‘There is the Hermandad, which has been set up to restore law and order,’ said Beatriz. ‘Let us hope it will do its work well’

‘It does what it can,’ Isabella pointed out. ‘But it is a small force as yet; and everywhere in our country villainies persist. Oh, Alfonso, what a lesson this is to us. If ever we should be called upon to rule we must employ absolute justice. We must never install favourites; we must set good examples and never be extravagant in our personal demands; we must always please our people while helping them to become good Christians.’

A page had come into the room.

He bowed before Isabella and said that the Marquis de Villena with the Archbishop of Toledo were below; they were asking to be received by the Infante Alfonso.

Alfonso looked sharply at his sister. His eyes appealed. He wanted to say that he could not be seen; for these were the two men whom he feared more than any others, and the fact that they had come to see him filled him with dread.

‘You should receive them,’ said Isabella.

‘Then I will do so here,’ said Alfonso almost defiantly. ‘Bring them to me.’

The page bowed and retired, and Alfonso turned in panic to his sister.

‘What do they want of me?’

‘I know no more than you do.’

‘They have come from their audience with the King.’

‘Alfonso,’ said Isabella earnestly, ‘be careful. We do not know what they are going to suggest. But remember this: You cannot be King while Henry lives. Henry is the true King of Castile; it would be wrong for you to put yourself at the head of a faction which is trying to replace him. That would mean war, and you would be on the wrong side.’

‘Isabella...’ Tears filled his eyes, but he dared not shed them. ‘Oh, why will they not let us alone! Why do they torment us so?’

She could have answered him. She could have said: Because in their eyes we are not human beings. We are lay figures placed at certain distances from the throne. They want power and they seek to obtain it through us.

Poor, poor Alfonso, even more vulnerable than she was herself.

The page was ushering in the Marquis of Villena and the Archbishop of Toledo, who seemed astonished to find Isabella and Beatriz there; but Alfonso immediately put on the air of an Infante and said: ‘You may tell me your business. These ladies share my confidence.’

The Marquis and the Archbishop smiled almost obsequiously, but their respect could only disturb the others.

‘We come from the King,’ said the Archbishop.

‘And you have a message from His Highness for me?’ Alfonso enquired.

‘Yes, you are to prepare to leave your apartments here for new ones.’

‘Which apartments are these?’

‘They are mine,’ said the Marquis.

‘But I do not understand.’

For answer the Marquis came forward, knelt and took Alfonso’s hand.

‘Principe, you are to be proclaimed heir to the throne of Castile.’

A faint colour crept into Alfonso’s cheeks.

‘That is preposterous. How can I be? My brother will beget children yet. Moreover he has a daughter.’

The Archbishop gave his short rasping laugh. He deplored wasting time.

‘Your brother will never beget children,’ he said, ‘and a commission, set up to study the matter, has grave doubts that the young Joanna is his daughter. In view of this we have insisted that you be proclaimed the heir, and my nephew here has permission to take you under his guardianship that you may be trained in all the duties which, as King, will be yours.’

There was a short silence, and when Alfonso spoke, his tone was bleak. ‘So,’ he said, ‘I am to settle under your wing.’

‘It shall be my greatest pleasure to serve Your Highness.’

Then Alfonso smiled in momentary hopefulness. ‘I am capable of looking after myself, and I am very happy here in my apartments next to my sister’s.’

‘Oh,’ laughed the Marquis, ‘there will not be much change. We shall merely look after you and see that you are prepared for your role. You will see much of your sister. There will be no attempt to curtail your pleasures.’

‘How can you know that?’

‘Dear Highness, we will make sure of it.’

‘What if my pleasure is to stay as I am and not come under your guardianship?’

‘Your Highness is pleased to joke. Could you leave at once?’

‘No. I wish to be with my sister a little longer. We were talking together when you interrupted us.’

‘We crave Your Highness’s pardon,’ said Villena in false concern. ‘We will leave you to finish your conversation with your sister, and we will await your pleasure in the ante-room. You should bring your most trusted servant with you. I have already given him instructions to prepare for your departure.’

‘But you... you gave instructions!’

‘In matters like this one must act with speed,’ said the Archbishop.

Alfonso appeared resigned. He watched the two schemers retire, but when he turned to Isabella and Beatriz, they were both struck by the look of despair in his face.

‘Oh, Isabella, Isabella,’ he cried, and she put her arms about him and held him close.

‘You see,’ he went on, ‘it has come. I know what they will try to do. They will make me King, And I do not want to be King, Isabella. I am afraid of them. I shall have forced upon me that which is greatly coveted. All Kings should be wary, but none so much as those who are forced to wear the crown before it is theirs by right. Isabella, perhaps one day someone will do to me what was done to Carlos... to Blanche...’

‘These are morbid fancies,’ Isabella chided him.

‘I do not know,’ said Alfonso. ‘Isabella, I am afraid because I do not know.’


* * *

Joanna stormed into her husband’s apartments.

‘So you have allowed them to dictate to you!’ she cried. ‘You have allowed them to bring about the disinheritance of our daughter, and put up that sly young Alfonso in her place.’

‘But do you not see,’ cried Henry piteously, ‘that I have insisted on his betrothal to Joanna?’

The Queen laughed bitterly. ‘And you think they will allow that? Henry, are you a fool. Do you not see that, once you have proclaimed Alfonso your heir, you will have no say in deciding whom he shall marry? And the very fact that you allow him to be proclaimed your heir can only be because you accept these vile slanders against me and your daughter.’

‘It was the only way,’ murmured Henry. ‘It was either that or civil war.’

He was thinking sadly of Blanche, who had been so meek and affectionate. Physically she had not excited him, but what a peaceful companion she had been. Poor Blanche! She had left this stormy life; she had been sacrificed to her family’s ambition. One could almost say, Most fortunate Blanche, for there was no doubt that she would find a place in Heaven.

If I had never divorced her, he thought now, she might be alive at this time. And should I have been worse off? It is true there is a child now – but is she mine, and what a storm of controversy she is arousing!

‘You are a coward,’ cried the Queen. ‘And what of Beltran? What will he think of this? He deserves to be Master of Santiago, and now you have agreed to deprive him of the title.’

Henry spread his hands helplessly. ‘Joanna, would you see Castile torn in two by civil war?’

‘Would it be if it had a King at its head instead of a lily-livered poltroon!’

‘You go too far, my dear,’ said Henry mildly.

‘At least I will not be dictated to by these men. As for Beltran, unless you wish to offend him mortally, there is only one thing you can do.’

‘What is that?’

‘You have taken from him with one hand; therefore you must give with the other. You have sworn to deprive him of the Mastership of Santiago, therefore you should make him Duke of Albuquerque.’

‘Oh but... that would be tantamount to... to...’

‘To opposing your enemies! Indeed it would. And if you are wise there is one other thing you will do. You will prevent your enemies from plotting your downfall. For, depend upon it, their scheme is not merely to set up an heir of their choosing in place of your own daughter, but to oust you from the throne.’

‘You may well be right.’

‘And what will you do about it? Sit on your throne... waiting for disaster?’

‘What can I do? What would happen if we were plunged into civil war?’

‘We should fight, and we should win. But at least you are the King. You could act quickly now. These people are not popular. Most hate the Marquis of Villena. Look what happened when he and his friends tried to seize Valladolid. You are not unpopular with the people, and you are the rightful King. Have these ringleaders of revolt quickly and quietly seized. When their leaders are in prison the people will not be so ready to rebel against their King.’

The King gazed at his fiery wife. ‘My dear,’ he said, slowly, ‘I think perhaps you may be right.’


* * *

The Marquis of Villena was alone when the man was shown into his presence.

The visitor was wrapped in a concealing cloak and, when he removed it, revealed himself as one of the King’s Guards.

‘Forgive the unceremonious intrusion, my lord,’ he said, ‘but the matter is urgent.’

He then repeated the conversation which he had overheard between the King and Queen.

Villena nodded. ‘You have done your work well,’ he said. ‘I trust you were not recognised on your way here. Go back to your post and keep us informed. We shall find means to prevent these arrests which the King now plans.’