Edward turned to his brother and sisters, who were regarding him with awe. He was not just their brother now. He was their King.
‘Well, brother John, how fares it with you?’
John smiled and said it fared well with him as it did he hoped with his lord the King.
‘Brother Edward to you, John.’ Edward knelt down and took both little girls in his arms. How pretty they were with their wondering eyes and their smooth pink skins which reminded him of Philippa’s.
Eleanor the elder of the two little girls said: ‘They are making a banquet because you have come.’
‘Is that so?’ replied Edward. ‘Then I must do justice to it, must I not?’
Six-year-old Joanna’s eyes filled with tears suddenly. ‘We have no father now,’ she said.
The tears had started to spill from Joanna’s eyes and both Eleanor and John were on the point of weeping. They remembered their father vaguely—a kindly man, who was gentle and quiet. They had not been afraid of him at all as they were of their mother.
‘Now,’ said the Queen, ‘you must remember that your brother is now the King. You are not in the nursery you know.’
The sharpness of her voice sobered the children except Joanna who was unable to curb her tears.
‘Take your sister away,’ said the Queen. ‘I am ashamed that you should so behave before the King.’
But Edward held them tightly to him. ‘It is natural to mourn,’ he said. ‘I mourn with you. But, my little sisters, I am your guardian now. I am your King and your brother and I shall see that nothing harms you.’
Joanna threw her arms about his neck and again he was reminded of Philippa.
‘Take your sisters away, John,’ said the Queen authoritatively and when Edward released them they went.
‘Poor fatherless children! ‘ said Edward. ‘They are aware of their loss.’
‘My dear Edward, they saw so little of him. He had no time to spare for them.’
‘He was kind to them when he did see them.’
‘We know your father’s failings. Let us not make a saint of him simply because he has departed.’
There was a sharpness to his mother’s voice. It is her grief, I suppose, thought Edward. Perhaps she regrets their difference and herself wishes there had been time for reconciliation.
‘You will wish to go to your apartments,’ she said. ‘You will
be weary from the journey and I shall take you there now.’ Edward nodded. ‘Yes, my lady,’ he said. ‘Just you.’
The words were addressed pointedly in the direction of
Mortimer, who bowed and stood back.
When they were alone the King said : ‘I wish to know how my father died.’
It was as I told you. He died peacefully ... in the night. He went to bed as usual and the next morning they went in and found him ... dead.’
‘My poor father, his was an unhappy life.’
‘He knew himself to be a failure, Edward, as he was. It is no use pretending it was different now.’
‘I know he was not like his father.’
The Queen’s laugh had a note of hysteria in it. ‘My dear, I understand your emotion. You feel sad about your father now that he is dead. Your grandfather was a great man. It was Edward’s tragedy that he followed such a one. Had he come after ... say John ... his faults would not have been obvious. But he came after the Great Edward and he was a man of strange tastes. He is dead. Let him rest in peace.’
She put her hand on his arm and looked appealingly at him. ‘Dear lady,’ he said, ‘you are right, of course.’
‘You and I have worked together, Edward. I brought you to England. I made you a King.’
‘Yes, my lady, but I was naturally one when my father died.’
‘I made you one before your father died and because he was your father that made you uneasy. You must not be. Think of the wishes of the people. They did not want your father. They want you to rule them. Come, let us forget the past. Let us look forward to the future.’
‘Let us do that. I am determined to marry without delay.’
A dazzling smile crossed her face and he sensed her immense relief.
‘It is natural that you should.’
‘You made an agreement with the Count of Hainault.’
‘It was necessary that I did. Without that agreement I could never have raised the army which brought us back to England.’
‘I am glad you made it. I felt a great affection for Philippa.’ The Queen laughed with excessive gaiety.
‘It was a little noticeable,’ she said. ‘I shall never forget how the child burst into tears when she had to say good-bye.’ ‘She is charming,’ cried Edward. ‘So fresh, so natural.’
‘Then why should not the marriage take place without delay?’
‘That is what I think.’
She slipped her arm through his and walked to the window. ‘The agreement,’ she told him, ‘was for one of the Count’s daughters.’
‘I shall have Philippa--no other.’
‘Indeed you shall have Philippa but it has occurred to me that the Count may want his eldest daughter off his hands first. It is a custom. Margaret is the eldest.’
‘I tell you I will have Philippa.’
‘Pray do not grow so fierce. I will tell you what we shall do. We shall send our embassy to Hainault and we shall give instructions that the leader of it shall choose the most suitable of the four girls.’
‘What if he does not choose Philippa?’
‘He will because we shall tell him in advance that he must choose her.’
Edward laughed. ‘That sounds a good project,’ he said.
‘Well then, we will set it in motion without delay. I’ll send for Adam of Orlton. He is the man. He is with us now. He has always served us well. He is shrewd and clever. He will do exactly what is needed. I will send him to you. There is no reason why he should not set out at once.’
The King left his mother and immediately sent for Adam of Orlton.
Meanwhile the Queen had returned to Mortimer.
‘Our lord the King has become somewhat imperious since his somewhat ignoble adventures in the North,’ commented Mortimer. ‘He clearly dismissed me.’
‘You must not take that to heart, my love. He talked of his father. He broods on it, I believe. I had difficulty in getting him away from the subject.’
‘He will hear no rumours.’
‘None would dare. They know it would be most unwise. I have stressed that Edward is at peace now. I keep telling him that. He has no suspicions. He is in love with Philippa of Hainault and this occupies his mind, which is fortunate. He wants to marry without delay.’
‘We must not stop him. Let his mind dwell on his marriage- couch rather than on the deathbed of his father.’
‘So we will marry him without delay. Nothing should occupy him more exclusively than his little Philippa.’
‘She will suit our young man very well,’ said Mortimer.
‘You thought her attractive?’
‘Dazzled by the incomparable beauty of my Queen I scarcely saw her. She is a typical Fleming, I did vaguely observe. Plump already. She will incline to weightiness, you will see. But she is fresh enough and right I would say for the boy. She will be a good breeder, I doubt not.’
‘I hope that he will not continue to talk of his father,’ said the Queen with a shudder.
Mortimer put an arm about her. ‘Ah, my love, you must stop brooding. Let us bring Philippa over. Let us have a royal wedding ... babies. Can you believe it, sweetheart, you will be a grandmother.’
‘I like not the sound of that.’
‘The most beautiful and youthful grandmother the world has ever known.’
Adam of Orlton Bishop of Hereford stood before the King.
This was a man who had been the enemy of the late King and had served the Queen well. Shrewd, calculating and determined to go far in his profession, he had quickly realized that Edward the Second would in time become intolerable to the people of England and for that reason he had thrown in his lot with the Queen. He it was who had been largely responsible for Mortimer’s escape from the Tower for, if the Queen had not been able to enlist his help and through him the two London merchants who supplied the boat and horses, the adventure would have failed.