‘I was once known for my daring,’ he agreed.
‘And will be again, I doubt not.’
‘That is for the future.’
‘And you believe in your future?’
‘I am beginning to, my lady.’
‘Rest assured, your faith will not be displaced.
‘You are good to me,’ he said.
‘I like your kind, Mortimer,’ she answered.
He understood at once that this was a reference to the King and his kind.
He answered: ‘When a man has lost his freedom he is reckless of what else
he might lose. He speaks his mind. I will say this that I have always felt deeply for you. If you had raised an army to drive out of the country those who
displeased you, I should have been at the head of that army.’
‘Yes, Mortimer, you speak rashly indeed when you talk of raising armies.’
‘How could I raise armies, madam, when I am a poor prisoner?’
‘But a moment ago you admitted that was but a temporary state. One of
these days―’
He turned to her and they faced each other. Some understanding passed
between them. In that moment they both realized the deep significance of this encounter.
‘Mortimer,’ she said, ‘I believe there is much you and I should say to each other.’
‘Standing here with you,’ he answered, ‘is for me, complete delight. Here
am I a prisoner, death could steal up on me at any moment, yet I can say that I never was as happy in the whole of my life as I am at this moment.’
‘And why is this?’
‘Because I have found you.’
She was shaken with emotion and she said: ‘It was I who found you, was it
not?’
‘Let us say we found each other.’
‘We have met but twice and that in this prison garden with Alspaye keeping guard on you.’
‘Alspaye is a good friend to mc. He hates the Despensers.’
‘How many people in this country hate the Despensers?’
‘Myriads. We have but to find them― to rouse them. Then I swear to you in
a very short time the pretty Despenser will go the way of Gaveston.’
‘How you hate the Despenser.’
‘I hate him more than ever now I have spoken with my incomparable lady
Queen.’
‘The King is as he is―’
‘It is no way for a King to be.’
‘He has done his duty. You know I have a fine son― two sons.’
‘Young Edward is growing up. That is a matter for rejoicing.’
‘You are speaking treason, Mortimer.’
‘I know it. How could I help but be treasonable to the King when I am
standing so close to the Queen.’
‘You mean―’
‘I mean what is best not said. But being a woman as well as a queen you will know.’
She said: ‘I must not stay here. What if we were seen?’
‘It would be noted.’
‘And then we should meet no more.’
‘My lady, we must meet again.’
He had taken her hand and the pressure of his fingers thrilled her. She
thought: I have waited too long. Mortimer is the man for me.
She said in a somewhat breathless voice: ‘I will arrange it.’
―――――――
She sent for Alspaye.
‘Your prisoner Mortimer interests me,’ she said.
‘Yes, my lady.’
‘When I talked with him in the gardens he spoke very freely.’
‘Prisoners become reckless, my lady.’
‘It occurs to me that I should have further talk with him. I should discover what is in his mind.’
Alspaye bowed his head. ‘Do you wish to go to his cell?’
‘That would create certain speculation, would it not?’ She thought of the
cells, damp on the walls, airless and stuffy. No, that was not the place where she and Mortimer should be together.
‘If I sent for him to my apartments―’
‘He would come with his guards, my lady. The King’s orders were that he
should be very specially guarded.’
‘Yet he walks with you in the gardens.’
‘Twas so, my lady, but the guards were behind the doors which led to the
gardens. It was only because he was with me that they allowed him out of their sight.’
‘And if I sent for him, to have talk with him― here― say in my
apartments―’
‘Then I should bring him and stay within call, my lady.’
‘And his guards?’
‘They would expect to escort him and be at hand.’
She felt irritated. There was no way in which she and Mortimer could be
alone without its being known.
.She did not mind Alspaye’s knowing. He was a man of discretion and had
already witnessed their meeting in the garden. But she must be free to be alone with Mortimer. The desire for excitement and adventure, having been
suppressed all these years, would remain so no longer. She was ready to take any risks.
‘I doubt not the guards take a little wine now and then.’
‘When they are on duty my lady they take very little. There is much
carousing when they have their free time though. Life in the Tower seems to give them a fancy for wine.’
‘Let them be given extra wine and make sure that it is potent.’
‘Drugged, you mean, my lady?’
She did not answer but her smile was enough. ‘When they are asleep let
Mortimer be brought to me― by you. I will be responsible for his safety.’
‘If you will be responsible for him, my lady―’
‘I have told you I will.’
‘Then I will see what can be done.’
‘Not only see,’ she retorted, ‘but do it. I shall remember you with gratitude, Lieutenant.’
―――――――
He came into her apartment. He looked different. He wore his confidence
like a garment.
He came swiftly towards her and taking her hand, kissed it fervently. His
lips were warm. Then he raised his shining eyes to her face.
She stepped towards him and laid her hand on his shoulders. It was enough.
The next moment he had picked her up in his arms and held her closely against him.
She felt his lips on hers, demanding, certain of himself ― Impertinence! she thought indulgently. Am I not the Queen? She was laughing to herself.
‘Mortimer,’ she murmured. ‘This is part of the vision perhaps.’
‘Nay, nay,’ he said. ‘Since I first saw you it has happened often in my
dreams― now comes the reality.’
‘I― the Queen,’ she began.
‘My Queen,’ he said, ‘my Queen for evermore.’
He was a practised lover. He had known many women, she guessed that.
And what had she known? Reluctant Edward! How she hated Edward, more so
now she knew what it was to lie with a real man.
‘Mortimer, Mortimer,’ she moaned, ‘my dearest Mortimer from the first
moment I knew it was you―’
His answer was in his fervent lovemaking. They lay side by side, fingers
entwined.
‘There is so much we should talk of,’ she said.
But there was no time for talk. They must make love again and again.
Nothing else would satisfy him― or her.
How she wished that she could hold back time! How was she going to live
without Mortimer after this? She was a passionate woman who had been stifling her real emotions for too long. Now they were breaking forth. It was a flood which was bursting the banks; it was flowing over her resolutions, her
ambitions, everything. There was nothing in her life just now but her need of Mortimer.
It was more than consummation of their love. It was the beginning of a new life for her. Mortimer was going to be more than her lover. That was something they both knew instinctively; and she would never forget that although he was aware of this yet he must cast it all aside that they might first shake this fierce desire which possessed them both.