” She could not quench the longing in her voice.
“Only if,” he went on, “you promise to say a nice, pleasant, calm farewell to me on the morrow.”
“It is bribery,” she said. “It is not the first time. You give me as a concession that which is mine by right, and always you demand a price for it.”
He laughed at her. He was so sure of his power over her. He would spend his last night at Melcombe Regis with her, and in the morning he would leave her behind while he rode on to Windsor to meet the King of England.