* * *

Isabella took her daughter to that chamber in which, just over twenty years ago, she had been born.

‘Juana,’ Isabella held her daughter against her, ‘I cannot tell you how glad I am to see you. We have had so much sorrow since you left us.’

Juana was silent.

‘My dearest,’ went on the Queen, ‘you are happy, are you not? You are the happiest of my daughters. Your marriage has been fruitful, and you love your husband.’

Juana nodded.

‘You are too overcome with happiness at being home to speak of it. That is so, is it not, my love? My happiness equals yours. How I have thought of you since you went away. Your husband … he is kind to you?’

Juana’s face darkened, and the expression there set the Queen’s heart leaping in terror.

‘There are women … always women. There were women in Flanders. There have been women on the way. There will be women in Spain. I hate them all.’

‘While he is in Spain,’ said Isabella sternly, ‘there must be no scandal.’

Juana laughed that wild laughter which was reminiscent of her grandmother.

‘You would not be able to keep them away. They pursue him everywhere. Are you surprised? Is there a more handsome man in the world than my Philip?’

‘He has good looks, but he should remember his dignity.’

‘They won’t let him. It is no fault of his. They are always there.’ Juana clenched her hands together. ‘Oh, how I hate women!’

‘My dear, your father shall speak to him.’

Juana let out another peal of loud laughter. ‘He would not listen.’ She snapped her fingers. ‘He cares not that for anyone … not for my father, nor the King of France. Oh, you should have seen him in France. The women of Blois, and indeed all the towns and villages through which we passed … they could not resist him … they followed him, imploring him to take them to his bed …’

‘And he did not resist?’

Juana turned angrily on her mother. ‘He is but human. He has the virility of ten ordinary men. It is no fault of his. It is the women … the cursed women.’

‘Juana, my dear, you must be calm. You must not think too much of these matters. Men, who perforce must leave their wives now and then, often find consolation with others. That is but nature.’

‘It is not only when he has to leave me,’ said Juana slowly.

‘There, my dear, you must not take these matters to heart. He has done his duty by you. There are children.’

‘Do you think I care for that? Duty! Do I want duty as a bedfellow? I want only Philip, I tell you. Philip … Philip … Philip …’

Isabella looked furtively about her. She was terrified that Juana’s wild shouts might be heard. She must prevent rumour spreading through the Alcazar.

One thing was certain: marriage had done nothing to calm Juana.


* * *

They must prepare now to take the oath as heirs to Castile. This ceremony would take place in the great Gothic Cathedral, and Isabella was afraid that Juana’s wildness would show itself during the ceremony.

She sent for her son-in-law and she thought that, as he entered her apartment, his manner was insolent, but she quickly reminded herself that Flemish ways were not those of Spain; and she remembered how at times she had been faintly shocked by the manners of his sister, Margaret, who had been a good creature.

She dismissed all her attendants so that she might be quite alone with her son-in-law.

‘Philip,’ she said, ‘I have heard rumours which disturb me.’

Philip raised his insolent and well-arched eyebrows. How handsome he is! she thought. Isabella had never seen a man so perfectly proportioned, of such clear skin, such arrogance, such an air of masculinity, such suggestion of power and knowledge that he could do everything better than anyone else.

If Juana had gone to Portugal, to gentle Emanuel, how much better that would have been.

‘My daughter is devoted to you, but I understand you are less so to her. There have been unfortunate affaires.’

‘I can assure Your Highness that they have been far from unfortunate.’

‘Philip, I must ask you not to be flippant on a matter which to me is so serious. My daughter is … is not of a serene nature.’

‘Ha!’ laughed Philip. ‘That is one way of describing it.’

‘How would you describe it?’ asked Isabella fearfully.

‘Unbalanced, Madam, dangerous, tottering on the edge of madness.’

‘Oh, no, no … that is not so. You are cruel.’

‘If you wish me to make pretty speeches, I will do so. I thought you asked me for the truth.’

‘So … that is how you have found her?’

‘That is so.’

‘She is so affectionate towards you.’

‘Too affectionate by far.’

‘Can you say that of your wife?’

‘Her affection borders on madness, Madam.’

Isabella longed to dismiss this young man; she found herself loathing him. She was longing to go back in time and, if she could do that, she would never have allowed this marriage to take place.

‘If you treated her with gentle kindness,’ she began, ‘as I always tried to do …’

‘I am not her mother. I am her husband. She asks for more than gentle kindness from me.’

‘More than you are prepared to give?’

He smiled at her sardonically. ‘I have given her children. What more can you ask than that?’

It was no use pleading with him. He would continue with his amours. Juana was nothing to him but the heiress of Spain. If only he were nothing to her but Maximilian’s heir it would be better for her. To her he was the very meaning of her existence.

She said: ‘I am anxious about the ceremony. This wildness of hers must not be visible. I do not know how the people would react. It is not only here in Castile that she must be calm. There will be the ceremony in Saragossa to follow. You will know that the people of Aragon were none too kind to her sister Isabella.’

‘But they accepted her son Miguel as their heir. We have Charles to offer them.’

‘I know. But Charles is a baby. I want them to accept you and Juana as our heirs. If she will be dignified before them, I believe they will. If not, I cannot answer for the consequences.’

Philip’s eyes narrowed. Then he said: ‘Your Highness need have no fear. Juana will behave with the utmost decorum before the Cortes.’

‘How can you be sure of this?’

‘I can be sure,’ he answered arrogantly, ‘I can command her.’

When he had left her Isabella thought: There is so much he could do for her. But he does not. He is cruel to her, my poor bewildered Juana.

Isabella found that she hated this son-in-law; she blamed his cruel treatment for the sad change in her daughter.


* * *

Philip came into his wife’s apartments in the Toledo Alcazar. Juana, who had been lying down, leapt to her feet, her eyes shining with delight.

‘Leave us! Leave us!’ she cried, fluttering her hands; and Philip stood aside to let her women pass, smiling lasciviously at the prettiest one, calculatingly. He would remember her.

Juana ran to him and took his arm. ‘Do not look at her. Do not look at her,’ she cried.

He threw her off. ‘Why not? She is a pleasant sight.’

‘Pleasanter than I am?’

Her archness sickened him. He almost told her that he found her looks becoming more and more repulsive.

‘Let me look at you,’ he said; ‘that will help me to decide.’

She lifted her face to his – all eagerness, all desire – pressing her body against him, her lips parted, her eyes pleading.

Philip held her off. ‘I have had a talk with your mother. You have been telling her tales about me.’

Terror showed in her face. ‘Oh no, Philip. Oh no … no, no! Someone has been carrying tales. I have said nothing but good of you.’

‘In the eyes of your sainted mother I am a philanderer.’

‘Oh … she is so prim, she does not understand.’

Philip gripped her wrist so tightly that she cried out, not in pain but in pleasure. She was happy for him to touch her, even though it might be in anger.

‘But you understand, do you not, my dear wife? You do not blame me.’

‘I don’t blame you, Philip, but I hope …’

‘You don’t want another child yet, do you?’

‘Yes, I do. We must have children … many, many children.’

He laughed. ‘Listen,’ he said, ‘we have to undergo this ceremony with the Cortes. You know that?’

‘Yes, to declare us heirs. That will please you, Philip. It is what you want. No one else could give you so much as that. I am the heiress of Castile and, as my husband, you share in my inheritance.’

‘That is so. That is why I find you so attractive. Now listen to me. I want you to behave perfectly at the ceremony. Be quiet. Do not laugh, do not smile. Be serious. All the time. If you do not I shall never touch you again.’

‘Oh, Philip. I will do everything you say. And if I do …’

‘If you give satisfaction I will stay with you all through the night.’

‘Philip, I will do anything … everything …’

He touched her cheek lightly. ‘Do as I say, and I shall be with you.’

She threw herself against him, laughing, touching his face. ‘Philip, my handsome Philip …’ she moaned.

He put her from him.

‘Not yet. You have not shown me that you’ll give me what I want. After the ceremony we shall see. But one smile from you, one word out of place, and that is the end between us.’

‘Oh, Philip!’

He shook himself free of her. Then he left her and went to find the pretty attendant.