I stood staring at him. He had changed. He was so tall. I had forgotten how handsome he was; it was those blond looks inherited from his Viking ancestors, those bluest of blue eyes which could look like ice and which glowed like flames at the sight of me.

“My mother!” he cried and I was in his arms. I could not help it but the tears were in my eyes.

“This is wonderful ... wonderful,” I cried.

“At last,” he answered. “I have dreamed of this moment.”

“I have gleaned every bit of information I could about you. I have followed all you have done as far as I could. I have chafed with impatience because I could not know more. And now you are here. Richard, my dearest son.”

He looked at me, smiling. “There is no one like you,” he said. “You look wonderful. At first I thought it could not be. You are so ... young.”

“I have kept myself young and I take a great deal of care to do so. There is so much we must talk of.”

“In secret,” he said.

“Oh yes ... yes ...”

“We shall find a way.”

“I intend to be at your side whenever I can be.”

“That shall be my endeavor, too. I have thought of you constantly. You have never been out of my thoughts.”

“You are to be a king now, Richard.”

“Aye,” he replied. “But he will do all he can to deprive me of my rights.”

“Hush,” I said. “We will talk of it later. We are going to prevent that, Richard. We are going to see that everything that is yours shall come to you.”

I was dazzled and bewildered. This meeting was something I had dreamed of for so long. I had never doubted that it would take place someday, but now it was here it seemed too wonderful to be true.

Later we contrived to be alone and we talked of Aquitaine.

“He can’t take it from you,” I said. “Aquitaine is not his to give or take. It is mine and I made you my heir.”

“He wants to give it to John.”

“Nonsense. I will never allow it. And you are the heir to England now.”

“He will try to deprive me of everything.”

“He will not succeed.”

“I am determined that he shall not.”

“He does not really want war between you.”

“No, he wants to get his own way without it.”

“We will defeat him. Why has he brought me here? Why has he suddenly released me?”

“Sancho of Navarre advised him to, and Henry asked it on his deathbed.”

“I know. But it would be more than that. He will have a reason which we shall discover in due course.”

“There is something else. All this time he has kept Alais here. She is my betrothed and everyone knows how it is between them.”

“She has been his mistress for years. Do you know what surprised me more than the fact that he has taken his son’s intended bride? His fidelity to her. I had never thought he could be capable of it, as he has been to her and was to Rosamund Clifford.”

“He does not always act as one expects him to. I will not take Alais now. And I shall tell him why.”

“It is amazing how he keeps up the pretense. How old is she? She must be about twenty-five by now.”

“I prefer Sancho’s daughter Berengaria.”

“And it is Berengaria you shall have. Even your father would not expect you to take Alais now. What is wrong in Aquitaine, Richard?”

“I do not understand it. I have brought law and order to the land. It is quiet now but one is never sure when disruption will break out. They did not like my father and they do not like me.”

I said: “When my grandfather ruled, Aquitaine was happy ... well, as happy as a state will ever be. There were always dissenters ... but never on the scale that there have been since I went away. There was music and laughter in the Courts.”

“Bernard de Borne inflamed rebellion with his poetry.”

“That was because he flattered your brother and made him believe all he told him. Sometimes poetry can inspire men and women to greatness. Why will not the people accept my son?”

“They thought I was on my father’s side against you.”

“They hated my first husband, Louis, but not as much as they hated Henry.”

“They will hate anyone but you, Mother. You are the only one they will accept. I know of only one way to keep order and that is by strict application of the law. And that is what they will never wholly accept.”

“If I went back ...”

“The King is a fool to keep you a prisoner. There are too many people who love and respect you ... and admire you, too. I tell you this: as soon as I am King of England, I shall have you beside me.”

“I am fortunate,” I said, “to be so deeply loved.”

And so we talked, but we knew that Henry would have his reasons for bringing us all together and most of all for releasing me from my prison ... if only temporarily.

Christmas was to be spent at Windsor. Preparations were in full swing to make this a very special occasion. For the first time for years the King and Queen would spend the festival together. Special wines were sent to Windsor with food of all description. Musicians, jongleurs, acrobats ... nothing was spared to make this a memorable time. I guessed it would have been so without such trifles.

Alais was there. She was a beautiful girl, very gentle, a little uneasy at this time, particularly as Richard was one of the party. He treated her with a cool disdain almost as though he were unaware of her. I know of no one who could present such an icy front to the world as Richard. Geoffrey was rather amused by the situation, I believe. One had the impression that he was hoping for trouble and if he saw a chance would do his best to provoke it.

John was there. I could not like my son John. He was different from the others. Now he was placating his father at every turn, being the dutiful, affectionate son. Surely Henry was not deceived. Oddly enough he seemed to be. It was strange that he who was so shrewd on all other matters should be so blind where his sons were concerned—believing what he wanted to rather than what was blatant fact.

There were meetings. At some of them I was present.

Henry was trying to persuade Richard to give up Aquitaine, and Richard refused. Henry raged and ranted and Richard stood firm.

Henry wanted to distribute the power among his sons, and for that he had to have my agreement. That was why I was there. He did realize that I was of some significance on the Continent. I believed that a certain amount of his troubles there were due to his imprisoning me.

When he asked me to agree to the distribution of his possessions, of which John was to get the larger part, I stubbornly refused my consent.

“Why do you always go against me?” he demanded in exasperation.

“I only go against you when you act foolishly.”

“You are speaking to the King.”

“I am well aware of that for he never lets me forget it. I remember that he has been my jailer for a great many years.”

“And could be for a great many more to come.”

“If it suits his purpose, I have no doubt.”

“Why cannot you listen to reason?”

“Why do you not do the same?”

“I am the King—I make the rules.”

“As we have seen on occasions ... disastrously. Thomas Becket, Archbishop of Canterbury. Was there ever a greater mistake? Yes, one. The crowning of your son in your lifetime. Think about that, Henry Plantagenet, and then ask yourself whether you have always listened to reason.”

“Be silent.”

I bowed my head. The shafts had gone home.

“There is going to be trouble in Aquitaine. They don’t like Richard.”

“Do you think they would like John?”

“They are stupid ridiculous people. They spend their time singing romantic songs. They think that if you were their ruler it would be paradise. Richard will not give up Aquitaine to John. Perhaps he would to you.”

I stared at him.

He did not look at me and went on: “You could spend some time there. Go among them. Let them see you ... how well you have fared in prison. Satisfy their love of romance. I have no doubt they will make up songs about you.”

To go back to Poitiers, to be in my Court again, surrounded by musicians and poets ... long summer evenings out of doors ... the scent of pines and glorious flowers ... long winter evenings around a fire ... laughing, carefree ... beautiful clothes to wear ... he was opening the gates of Paradise.

“Think about it,” he said.

“Yes,” I replied. “I will go.”

And I thought: Aquitaine returned to me and held for Richard.

What could be better?

From Windsor the Court traveled to Winchester.

I had told Richard about the King’s suggestion.

“If Aquitaine is mine, it is as good as yours,” I told him. “He is suggesting that I go there to keep order.”

“Which shows how worried he is. It is quiet for a while but revolt is always there ... ready to break out. He thinks you will have a sobering effect and this is his way of bringing it about.”

“But if it is handed back to me—and that will have to be without double-dealing ... if it is all fair and legal ... I shall go there. I shall be free, Richard. And I shall see that, when I am no more, Aquitaine shall be yours.”

“You are the only one I would give it to.”

“So let us think about it. Let us consider every little detail so that he has no opportunity of cheating us.”

Richard agreed that we must do that.

As for myself, I was in a state of bemused delight. I could hardly believe it was true. After years of resignation to quiet living in Salisbury or Winchester or some such place ... I was to be free.