Then he went forward into the church and there was scarcely a man who did not follow him.

What riches! What treasures!

‘These spoils will take us through our campaign to Aquitaine,’ cried Henry.

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That night the fever was on him. He was delirious and those about him trembled. They could not forget that he had desecrated the shrine of Roc Amadour.

In the morning he was a little better. They would march on, he said.

He told the Duke of Burgundy who had joined him and put several hundred men into his service: ‘Last night I thought I would die. I dreamed that Our Lady came to me and told me that my days were numbered. “Repent,” she said, “for there is but little time left to you.” I thought I was dying.’

‘My lord, should you not rest?’ asked the Duke.

‘No. I have a desire to go on. Send one of my messengers to me. There is one I wish to see and I want him brought to me without delay for it may well be that there is truly little time left to me.’

‘Who is this?’ asked the Duke.

‘It is William the Marshall. I have a fancy to see him. I wish him to come to me with all speed.’

In the next few days young Henry had become so ill that it was impossible for him to go on. He lay in a merchant’s house for some days, talking a great deal to himself and now and then seeming to know where he was and asking if William the Marshall had come.

At length William arrived and when he went into the bedchamber in which Henry lay, the young King gave a cry of welcome.

‘So you have come, my friend.’

‘As soon as I received your message,’ answered William.

‘Good William, we have always been friends, have we not?’

‘Aye,’ answered William.

‘You were with me in my childhood, so it is good that you should be with me at the end.’

‘The end. What mean you?’

‘Do you not know it then, William? I do. I am a sick and most sorry man for I shall go to my Maker with my sins on me – and what sins! You know that I have desecrated sacred places.’

‘Why, my lord? Why?’

‘It was necessary to find money for my soldiers.’

‘In such a way!’

‘Nay. It was my way. You know that I have a devil’s witch for an ancestress. It was as though she took possession of me.’

‘My lord, you should repent.’

‘I will. I wanted to see you, William.’

‘I knew it, my lord. And now I am here I shall not leave you again.’

‘You will not have to stay long.’

‘Nay, you will recover.’

‘William, I never believed that you were Marguerite’s lover.’

‘I know it.’

‘Some devil got in me. The same devil who was in me when I sacked the shrines.’

‘Philip of Flanders was your evil genius.’

‘Nay, I was my own, William. Now I am free of that evil, I see that I am indeed wicked and that I must repent.’

‘Shall I send for a priest?’

‘Later, William. As yet stay with me. I have a little while left.’

‘You should make your peace with God.’

‘I will, I will. Now you have come to me, everything seems different. I am as a child again. I admired you so much, William. You were the perfect knight. You could do everything better than any other. You were too good.’

‘I am a sinful man, even as you, and none could be too good. But rest now. Let me call the Bishop.’

‘If there were time, William, I should ask you to accompany me on a crusade.’

‘Later when you have recovered perhaps.’

‘Later? There will be no later for me. You know it, William. Why do you pretend now? You were always such an honest man.’

‘Then if there is little time, repent, my lord King.’

‘Aye, I must repent. Bend down and see what lies on the floor, William. It is a crusader’s cross. I took it from the shrine.’

‘My lord!’

‘Nay, cease to be shocked. What I have done is done and there is no taking it back.’

‘Then repent, my lord.’

‘Send the priest to me then, William. And tell me you forgive me. It was an ill day for me when I sent you away.’

‘That is over. I am back now.’

‘William, take care of Marguerite for me. I fear she will be a widow ere long.’

William turned away. He could not bear to look at the once handsome face now pallid and flushed by turns, the beautiful eyes wild and bloodshot.

He should have stayed with him. How could he when he had been sent away? But he should have come back and not waited to be sent for. He should have warned the young King that the way he was going could only lead to disaster.

The Bishop of Cahors came and gave him absolution.

It was clear now that he could not live many more days.

He asked that William the Marshall stay with him.

‘The end is very near now,’ he said. ‘See here is the crusader’s cross. How can I expiate my sin in taking it from the shrine? If I were granted my health I would go on a crusade and take it to Jerusalem. There I would place it on the Holy Sepulchre and pray for forgiveness. Oh, God, grant me the gift of life that I may in time find forgiveness for my sins.’

William turned away. He knew that Henry would never go to Jerusalem.

‘I must see my father before I die. I have lied to him and wronged him. I must ask his forgiveness,’ he cried.

‘I will send a messenger to him without delay,’ William promised. ‘I will tell him in what state you are and beg him to come to you.’

‘Pray do that.’

He seemed to revive a little. It was as though he must see his father and ask his forgiveness before he died.

The King did not come to his son’s death bed. Henry had lied to him before; how could he be sure that he was not lying now and that he would not be walking into a trap? He sent one of his Bishops with a ring which had never before left his finger so that his son would know that the Bishop came with his blessing.

Henry held the ring in his hand and held it against his heart.

‘You will take a message to my father,’ he said. ‘I am dying and would fain have seen him and I know full well that he would have come to me.’

‘He was prepared to come,’ said the Bishop, ‘but was advised against it.’

Henry’s face twisted in painful grimace. ‘I know. I know. I had lied to him so many times. He could not trust me now. That was wise of him … but this time I happen not to be lying. Pray ask him to look after the Queen my wife. I would send a message to my mother. I think of her often and I would ask my father to be kinder to her. I have committed terrible sins. I have robbed sacred shrines. I would wish my father to repay what I have stolen as far as he is able. Ask him to forgive his erring son.’

The exertion of talking was proving too much for him but he seemed more contented now that he had sent word to his father. It was almost as though he had prepared himself for death.

He asked again for William the Marshall.

‘Take the cross,’ he said, ‘and if the opportunity arises carry it to Jerusalem in my name.’

‘If I go there I will do this,’ said William.

‘Let them make for me a bed of ashes on the floor and bring me a hair shirt. Put a stone for my pillow and one at my feet and let me die thus, that God and all his angels may know that I come in all humility. I am deeply stained with sin but most truly I repent.’

William gave orders that this should be done and then tenderly the young King was lifted from his bed and placed on the ashes.

He lay there in great bodily discomfort but he seemed to have found a spiritual peace.

A few hours later he was dead.

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Chapter XV
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THE PAINTING ON THE WALL