Before Plantagenet - Chapter 96
December 1098 - Anjou, France
The morning sun filtered in through a window. It warm - warmer than waited outside. But not as comfortable as what remained for her in bed.
The heat from her lover, arms wrapped around her, had done the trick during the cold night, long after the fires within the room had burnt out.
But this too, like that flames, had to come to an end. At least for now.
Agnes d’Anjou slipped from Cedric’s normally strong grip, lax now because he blissfully dreamed. Of her, she wondered?
She smirked. Who else would he dream of?
However, outside his embrace brought an immediate reminder of the world cold realities - literally in this case as Agnes nearly yelped as her bare feet hit the floor.
Frigid.
She scrambled to grab her dress and get it on quickly. A simple thing, specifically so she would not attract extra eyes upon her, would not be enough on it’s own, but once she got her cloak on and started moving, she would be all right.
“In a rush?”
Agnes slid her dress over her head and pulled it down before looking toward the young, strapping man in the bed.
“It is cold,” Agnes said.
“I know. That is why I woke when you no longer kept me warm,” he replied.
“Then you would be wise to find your clothes,” she said.
“I would rather other ways to stay warm,” he told her, his lips forming a sly smile.
Agnes rolled her eyes. But she could not resist a smile in reply.
Cedric was eager - hardly a shock. He had the energies of a stallion and perhaps the strength of one. He was, after all, the barrell-chested son of a blacksmith. And he was still relatively young - only nearing his 20th summer.
Hard in body, but boyish in face - a perfect lover, she thought.
Feeling the cold, yet a certain heat from elsewhere, she smiled at him and tossed off her dress once more, before rejoining him in bed. The feeling of warmth from his breath on his neck was followed by his lips on her skin, working their way down...
The door suddenly flung open. Agnes jumped and scrambled to cover herself with her sheet. Cedric nearly fell out of the bed entirely.
Alearde, stone-faced as she stood by the the now-closed door behind her, looked to her: “My lady. You have a busy day ahead. We must go.”
Agnes relaxed. It was always unlikely to be anyone else. After all, they were in this room because of Alearde - she had set this up so that Agnes could see her lover discreetly - away from the prying eyes of those in the keep.
In fact, this whole relationship would not exist without her.
Still unmarried, Agnes had attempted to simply deny her own needs since her disastrous affair with her cousin Gilles. She could not, and would not, dare risk another illicit affair and the potential for another bastard.
But that had grown increasingly difficult. Alearde told her it was not uncommon for women her age to have an increase in their desires, and that if necessary, she could instruct her on how to have a relationship while minimizing the risks involved.
At first, Agnes had resisted. But a chance meeting when she toured the castle town in Angers had introduced her to Cedric, and she found herself unable to think of anything else but him for days. When she confided in Alearde, the older woman had told her the young son of the blacksmith would make for a perfect lover - one who would be grateful for the attention and unlikely to grow too bold in his demands.
That was over a year ago. And it had been as Alearde had predicted - Cedric was quite devoted, and quite fun. And the concoctions she had given Agnes to lower the chances of a child being conceived, combined with Agnes rarely ever allowing Cedric to finish his business inside of her, had done the trick.
It was a good thing too - the stress of handling the affairs of the duchy left her needing of relief, and distraction.
Alearde’s stern gaze, reflective of an older sister, reminded Agnes the time for that was now past and it was time to return to the real world of the keep. An important council meeting was to take place in the afternoon, and Agnes needed to look and be at her best.
Cedric knew not to argue with Alearde either. He frowned, but did not protest further.
Agnes gave him a deep kiss, then pulled away once more and was handed her dress by Alearde. Within minutes she had herself fully dressed, cloaked, for secrecy and warmth, and bid her frowning lover goodbye with a blown kiss.
The villagers were out already, which wasn’t surprising. There was less light to do tasks, and everything had to be condensed. The two women kept their profile low, which was easier to do on a cold day since it was not out of the ordinary for people to be covered to stay warm and to move quickly in their tasks.
As was usually the case on this trip back to the keep, Alearde explained the business of the day.
“The servants are preparing your bath already,” Alearde said. “It should be ready for when you arrive.”
Just the thought of the warm water against her skin made Agnes feel momentary relief, until the realities of the air around her made her pace quicken further.
The bath would be the start though. She had to look and feel her best for this meeting today. Her proposition was bold, and some would say inappropriate for her to suggest. But she knew it was necessary for her family’s security.
“Is everything being prepared for today?” Agnes asked.
“Most should be ready,” Alearde said. “Etiennette needs a strong hand to guide her, but once pushed in the right direction, does her job well enough.”
“Good,” Agnes replied. “Is there anything else I should know?”
“There is one more thing,” Alearde said. “You will have a guest joining you for your bath.”
……
She was stunning.
It amazed Agnes that Haldora could be so pretty given her situation. The weariness of Anjou had drained her energies, but the only sign of blemish on her body was the marks left behind by the two children she had carried.
And if anything, the cold enhanced her pale features, bringing a rosiness to her cheeks and providing contrast to her short, blonde hair and blue eyes.
For the life of her, Agnes did not understand how her father did not find the duchess desirable, but it was clear he did not, given he usually bedded Etiennette over her. And he did not take her with him to Melun this time either.
Of course, that her stepmother was younger than she was also may have played a factor in the insecurity Agnes felt around her.
Thankfully, there really was not anyone present to see it. Since the two wooden tubs had been filled already, each woman had been accompanied by just one other - Alearde for Agnes and Helie, Chancellor Godfrey’s wife, for Haldora.
Haldora stepped into the tub and sank her body beneath the steaming waters of the tub with some hesitation as she adjusted to the temperature, but eventually submerged herself completely, before bobbing her head out and eventually propping herself against the wood.
She faced Agnes, who had already been in the water for a few minutes when the duchess arrived.
“Where I am from, they have springs that are this warm,” Haldora said. “You do not need to heat the water like here. It is just… there.”
“Even in the winter?” Agnes asked.
“It is
very nice in the winter,” Haldora said with a small smile. “There can be snow on the ground the water is hot like this.”
“That sounds wonderful,” Agnes cooed. “I would like to see it, one day.”
“You say that until you learn you will because you have been given to a northman as a wife,” Haldora said.
Agnes raised a brow. She was uncertain of Haldora said it in jest, a vague threat or if it was a roundabout way of complaining about her own situation, being torn from her life and sent here. The duchess only gave a slight smile to follow up.
“I was surprised you wished to speak with me, my lady,” Agnes said. “And that it was of import.”
“Why are you surprised?” Haldora asked. “And you need not pretend to as if you do not rule over me here, even as your father sits in Melun. It is no secret he has let you oversee this place over his lawful wife.”
Agnes was somewhat surprised by the frankness by with the lady spoke. Perhaps it was her Norse blood - the Vikings from the tales were rather direct with their demands. Or perhaps she just lacked command of the language to be eloquent.
“You still command respect, my lady,” Agnes replied.
Haldora rolled her eyes. “You need not call me lady. Your father
respects me by acknowledging that he sired a bastard with your lady. And then does so further by parading around Melun with his teenage whore, whose belly is great with child. And he does this despite me doing all that a wife should, and giving him a healthy son as our first child together.
Respect.”
She dipped her head into the water and appeared to shout something. Agnes could not make out the sound, but a torrent of bubbles floated to the surface.
When Haldora’s head again emerged, Agnes looked to her. “Regardless of my father’s… actions, you are the duchess. And a princess to your people.”
“My father is dead, and my brothers likely look at me with suspicion that I eye their lands, though I do not,” Haldora said. “And I am duchess in name. But it is you who rules Anjou now, not me.”
Agnes replied with a slight nod. She did not know how to do anything beyond that. Haldora was right - she held little say over anything in the duchy.
And of course, that had been by design. Agnes and Geoffrey had worked hard to secure her place. Etiennette’s placement as Foulques’ lover had been more of that effort to gain influence - though her friend was more than happy to take part, as she believed herself to have poor marriage prospects prior.
That it had affected Haldora this much… was something Agnes had preferred not to think about.
Of course, she had no say over her father’s choice of lovers in Melun. She would have preferred he didn’t begin this rumoured affair with Ness. The girl hated her as much as her sister Marguerite did. The last thing Agnes needed was for her to gain influence.
Still, that she helped encourage her father to take Etiennette over Haldora had perhaps started this mess. And it left her feeling a hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach.
“What do you need of me then?” Agnes asked.
“I asked your father… the last time I saw him, if he still slept with your lady,” Haldora said. “He told me he did not. Do you know if he lies to me?”
He did. And Agnes knew it, since Etiennette had told her as much. But she dared not say anything here.
“I… I cannot say, my lady,” Agnes said.
“I told you DO NOT CALL ME MY LADY!” Haldora snapped. “It is as much a lie as what spews from your father’s mouth!”
Haldora suddenly grimaced and turned away from Agnes for a moment. When she turned back to Agnes, her face appeared remorseful.
“Forgive my outburst,” Haldora said. “You only mean… respect.”
“It is forgiven, my… my…” Agnes stammered. She had no idea what exactly to call her. “Princess? You are still that.”
“But I am not your princess,” Haldora said. “I am to my people, but not you, or yours.”
“Then I shall not call you ‘my princess’ but simply ‘princess,’” Agnes said. “It is true regardless of where you are.”
Haldora was silent for a moment, but eventually replied with a nod and slight smile.
“That will do fine,” she said.
“Good. Then princess, what do you need my help with?” Agnes asked.
“I need someone to speak to your father on my behalf,” Haldora said. “Someone who will… help him understand that I am doing all that I can as a wife. And that he hurts me by choosing to continue his affairs like this.”
“Why… why do you come to me with this?” Agnes asked.
“Because, I do not think a man will understand,” Haldora said. “But you… I know you suffered once as well. Not by him, but by… your cousin, is it?”
Agnes nodded. “Yes… but what do you think I can do?”
“I do not know if your father respects any woman he beds,” Haldora admitted. “Me, his two whore lovers. Or any other woman for that matter. But… you, you are the one exception.”
“I… I do not know if that is true,” Agnes said.
“It is true,” Haldora said. “You sit where you are now because it is true.”
“You flatter me, my… excuse me, princess,” Agnes said.
“I do not know if you play dumb to appear humble,” Haldora said. “Or if you do it because you do not truly believe you have much sway with him. It does not matter. I ask this of you because… because I would hope you understand my plight. And there are few others here who would, and may care.”
Agnes’s gaze fell away from her stepmother.
Part of her wished to admit the truth - that she had aided in limiting Haldora’s influence. Another part wished to climb out of her tub and hop into Haldora’s to console her. And another just felt helpless - her father might respect her, but on matters like this she doubted he would listen.
“I will do what I can,” Agnes replied.
“Thank you for that,” Haldora said.
The Princess of Norway leaned back against the wood of her tub once, more closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.
“This, these smells, the scent of flowers in the water, this is the one thing that we do not have in our springs,” she said as a smile came to her face.
Agnes did not reply. She just closed her eyes, embraced the warmth of the water around her and tried to relax herself once more.
….
A few hours later, Agnes stood in the strategy hall, knowing there would no soothing her nerves now.
Her dress, like her, had been washed in scented water. Her hair had been tied up neatly - as she remembered her mother doing for important council meetings she would attend by herself.
In fact much of how she told herself how to look and behave came from those memories. Beatritz was not the most aggressive woman - nor was she one to forget her place. But she knew how to oversee, and she knew how to manage.
Agnes knew how to talk. She hoped that with her mother’s appearance and her own words, it would be enough.
She looked to Marshal Nominoe, the Breton who had been selected to replace Leon, after the old marshal had finally succumbed to age.
“Marshal,” Agnes began, “What news do you bring on the conflict?”
The chancellor pointed to the map on the large table they all stood around. He pointed Anjou.
“The good news, my lady, is the fighting all takes place away from the lands of Anjou,” he said. “The rebel armies focus their efforts on Normandy, Gilles in Rouen and Champagne in Evreux. Meanwhile, the rebellion against Alberic continues, but to the east, near Bourbon.”
“Then we have been spared once more it appears,” Bishop Hildebert said. “Thank God.”
“What are the strengths of the armies?” Agnes asked.
“Champagne’s forces remain below 2000,” the marshal said. “But Gilles looks to be around 4000 as they terrorize the king’s territories in Normandy.”
Agnes looked toward the map. She scanned around the room before saying. “Duke Gilles gains an upper hand. Does the king bring his forces back from Mallorca?”
Nominoe shook his head. “If he does, it will be news to me.”
Agnes rolled her eyes. Her father had complained of this strategy when he visited Anjou in the summer. The king wished to strike at Mallorca, which provided a third of Gilles’ forces, while it was unguarded. Foulques had wished for them to remain close at hand, raiding Berry, even if they lacked the strength to fully face Gilles’ forces in battle.
In the end, Foulques had not won out. But at least, he reasoned, he was not being sent to Mallorca with them - that fell to Mayor Odo.
While it was strange to hear her father be relieved at not being asked to lead an army, she understood not wishing to be sent to a small island in the Mediterranean. Though she also heard it was because her father had found other means to distract himself - his new lover.
But her father’s distraction and the king’s foolishness did not change the reality - Gilles appeared to be on the verge of seizing the northern part of the realm for himself. Doing so would go a long way toward tilting the balance of the conflict in his favor.
An unacceptable outcome.
“We cannot allow my cousin to win his war,” Agnes told the council.
“My lady,” the marshal began, “is that not the king’s problem more than ours?”
“It is both of our problems,” Agnes said. “Champagne has been a friend of my father. I do not worry much if he wins.
“But Duke Gilles has long been an adversary of this family. He desires Tours, and believes my father has wronged him. Should he win, he would place on the throne my uncle, who believes he has claim to Anjou over my father through my grandmother.”
The marshal and the bishop did not appear convinced.
“Do you find fault with what I say?” Agnes asked.
“My lady… while I understand your concern,” the bishop began, “the duke has made no aggressive stance toward us. He speaks merely of wishing change to the realm over tyranny. And… he does have a point.”
“I see,” Agnes said. “Is that all?”
“You are hardly an unbiased party either,” the bishop added. “Given your past indiscretions.”
“My past indiscretions give me unique light into how my cousin plays,” Agnes said. “He speaks of love and peace, only to turn on you when he has gotten what he needs. You may ask any number of women in this realm - or their lordly fathers or husbands - of that fact.”
“This is different,” the bishop said.
“No, I assure you, it is not,” Agnes said. “The man seeks to turn over the realm with another man who holds claims to my father’s lands. And you insist that is benign? I wonder, what would my father say to that?”
“And I wonder what would your father say to you declaring war in
his name?” the bishop replied. “And the lives that may be lost so you may have revenge for
your indiscretions.”
“I declare no such war,” Agnes said. “But I will take this to him, and argue it before him in Melun. I wish to do so with the council behind me.”
“You ask a great deal,” the bishop said.
“I ask that you see the situation, and understand the danger it poses to Anjou,” Agnes replied. “And understand that I risk lives now of knights sworn to fight for my father’s honor, rather than sacrifice the lives of the people of Anjou when the war to seize the duchy from my father comes here.”
“You fear-monger,” the bishop said.
“Do you wish to stake the lives of the people of Anjou to that, father?” Agnes demanded.
The bishop was silent. Agnes turned to Mayor Guilhem, her father’s longest-serving advisor.
“Mayor Guilhem, will you support my call to raise our levies to fight against Duke Gilles rebellion?”
The old steward gave a look around the room before lowering his head. “I have always defended your father. From our time in Tours when he was but a count, to now. I will not abandon his family now. You have my support, my lady.”
Agnes restrained her smile, responding with a nod. She looked to the chancellor. “Chancellor Godfrey, what say you?”
“You are a woman,” Godfrey said. Then he too lowered his head. “And you do have personal stake in such matter. A bias.”
He paused, then picked his head up.
“But your bias may not be misplaced. I have heard firsthand of Gilles’ actions across the realm. He is not to be trusted. And if Simon were to become king, while I do not think he would be capable of pursuing his claim against us, Gilles will do so for him. And there will be enough dukes in the realm who see the gains the House of Anjou have made and wish to see it weakened. Therefore, I agree with your call, my lady. Take it to your father with my support as well.”
Agnes could not resist the smile this time. She was surprised at how good the chancellor’s speech sounded.
She turned to the spymaster, Julian of Guerande. “What say you?”
“I do not trust Duke Gilles,” he said. “It is not your place to make this decision, however.”
“Then I will tell my father that,” Agnes said. “My first priority is Anjou. My reputation is nothing compared to that.”
“How will I know this will be made clear to him?” Julien demanded.
“The chancellor will accompany me,” Agnes said. “You too, if you wish.”
“My duties keep me here,” Julien said. “But if my concerns are heard, then I have no objections.”
Annoying, but acceptable, she reasoned. “What of you, marshal?”
“I too, have issues with how this was raised,” the marshal said. “But I will go along with it, as Mayor Julien has, if those concerns are made clear to the duke.”
“And what of you, father?” Agnes asked the bishop.
“I do not approve,” the bishop said. “I think you overstep your bounds and do this for your own base desires.”
Agnes pursed her lips. She wished to chastise Hildebert. But she knew she could not. She had to be humble and accept this. In the end, he would likely be the man her father listened to the least. She had Guilhem and Godfrey on her side -
that would be enough.
“You are entitled to your opinion,” Agnes said. “The chancellor will make it clear to my father you feel this way.”
“I…” the bishop began.
“Yes?”
He shook his head and fell silent. Agnes then looked to the rest of the council.
“Then it is agreed,” she said. “The council supports action against Duke Gilles, though there are objections based on… that it was I who brought it forward.”
There was no response.
“If that is all the business for the day,” Agnes said. “Then this meeting is adjourned.”
The council members vacated the room with Agnes being the last to depart. However when she returned to her chambers, Godfrey and Guilhem were present. That was no surprise - there were already four cups laid out for wine with the men holding two of them.
“Well done, my lady,” Guilhem said as he handed Agnes hers.
Agnes smiled and sighed. “My stomach is just now beginning to settle. It was a close run there. I did not know if the Marshal Nominoe and our spymaster would go along with it. Your speech helped, chancellor.”
“Some do not see the idea what it is,” Godfrey said. “Rather, they see who it comes from. It was necessary to allay those concerns. We all played our parts well.”
“Then there is nothing more to do than take this to my father,” Agnes said. “Have you started the preparations, Guilhem?”
“I have, my lady,” Guilhem said. “Herve prepares the knights for the journey. And I have others preparing horses and materials for you and your ladies.”
“Excellent,” Agnes said. “I thank you for your assistance in this matter, sir. In all of these matters.”
“It is my pleasure, my dear,” Guilhem said. “You do your father proud.”
Agnes blushed. Guilhem was like an old uncle at this point. He had not been directly involved in her life like Alearde had been, but she had known him for as long as she could remember. The man, never married, always did his part for her father, and when asked, her brother and now her. Quietly, and often behind the scenes, but none of them could have made it this far without him.
“And thank you as well chancellor,” Agnes said. “I’m certain your presence with me will only help further our cause.”
Godfrey nodded. “Your father will listen to you regardless my lady. But if it helps things move along, it is my pleasure.”
“Thank you gentlemen,” Agnes said. “We will speak again before setting out.”
The pair bowed before her and exited the chamber. In their place Alearde slipped in, along with Beatrice.
Agnes’ daughter was now past 11 summers. She was fast becoming a young woman herself. A girl who many said looked just like her mother, Agnes was beginning to see it now.
However, she saw less of Beatrice than she used to. The girl needed to learn how to become a proper lady and Alearde was better at showing such tasks. Beatritz would have been disappointed to know her daughter wasn’t as capable as passing those habits on, but at least after years of practice, Agnes had gotten better at it. Or, at least, she had grown competent enough to fake it.
In addition to being taught by Alearde, Beatrice had also begun to work among Duchess Haldora’s ladies. Haldora seemed to approve of it, though Agnes suspected it was because, as Foulques granddaughter, Beatrice would never be the target of his affections.
“Did I hear that right, mother?” she asked. “Are you going on a journey?”
Agnes raised her brow, then looked toward Alearde. “The door was closed.”
Alearde placed her hand on Beatrice’s shoulder. “When you listen into a conversation, you must be much better at directing where you want the ensuing talk to go. Even with your mother.”
Beatrice blushed. “I’m sorry Alearde.”
“No, you must apologize to your mother for snooping,” Alearde replied.
“Sorry mother,” Beatrice said.
Alearde chuckled and gave her daughter a hug.
“May I come, mother?” Beatrice asked. “I would like to meet the king and queen.”
Agnes shook her head. “Perhaps if it were summer. But it is too dangerous now in winter.”
“But… you go,” Beatrice said.
“Yes, because your grandfather has entrusted me with a duty,” Agnes said. “One I must fulfill. And you have duties now too - did you even ask the duchess if you could leave?”
Beatrice lowered her head. “No, mother.”
“Not this time, my dear,” Agnes said. “Perhaps if I must go again.”
Beatrice sighed. “Is Bella going?”
Bella - Agnes’ bastard sister by Alearde. The girl was just a little older than Beatrice and the two seemed to hate one another, despite technically being aunt and niece and the best efforts of Agnes and Alearde. And, with Bella being integrated into Agnes’ ladies, she would be going as well. Predictably, Beatrice did not like that.
“It’s not fair!” she moaned.
“She is a member of my ladies,” Agnes said. “If the duchess goes to Melun, then I imagine you will go.”
“The duchess is
never going to go to Melun,” Beatrice said.
Agnes glanced at Alearde. Both women knew she was likely correct in that assessment.
“It is the way of things,” Alearde said. “Now, it is rude to question your mother. Apologize.”
Beatrice frowned and said sheepishly: “Sorry mother.”
“Go find Etiennette and she that she is readying herself for this journey,” Alearde ordered.
Beatrice nodded and shuffled out of the room, her shoulders slumped. Agnes shook her head as she poured Alearde some wine in the empty cup remaining.
“She has quite the defiant streak in her,” Agnes said.
“No more so than you,” Alearde said as she took the cup. “Or do I need you to remind you of this morning?”
“You mean finding me in the room you arranged?” Agnes asked.
Alearde smirked. “Because I know better than to fight a defiant lady. I guide you where I can.”
Agnes chuckled. “And I am quite thankful for that. Without you, I do not think any of this would have been possible.”
“As I said, I guide,” Alearde said. “Your talents make this possible. Both you and your brother - you both are quite good with people. All you require is confidence, and focus.”
“Which is to say, all we needed was our older sister to aid us,” Agnes said.
“My lady, your lordly brother would object most fiercely if you were to call me your sister in his presence,” Alearde said.
She began to chuckle, and Agnes joined her with a full-on laugh. The two clanged their cups together and drank.