1 Prologue

Pope Benedict XII – 3rd November 1341

The foundations of The Palais des Papes were firmly embedded in the Rocher des Doms, an outcrop of rock at the northern end of the city of Avignon

Pope Benedict XII had personally supervised the building of the Palais and he was well pleased with the result.

It was a fortress; a symbol of wealth and power, strong enough to protect him from any of his enemies.

It was also the administrative core of the Church of Rome,  providing accommodation for the hundreds of managers and clerical staff, as well as storage for the voluminous paperwork they collected or created, and filed for future reference.

Last, but not least, The Palais was also the Pope’s personal residence, enabling him to live in a splendour which exceeded that of any King.

The chamber in which he now stood, exemplified what he had striven to achieve. A perfectly laid stone floor, wall to wall, uncluttered by furniture. On either side of the stone floor, delicate arches reached upwards to give support, but also to attract the eye, to a colourful, decorated ceiling, apparently giving glimpses of heaven. The chamber was specifically designed to to overawe, perhaps intimidate, anyone who approached his throne.

Pope Benedict had decided, at the specific request of Amaud Littorale, to give an audience to a Dominican monk.
Amaud was Paple Legate for the geographical area between the Pyrenees and the Massif Central,  known variously since Roman times as Septimania, Languedoc or Occitan.

Amaud had convinced the Pope that the monk had information which the Pope should hear first hand.

‘It is true, your Holiness.’

The Pope frowned, walked the full length of the chamber, then returned to the monk, deliberately, slowly.

‘How did you find this out?’ Is she really the heir to the Trencavel estates?’

‘It is no real secret, it is freely talked about.’

‘And her faith?’

‘Well she has been baptised into the Holy Church.’

‘You sound doubtful.

‘Her grandmother is of the de Pedilla family.’

‘Yes?’

‘And her mother is from the Foix family.’

‘Yes?’

‘Holiness, with respect, you were born and educated in that area, you know what it means.’

‘I am asking you.’

The monk gazed at the ground. ‘Almost certainly, she will be educated as a Cathar.

‘And how old is she now?’

‘No more than three years.’

‘A baby! So what causes the interest?’

‘There are a number of major landlords talking up her cause. The Frankish rule has never been popular in Occitan.’

‘And from where did you learn that?’

The monk hesitated. ‘I am aware of your many achievements in eradicating the Cathar faith and eliminating it’s adherents, but now, only twenty years later, the Cathar religion has re-emerged. The heresy is now mixed up with a desire to establish a new state of Occitan.

The monk hesitated. ‘ As a case in point, the seigneur of Mirepoix, Jean de Levis, whom we both know well, is said to have fallen under the influence of his mother, Catelina de Foix, and is supportive of the creation of an independant nation of Occitan. The de Levis were the family which benefited most from the Albigensian Crusade. The lands of Mirepoix were awarded to his family because of his service to the Crusade and yet now, the Cathar Faith is active again across the whole of the south and the lords, including Jean de Levis, do nothing to interfere. I am not saying that Jean is a heretic, but some of his co-conspiritors almost certainly are. There is a secret society called Les Etoiles de la Mer, The Stars of the Sea, which helps their priests come and go at will.’

‘And you can do nothing? The Inquisition can do nothing?

‘We  broke a Cathar cell,’ the monk gulped and stammered uncontrollably.  ‘They, the Cathars, have structured themselves differently. They have established small independent cells which have no contact with other cells. The have what they call Messengers who co-ordinate the cells but the Messengers only contact one person in each cell;  no one in the cells knows the identity of the Messengers. That secrecy is then repeated for the movements of their priests, the Perfects, controlled by a commander, who we believe is part of the Les Etoiles.

‘And, once again, how do you know all this?’

‘From the cell we broke, but we identified neither messengers nor perfects. ‘

Pope Benedict pursed his lip. ‘The messengers are totally independent of the commander?’

‘ Not totally, messengers are summoned to meet the commanders, but the messengers never see the commanders face.’

‘And how is this summons issued?’

‘That is something we do not know. Despite our best efforts, we were unable to get any further information. Several of those we interrogated died under torture.  I have told you everything we discovered.’  The monk sighed, ‘With regard to the summons we assume they must use a system of post boxes, but those post boxes could be anywhere.’

Pope Benedict took a deep breath, he wanted to go no further.

‘Thank you, you may go.’

The monk left, vowing that he would redouble his efforts.

Pope Benedict wasted no time. He summonsed three members of the Curia, the church’s senior administrative apparatus.

Whilst he waited for them to arrive he pursed his lips, ‘And why, Amaud, did you bring the monk to see me? You could have told me all that yourself.’

Amaud smiled. “I believed you would have wanted some corroborating evidence, a second opinion.’

‘Yes, I suppose that was a sensible precaution.’

The Pope greeted the new arrivals and then continued. ‘I never expected to be having this conversation. I was elected Pope on the basis that I had eliminated the Cathar faith, but it would seem that my claim was a little optimistic.’

“I want you now to reactivate all the agents we used when we eliminated what we thought were the last of the Cathar Perfects. We have continued to pay retainers and by now they may be – should be – part of the secret Cathar cells which I believe are being reformed.’

I am going to ask Amaud to lead this initiative, but you all must play your part. In particular I want you to identify and infiltrate an organisation Les Etoiles de la Mer./em>’

Amaud nodded acceptance. In unison,  the remaining  trio muttered ‘Yes, your Holiness.’ They stood to leave but the Pope was not yet finished.

‘Oh! And I want to know everything there is to know about a three-year-old female child, named Ximene Trencavel; the name should be familiar to you.’

‘A baby?’

‘Yes, but not a baby for long. It appears she will be educated as a Cathar and is probably the rightful heir to the Trencavel lands; a potent mix, a very dangerous baby! 

The Pope hesitated. ‘It is not an exaggeration to say that this baby could soon become the most dangerous woman in the world!’

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