She would have another child soon and when she did this would become just a sad memory.

In the gardens Philip walked with his son. He wanted him to promise him something.

Louis was a little puzzled until his father went on: ‘I do not want you to take an active part in a joust, and I wish you to promise me that when you attend these tourneys you will go as a looker-on.’

‘But, my lord, how can I?’

‘You can do so by making sure that you do not attend in armour. If you are simply present in a light mail jacket without a helmet, all will know that you have no intention of riding in the lists.’

‘It will be noticed that I do not enter, Father. It will be said that I am a coward.’

‘Let them say that to me! None shall say it twice, I promise you. And you and I will know that you are no coward, for it may well be that it will need greater courage to abstain from the lists than it would be to enter them.’

‘Do you mean that I am not to joust ever …’

‘I mean that for a while I do not wish you to.’

Louis understood. He and Blanche had had a daughter who had not lived. He was the heir to the throne – the one on whose rights to inherit the crown none could throw a doubt; and until he had produced a son, he must live.

Jousting could be dangerous, for although a tourney was supposed to be a mock battle it often became realistic. Poor sad Arthur’s father had ridden out to do mock battle but when he had been surrounded by his opponents he had fallen from his horse and been trampled to death. Yet it was but a mock battle.

Louis had always been aware of the responsibilities of kingship, but he had never realised them so thoroughly as he did at that moment.


* * *

Four years passed before Blanche was able to give France the hope of another heir. Meanwhile John was losing his grip even on his English possessions. His Barons despaired of him and there was a growing conflict between them; he was still enslaved by his wife Isabella but that did not prevent his infidelities. He became more and more cruel as his power was stripped from him; his enemies were legion and recklessly he added to their number with every passing year.

Philip had dreamed of recovering all the French territory. That was almost accomplished, and now he was turning covetous eyes on England itself. Why not? His daughter-in-law had a claim through her mother. There was no salic law in England; he did not see why Blanche should not one day be Queen of England and Louis King. France and England under one crown. Even Charlemagne had never been King of England.

And now Blanche was pregnant.

If this child be a healthy boy, it is an omen, said Philip. ‘Oh God, give me a grandson and I will be ready to depart in good heart and spirits when ever You see fit to call me.’

Great was the rejoicing when the child was born – a boy, a healthy heir to the Crown of France.

The King’s eyes shone with affection for his daughter-in-law and pride in his grandson.

‘There have been few days in my life happier than this one,’ he declared.

As he kissed her hand, Blanche said: ‘If it pleases you, I should like to call him Philip.’


* * *

Those were the years of triumph for France. Philip had his spies everywhere and nowhere were they more important than in England. That John was a feeble ruler, a man destined to fail, was becoming more and more obvious to everyone except John, who boastfully declared he would regain all that he had lost.

When John came into conflict with the Church he was excommunicated; and the Pope implied that the claims of France did not displease him.

Calling his son and daughter-in-law to him, Philip told them that the time had come to prepare for invasion. He believed that ere long Blanche would have her heritage.

Four years before, when Blanche was expecting her son Philip, Louis had been presented with his spurs by his father at Compiègne. This ceremony, which was always conducted with the utmost pomp, had been witnessed by even more than usual because on this occasion the heir to the throne would show the company his right to the honour and after that Philip could not longer prevent his son from taking part in the jousting tournaments. Moreover now he had his namesake and grandson who appeared to be growing into a healthy man; and although Blanche was a little slow in producing more grandchildren, the King always consoled himself with the observation that she was young yet.

At this time with four-year-old Philip a delight in the royal nursery, and King John excommunicated and clearly growing less and less able to hold his kingdom, Blanche was once more pregnant.

She was larger than was usual and Philip was convinced that she would be delivered of a fine boy.

She was twenty-five – no longer so young, but her intelligence delighted him; and what was most gratifying was that the affection between her and Louis did not wane as it grew more mature. Louis took after his grandfather, that other Louis, and he never looked at other women, which was very rare. Philip himself had had many loves in his life – not all women, but Louis was a serious young man; anxious to rule well, and with the aid of Blanche to win glory for his country, it never occurred to him to be other than a faithful husband.

When Blanche’s twins were born dead, the euphoria of the court was darkened for a while. It was not the first mishap which had befallen Blanche. It was true young Philip thrived in the nursery but recalling how easily young children were carried off by death, the King’s uneasiness returned.

Shortly afterwards however she became pregnant again and hopes rose high.

Philip heard it whispered that there could be no continued real good fortune at the court while his Queen, recognised to be so by the Church, was shut out and robbed of all her royal dignity.

Philip retired to his apartments and communed with himself and God. None knew what it was he so loathed in the woman he had married, and why he still shuddered to have her near him. It was a secret he was not going to divulge to any. But clearly in his private apartment he wrestled with himself. He was King of France, and perhaps more than anything he cared for France. His greatest desire was to make France great again. It seemed to him that God had answered his prayers by putting a reckless fool like John on the throne of England. Each week came news from England and he could see, perhaps more clearly than John could, the storms gathering over his head. His barons were in revolt against him and he had lost precious lands overseas. Very little of Normandy was left to him; and never had France been in a position so advantageous.

God had selected him to be his country’s saviour, but he was denying him what he wanted most – a safe nursery. He had young Philip – and his heart filled with joy at the thought of the child – but he lived in terror that some fatal illness would overtake him. He feared for Philip as he had feared for Louis. He did not want the boy to ride too frisky a pony; he was terrified of his taking part in rough games which could result in accidents. Philip would have been the first to admit that this was no way in which to bring up a boy.

Now if there were three, four or five boys in the royal nursery, it would not be so imperative to guard one.

Blanche had lost the twins. Poor girl, she was very sad. She must get boys. It was the only way.

And if God were punishing him there was only one thing he could do and that was bring Ingeburga back.

She came eagerly. Her peripatetic days were over and she was received at court with all the ceremony of a queen.

Philip watched her with smouldering eyes; the revulsion was as strong as ever. She knew this and instead of being hurt as she had been all those years ago there was a certain defiance in her attitude.

She had won the battle between them since he had been forced after all these years to take her back, and she was going to enjoy her triumph to the full.

Everywhere they went she was beside him. The people rejoiced for they believed that Heaven would smile on France now that its King no longer offended by exiling his queen. He showed the utmost concern for her in public but in private he rarely spoke to her; nor could he endure to have her near him.

It was a sad time for him, for she reminded him – by her very difference – of sweet Agnes, and he mourned her afresh.

His children by Agnes flourished and so did his two bastards whom he kept at court – Peter Charles and Philip Hurepel. He kept an ever watchful eye on that other Philip and prayed that Blanche’s next would be a boy.

That year was one of mingling joy and sorrow for Blanche. In April, her child was born and to the great delight of all, was a boy. They called him Louis after his father and he flourished.

‘I knew it would come,’ cried the King. ‘Now we have two boys whom God preserve. There shall be rejoicing throughout France. Te Deums shall be sung in all the churches. My dearest daughter, this day you have made me a very happy man.’

He believed, and so did most of his subjects, that having brought back Ingeburga and restored her to her rightful place, God was rewarding him with the grandson he so desperately desired.

‘Two of them now,’ Philip exulted. ‘Philip … Louis … King’s names for two little kings.’

He would not feel that they must be guarded quite so closely. Let them play their games, ride their horses, grow into strong men.

Blanche had been having news from Castile which filled her with apprehension. Her mother wrote that her father had developed a fever which had left him weak and which kept recurring. It gave her great anxiety for when he was in the grip of this, she greatly feared for his life.