When Henry and the Queen were alone she took his hands and kissed them. Had it not been wonderful to see the happiness of those two? How could they who were so happy themselves fail to delight in it? The Princess Eleanor and Simon her husband would thank them for ever.

‘Unless,’ said Henry, ‘they come to regret the marriage.’

‘People in love as they are do not regret their marriages,’ replied the Queen sternly.

She enchanted him. He had never believed married bliss could be like this. He often thought of poor Richard tied to his ageing wife whom he visited as infrequently as he could. Since this enchanting little Queen of his had come to England he had ceased to envy Richard. As for Richard he not only coveted his brother’s crown but his wife as well.

It was a very satisfactory state of affairs, thought Henry. So did his Queen, for it was becoming more and more clear that she had only to ask for what she wanted and the King could not resist giving it to her.

Two months after the secret marriage the Queen was seated in the solarium surrounded by some of her Provencal attendants when a serving man came to her to announce that there was a visitor to see her.

‘Who is it?’ she demanded.

‘He asked that no name should be given, my lady.’

The Queen was puzzled.

‘Where is he?’

‘He waits in the guardroom, my lady. He said to tell you first before the King.’

‘Where is the King?’

‘He is in the state chamber with the Earl of Cornwall and the Earl of Chester, my lady.’

Eleanor nodded and said she would go at once to solve the mystery.

In the guardroom a cloaked figure came towards her and took her into his arms.

‘Uncle … William!’ she cried.

‘Yes, you see me returned.’

‘It is wonderful to see you. When did you arrive?’

‘But a day or so ago. I came straight here.’

‘Without warning. We should have known.’

‘I thought I would test the climate first. Remember I was all but driven away.’

‘The barons are stupid … jealous … always afraid that someone who in any case is cleverer than they are, will take something from them. This time, dearest uncle, you must not go away.’

‘Perhaps it was well that I went when I did,’ said the Bishop Elect of Valence; and he smiled secretly. It had been a profitable retreat. He had now in safe keeping all the treasure he had taken with him; and if he could garner so much in one short year, it showed what a treasure there was in this land waiting to be taken.

‘Now you are here, dear uncle, you will see that there is no lack of welcome from me or from Henry.’

‘You think Henry will be pleased to see me?’

‘If I am, he will be.’

‘Oh, so it is still thus, is it?’

‘It is thus now and shall always be so.’

‘My clever little niece!’

‘I hope, dear Uncle, that you will not be forced to run away again.’

‘I shall do my best to consolidate my position and the best way of achieving that is for me to have some high post in the kingdom … the Church of course since I am trained for it.’

Eleanor was silent. She knew that she could persuade Henry, but her uncle had been forced to fly the country because of the animosity of the barons.

‘I will explain why I have returned now. I have heard that Peter des Roches, the Bishop of Winchester, since his return to England has become so enfeebled that he is not expected to live much longer. The See will soon be vacant. I want Henry to be persuaded to give it to me.’

‘The See of Winchester! It is one of the most important in the country. Why, it vies with Canterbury.’

‘I know, my dear. That is why I want it.’

‘You are asking a great deal, Uncle.’

‘But I have the utmost confidence in your help. I know you will get it for me. You see, my dear, your marriage has been so good for us at home, as you know. There is no reason why it should not be better still. When I have the See of Winchester your Uncle Thomas must come over. I am sure we could do something for him, eh?’

‘We will,’ said Eleanor firmly. It was most gratifying to be considered of such importance.

Henry was delighted that William de Valence had returned to England.

‘The fact that I do not want to blazon your presence throughout the country does not mean that you are not welcome,’ he told him. ‘I should be most distressed if you were shown that inhospitality once more from which you suffered such a short time ago.’

Uncle William said he had the best niece and nephew in the world and he was sure that the unkindness shown to him had hurt them more than it had hurt him.

He did realise the wisdom of keeping his return as quiet as possible and it was not until the month of June when Peter des Roches died, that he emerged from hiding.

Then Henry, prompted by Eleanor, announced that he had the very man to take over the See of Winchester. A man of wide experience, of saintly habits, and one who had the good of the Church at heart; his wife’s uncle William de Valence.

The response was immediate.

Richard came to see him. ‘Henry, do you know what people are saying? Do you want a return of the old days?’

‘I beg of you,’ said Henry coldly, ‘do not once more remind me of Magna Carta. I know it exists and I know I have to keep a wary eye on the barons. But I am not our father. We have left those evil times behind us. I am a King who will rule.’

‘I tell you this,’ cried Richard angrily, ‘if you continue to favour these foreigners you will find your subjects rising in protest all over the country.

‘Please remember that they are my subjects … and so are you.’

Richard bowed his head. He was beginning to wonder whether the royal marriage was as beneficial as he had thought it would be. True, Eleanor was a lovely girl, but she was exercising too much power over the King and her family was becoming a nuisance. The fact was, she was too strong-minded and the King was too besotted. Trust Henry to become uxorious to the brink of folly.

Richard said: ‘I have heard another rumour which makes me very uneasy. I do not believe it … and yet there must be some attachment for it to be talked of. It is said that Simon de Montfort is hoping to marry our sister.’

‘Well?’ said Henry sharply.

‘It could not be so, of course …’

‘Could it not? Why not?’

‘It would be too unseemly.’

‘Who says so? You, brother? You do not rule this land. If I agree to a marriage between Simon de Montfort and Eleanor a marriage there should be.’

‘You would never be so rash.’

Henry felt a familiar tingling in the back of his neck which he had always had when he was afraid.

He cried suddenly: ‘Then let me tell you this, brother. They are married and I gave my consent.’

Richard stared at him in horror. ‘You have given your consent and they are married! This will never be forgiven. Who is this man … this foreigner?’

‘He is now our brother-in-law.’

‘Henry! You are following in the footsteps of our father.’

‘What nonsense!’

‘What do you think the barons’ reaction will be to this?’

‘I know not. Nor do I care. I shall tell them that I am the King and who shall marry whom and who be elected to what See is my affair.’

‘Nay, brother, that is something to which they will never agree. You forget Magna Carta.’

‘If you mention that again to me …’

‘Henry, for God’s sake don’t forget it. A king always has his enemies, and you have yours. There will always be those to say that no son of John could ever rule them well. You know that.’

‘I know this,’ retorted Henry, ‘I am the King and will see that it is remembered.’

Richard looked at him sorrowfully and Henry was so stricken with fear that he said: ‘The marriage was necessary.’

‘Necessary? To whom was it necessary?’