But no! She was sure this was not so. And the fact that she could talk to him of the exigencies of Thomas Becket certainly brought them closer together.

They were passionate lovers at this time, almost as they had been in the early days of their marriage. It was intriguing that his hatred of Becket was driving him into her bed.

He would lie awake sometimes and talk about him. He

would tell her little incidents from the past which she had never heard before. How he had often tried to tempt Becket to indiscretions with women and never succeeded.

‘You didn’t try hard enough,’ she told him.

‘But I did. I even sought to trap him. But not he. I don’t believe he ever slept with a woman in his life.’

‘What sort of a man is he?’

‘Oh, manly enough. He can ride and hawk with the best.

He is skilled in all the arts of chivalry.’

‘And where could a rustic learn such things?’

‘He was always an appealing fellow. Some knight taught him these things when he was quite a boy.’

‘He is a schemer. He wormed his way into Theobald’s good graces. I believe the Archbishop of York could tell you some stories.’

‘I never liked that fellow. Though he’d be loyal to me rather than to Thomas. He’s ambitious. I thought Thomas was, but he’s changed.’

‘You should not allow him to flout you.’

‘He is Archbishop of Canterbury. He would have to resign of his own volition.’

‘You should make it impossible for him to cling to office.’

‘How so?’

‘Is it beyond your powers? You know a good deal of how he lived when he was constantly in your company. There must have been something you could bring against him.’

The King’s eyes shone. ‘I will do it,’ he said. ‘I will find something from Roger of York, and John the Marshal will surely contrive something.’

‘Then do this, for I do assure you that that man is determined to plague you and while he is Archbishop of Canterbury you will not be true King of England. Could you bear now to hear of something other than the affairs of your Thomas Becket? Then listen to me. I am pregnant again.’

The King expressed his pleasure. He would welcome an addition to the nursery. A girl or a boy. He would not mind which.

All the same his mind was still on Thomas Becket.

As Eleanor said, it was easy. John the Marshal some time before had claimed the manor of Pagham which was on one of the archiepiscopal estates. The case which had been tried in the Archbishop’s court had been decided in Thomas’s favour. Now he could have the case re-tried in the King’s court and accordingly a summons to attend was sent to the Archbishop.

After his meeting with the King, Thomas had grown so sick at heart that he had become ill and had had to take to his bed. He was therefore unable to obey the summons and sent four of his knights to the court in his place.

This gave John the Marshal a chance. To ignore a summons to court showed a contempt of it and this was a crime.

Thomas was ordered to appear before a council at

Northampton to answer the accusation. When he approached Northampton a rider met him with the news that the lodgings which were always at his disposal in that town had been given by the King to another member of the council; he must therefore find his own shelter.

Thomas saw then that the King was determined to humiliate him, but fortunately he could go to the Saint Andrew’s Monastery. Still hoping to bring about a reconciliation, Thomas went to the castle to pay his respects to the King. Henry was at Mass when he arrived and Thomas was obliged to wait in the ante-room for the service to be over. When it was, Henry emerged, and as Thomas went forward ready to kiss his hand, if it were extended to him for this purpose, the King walked past him as though he did not see him.

This was indeed the end, thought Thomas. The King would neither receive nor listen to him. He was clearly bent on his destruction, and if Thomas would preserve his life he must get out of the country.

When the Council sat, Thomas was called to account for having held the King’s court in contempt. He explained that he had been ill and had sent his knights to stand in for him.

This was not accepted and a fine of ?500 was imposed.

Then came another list of charges. ?300 was demanded for it was said he had received this as the warden of the castles of Berkhamstead and Eye. Thomas replied that he had spent this and more in repairs to the King’s palace of the Tower of London and far from having profited from any money he had received, he had spent far more in the King’s service.

Thomas’s heart was heavy for he saw that the King was determined to ruin him. He had cast back in his mind to the days of their friendship when the King had given him money that he might live in a manner similar to his own. Now he demanded that this money should be paid back. Moreover Thomas had received revenues from several bishoprics and abbeys and the sum mentioned was some 40,000

marks.

It was no use. Thomas could not fight against such injustice. When he came out of the council chamber that day he believed the end was near.

The next day he was back. His Archdeacon Herbert had said to him: ‘My lord, we do not know what this day will bring forth, but forget not that you have the power to excommunicate all those who stand against you.’

William FitzStephen, one of his faithful canons, replied:

‘Our lord would not do that. The Holy Apostles did not do it when they were taken. My lord will pray for them I doubt not and forgive them.’

Thomas laid his hand on FitzStephen’s shoulder and blessed him.

Thomas was allowed to retire to an inner chamber and there to discuss with his bishops what action he should take against the charges which were being brought; and finally in great impatience the King sent some of his barons to inquire whether Thomas Becket was prepared to give an account of the money he had spent during his Chancellorship.

Thomas replied with dignity that he was ready to obey the King in all things saving God’s obedience. He was not bound he said to give an account of his Chancellorship and had been summoned to the court to answer the charges brought by John the Marshal and none other.

‘I would remind you,’ he said, ‘that when I was chosen to become Archbishop, before my consecration I was delivered over by the King to the Church of Canterbury, free from all secular claims. I place my person and the Church of Canterbury under the protection of God and the Pope.’

When the King heard what Thomas had said his fury was obvious and one of his knights reminded him that his great-grandfather, William the Conqueror, had known how to tame clerics. Had he not imprisoned Odo, Bishop of Bayeux, who was his own brother?

In the inner chamber, hearing of the King’s wrath, the bishops believed that the Archbishop would be imprisoned and doubtless have his eyes put out. They feared too that they who had been with Thomas and had listened to him and stood beside him would suffer a like fate.

It was the Earl of Leicester, a man of principle who clearly had no liking for his task, who came into the chamber.

‘The King will have you deliver up your accounts or hear your sentence,’ he told Thomas.

‘Hear me first,’ replied Thomas. ‘You, my lord Leicester, know full well that I had no wish to become the Archbishop of Canterbury and that it was the King who willed it. It was for love of him rather than for love of God that I gave way, which is why today both God and the King have deserted me. You know that when the post was given me I was declared free of all secular obligations.’

‘I know it,’ answered Leicester. ‘I would not pass judgement on you.’