Anyone who possessed anything which could benefit the King found himself robbed of it and John took a cynical pleasure in thinking up methods of extraction.
It was not to be expected that the people would meekly endure this state of affairs. The barons were growing restive and more and more people were asking themselves and each other whether they had been unwise in welcoming John as King when they might have had young Arthur; and that raised the question: Where is Arthur? And there was a growing conviction that John knew the answer to that riddle and had in fact taken and played a brutal part in the young Duke’s disappearance.
John, while not unaware of the resentment growing up around him, yet maintained an indifference to it. He was the King. They must remember it. Moreover, there was a threat to England from overseas and he needed money to prepare himself to meet it. He refused to allow himself to be perturbed by the resentments which were growing up around him.
His arrogance was becoming intolerable to many and the barons talked together in secret of the state to which he was reducing the country. His bursts of energy were disconcerting, followed as they were by long periods of slothfulness. He was unpredictable; he could be quite amusing and witty at one time but the violent temper could suddenly overtake him so that no one really felt safe for long in his company.
His licentiousness had not decreased with his years, and in his new mood he did not hesitate to demand acquiescence wherever his fancy rested. It might be a serving girl or it could as easily be the wife of one of the high-ranking barons – it made no difference to John; if he desired a woman he expected all to remember that he was the King who must not be crossed.
Thus it was when his eyes fell on the wife of the Baron de Vesci.
Eustace de Vesci had served Richard well and had followed him on his crusade; after Richard’s death he had given his allegiance to John and was becoming more and more horrified to discover how different he was from his brother and father.
Vesci was one of those barons who had been censorious of John’s rule in secret; but he was a bold man and did not intend to go on accepting such conduct on the part of the King.
He had a great deal of influence in Scotland because his wife Margaret was the illegitimate daughter of William the Lion and he had often acted as John’s ambassador there, where in view of the marriage connection he was well received.
Now this same Margaret had caught John’s fancy and Eustace was filled with rage – though he did not show this – that John dared presume that he could make free with other men’s wives while their husbands stood meekly by.
But he was well aware of the King’s violent temper and at this time all his subjects were at his mercy, a state of affairs that Eustace, in company with other barons, was determined should not continue.
He pretended to treat the matter as a joke, implying that the King could not be serious of such intentions regarding his wife and the daughter of the King of Scotland.
‘My lord is gracious in admiring my wife,’ said Eustace cautiously.
‘She’s comely,’ replied John. ‘She is a woman such as I greatly admire. I have had pleasure from many such. I know a woman’s potentialities when I see them. I have had a great deal of practice, Baron.’
‘I know it well,’ was the reply. ‘My wife will be leaving this day for a visit to her father.’ Eustace was implying that Margaret was not only his wife but the daughter of the King of Scotland.
‘She will not leave this night,’ said John, ‘for this night she and I will bed together.’
Eustace had to restrain himself from giving the King such a blow as would have felled him. But being a quick-thinking man he realised what the result of that would be. Of what use would he be to Margaret, how save her from this lecher if he were confined to a dungeon, and deprived of his hands or perhaps his eyes?
He said slowly: ‘Is my lord so set on that?’
‘Never was I more set on anything,’ replied John. He smiled slyly. He knew Eustace – a man of rather narrow tastes. The sort who would have considered it sinful to amuse himself outside the marriage bed. And Margaret was of like mind. She was afraid of him, he knew. That was one of the reasons for her attraction for him. He doubted she had ever known any man but her husband. He would find her most diverting.
‘’Tis hardly to be expected that a husband would look on such a project with favour,’ suggested Eustace.
John conceded this. ‘If it were a baron who desired your wife you could object. Just as if he wanted a castle which was yours. You would fight for it with all you possessed, my good Eustace. But if your King decided he wanted a castle which was yours, you would be wise, as you well know, being a wise man, to give it to him. Thus it is with your wife.’
You are a monster, thought Eustace. Do you think I will serve you? From this day forth I will work against you and I will not rest until I have brought about your downfall.
But he did not show his anger. John did understand something of his feelings though and it amused him that this moral man had not the courage to oppose him. He cared for the virtue of his wife but his freedom and his limbs were of more importance to him.
‘Why, Eustace,’ went on the King, ‘I have decided to honour you. After tomorrow you may boast that your wife so pleased the King that he took her to his bed. It may even be that I shall plant a royal seed within her. How would you like that, Baron? What if there should be a little prince or princess in your nursery?’
It was difficult for Eustace to restrain himself, but he managed it. To show his disgusted anger was not the way to deal with this situation. John was becoming more gross, even more of a libertine than he had been in his youth; he was capable of any cruel act and the more cynical the better.
Eustace bowed his head and asked leave to retire. He could no longer endure to be in the King’s company.
He went to his wife’s chamber where she awaited him fearfully. She dismissed her women and when they had gone she ran to him and threw herself into his arms.
He stroked her hair thoughtfully.
‘You have been with the King,’ she said. ‘When will he go?’
‘Not until tomorrow.’
She began to shiver.
‘I am afraid of him, Eustace,’ she said.
‘With good reason,’ answered her husband grimly. ‘He has blatantly asked for you.’
‘Asked for me!’
‘This night he will command you to his bed.’
‘I can’t do it, Eustace.’
‘You know him well. He will force you. This castle is surrounded by his soldiers who would do his bidding. It will not do to refuse him. But listen. An idea has occurred to me. Someone must go to his bed tonight but need it be you?’
‘What have you in mind?’
‘There are several light women in the castle. There are some I doubt not who would give a great deal for what they think of as the honour of sharing the King’s bed. Why should not one of them take your place?’
‘You think he would agree?’
‘No. But why should he not believe his bedfellow is you when it is someone else?’
‘Oh, Eustace, how clever you are!’
‘’Tis not done yet. Let us not be hasty, but give much thought to this matter. If we could select the woman, bathe her, dress her hair, perfume her body … is it possible, think you, that we could deceive him?’
‘He has seen very little of me,’ said Margaret, ‘and I think this mad desire is partly to discountenance you and to prove to my father that even his daughter dare not refuse him. I am sure he could be deceived.’
‘He must be deceived,’ declared Eustace. ‘We will select one of the whores, dress her up and send her to him. There is no time to lose. She will need a little tuition. But I intend him to be so intoxicated with wine, so heavy with food that his powers of observation will be numbed; and in the morning early, you must set out on a journey. There must be no delay about that. And you will wait nearby until such a time as he shall have left the castle.’