2.5: The Bishop, The Knight, and The Boy: Redux
The fire was lit in the hall at the bishop's palace. It was late at night, and Adalbert sat with Benoît. Beside them both, supported on a bed of linen, was Henri. He had fallen on the track after Benoît had told him to run, and had hit his head badly. Benoît had a physician tending to him, and monks had arrived. They stood respectfully out of the way and prayed solemnly. A herald entered.
Contemporary monks in prayer.
"His lordship, Herbert IV, Comte de Vermandois." Herbert entered as the herald - a stocky lad with a full face - bowed out.
"My lord." Benoît stood and addressed his liege and friend. The two men stood opposite each other. Herbert let an unconvincing smile slip onto his face. Benoît's solemnity betrayed his pleasant expression. Adalbert was on his feet as well. He gave his lord a small Roman salute, acknowledged by Herbert with a nod.
"Why did I ever trust you with this, eh?" Herbert tried to lighten the mood with a small jest, but it was met only with courteous smiles. Every man in the room that night knew how serious the situation was.
"Sire, if I may-" Benoît began.
"Not now, my friend, there are more important things at hand." Herbert, sensing his friend was going to talk to him about their plans, silenced his bishop with pursed lips. He looked over to the young lad on the bed and sighed. "Recover well my lad, God Speed." He let out a subdued smile, "we could make a fine diplomat of you yet." Herbert knew little of the lad laid defenceless in front of him. Benoît had sometimes mentioned him in his letters, and he had, of course, met the boy when the guardianship contract had been agreed, but he knew little else.
"My lord," Adalbert spoke quietly, but with purpose, "has a messenger been sent to his father?"
"Not to my knowledge." Herbert knew what his knight was about to say, "but you have travelled far enough tonight, my friend. Get some rest and I shall find someone to do it on the morrow. Now is not the time." Adalbert nodded and returned to his seat by the fire, silently relieved that he would have an opportunity to rest.
Benoît got up.
"I think now would be a good time for me to retire. The boy is in more than capable hands." Herbert nodded his agreement and bade his chancellor a good night, watching as the monks followed him out. Soon, the physician took Henri and left, leaving Herbert alone with Adalbert.
The count walked over to the fire and sat where Benoît had been. He sat opposite Adalbert - in silence at first, the two men staring into the roaring fire. Herbert was first to break the silence.
"There is talk of war in the south."
"My lord?" Adalbert was evidently slightly taken aback by the observation.
"The duke of Burgundy. I have heard rumours that he is looking to revolt. It isn't exactly a secret how he dislikes Philippe."
The seal of Robert of Burgundy.
"I see what you mean. I have a feeling you may be right." Adalbert answered matter of factly, looking distracted.
"Adalbert, I sense you are troubled. Talk to me, friend. What ails you?" Herbert lowered his tone and looked at his friend opposite him. Adalbert was his best knight. Herbert had offered him the position of Lord Marshall, but he had declined - focusing instead on being loyal to his friend in other ways. He was well set - unusually tall, and was not unattractive, with dark hair sweeping down to his shoulders.
"Herbert," Adalbert was one of the few people who called the count by his first name, "I feel as if I am in some way responsible for all of this. You trusted me to deliver the message to Benoît safely. I did so, but then Benoît was not safe himself! When I got to Laon and there was no one about, did I go and see if anything was happening? No. I stayed put and waited for Benoît." Adalbert was close to tears at this point. He knew his strengths, and made it his duty to protect those who were not as martially able as he was. For Herbert, it was a strange sight. His friend was usually so composed.
"Adalbert. Don't be a fool! How can this be your fault. You did what was asked of you, and for that we are all grateful. None of us could have foreseen this, this foul play. Don't feel you are responsible. Besides, for a man of the cloth, Benoît is quite handy for a sword." Hearing this made the knight smile. He let out a laugh, and soon the two men were laughing together - completely satisfied with each other's company.
Chapter Five
Part two, again taken from the collated and transcribed works of Raymond de Compiègne. My thanks go again to the staff at the University of Paris for their assistance in my research.
"The God who equipped me with strength and made my way blameless. He made my feet like the feet of a deer and set me secure on the heights. He trained my hands for war so that my arms can bend a bow of bronze." - Psalm 18:32-34
The fire was lit in the hall at the bishop's palace. It was late at night, and Adalbert sat with Benoît. Beside them both, supported on a bed of linen, was Henri. He had fallen on the track after Benoît had told him to run, and had hit his head badly. Benoît had a physician tending to him, and monks had arrived. They stood respectfully out of the way and prayed solemnly. A herald entered.
Contemporary monks in prayer.
"His lordship, Herbert IV, Comte de Vermandois." Herbert entered as the herald - a stocky lad with a full face - bowed out.
"My lord." Benoît stood and addressed his liege and friend. The two men stood opposite each other. Herbert let an unconvincing smile slip onto his face. Benoît's solemnity betrayed his pleasant expression. Adalbert was on his feet as well. He gave his lord a small Roman salute, acknowledged by Herbert with a nod.
"Why did I ever trust you with this, eh?" Herbert tried to lighten the mood with a small jest, but it was met only with courteous smiles. Every man in the room that night knew how serious the situation was.
"Sire, if I may-" Benoît began.
"Not now, my friend, there are more important things at hand." Herbert, sensing his friend was going to talk to him about their plans, silenced his bishop with pursed lips. He looked over to the young lad on the bed and sighed. "Recover well my lad, God Speed." He let out a subdued smile, "we could make a fine diplomat of you yet." Herbert knew little of the lad laid defenceless in front of him. Benoît had sometimes mentioned him in his letters, and he had, of course, met the boy when the guardianship contract had been agreed, but he knew little else.
"My lord," Adalbert spoke quietly, but with purpose, "has a messenger been sent to his father?"
"Not to my knowledge." Herbert knew what his knight was about to say, "but you have travelled far enough tonight, my friend. Get some rest and I shall find someone to do it on the morrow. Now is not the time." Adalbert nodded and returned to his seat by the fire, silently relieved that he would have an opportunity to rest.
Benoît got up.
"I think now would be a good time for me to retire. The boy is in more than capable hands." Herbert nodded his agreement and bade his chancellor a good night, watching as the monks followed him out. Soon, the physician took Henri and left, leaving Herbert alone with Adalbert.
The count walked over to the fire and sat where Benoît had been. He sat opposite Adalbert - in silence at first, the two men staring into the roaring fire. Herbert was first to break the silence.
"There is talk of war in the south."
"My lord?" Adalbert was evidently slightly taken aback by the observation.
"The duke of Burgundy. I have heard rumours that he is looking to revolt. It isn't exactly a secret how he dislikes Philippe."
The seal of Robert of Burgundy.
"I see what you mean. I have a feeling you may be right." Adalbert answered matter of factly, looking distracted.
"Adalbert, I sense you are troubled. Talk to me, friend. What ails you?" Herbert lowered his tone and looked at his friend opposite him. Adalbert was his best knight. Herbert had offered him the position of Lord Marshall, but he had declined - focusing instead on being loyal to his friend in other ways. He was well set - unusually tall, and was not unattractive, with dark hair sweeping down to his shoulders.
"Herbert," Adalbert was one of the few people who called the count by his first name, "I feel as if I am in some way responsible for all of this. You trusted me to deliver the message to Benoît safely. I did so, but then Benoît was not safe himself! When I got to Laon and there was no one about, did I go and see if anything was happening? No. I stayed put and waited for Benoît." Adalbert was close to tears at this point. He knew his strengths, and made it his duty to protect those who were not as martially able as he was. For Herbert, it was a strange sight. His friend was usually so composed.
"Adalbert. Don't be a fool! How can this be your fault. You did what was asked of you, and for that we are all grateful. None of us could have foreseen this, this foul play. Don't feel you are responsible. Besides, for a man of the cloth, Benoît is quite handy for a sword." Hearing this made the knight smile. He let out a laugh, and soon the two men were laughing together - completely satisfied with each other's company.
To be continued very soon...
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