120 A Splendid Job

‘It is a calculated insult. There have been wars started for less. It must mean that my assessments of our last discussion with Gaston were wrong and Ximene was right. Anyway, we will have the last laugh. She will leave with us in less than two hours.’

John Stanley-20th June 1355

The guests from outside accessed the upper castle through the hairpin ramp and main entrance at the north end of the pinnacle of rock.

The Prince, the Captal de Buch and Lord James arrived in the early evening. They left their horses at a temporary stable which had been provided at the lower end of the ramp and ascended on foot. The Earl hurried to join them.


Outside in the courtyard, there was a network of ropes and chains The artisans had erected several large candelabra and appeared to be still working on the lighting.


John checked Piers’ uniform and stood patiently as Piers returned the favour. He then picked up a huge metal shield, which had been taken from the walls of Lady Eleanor’s dining room. It was now emblazoned with the lion rampant, the insignia of Aquitaine.

Piers picked up a second shield, now finished in the same way.

John was nervous and not just because there were many unknowns in the plan he had worked on for two weeks. He felt strange wearing the uniform of a Prince’s guard when he was now committed to serving Ximene. Serving Ximene? Perhaps in the eyes of the Joan, the Earl and the Prince. No, it was now a reality. He had represented Ximene’s interests and preferences above those of the Earl. There was no turning back. John tested the massive handle which had been attached to the reverse of his shield by the engineers; immovable!

As they climbed the spiral staircase, John had to change the orientation of his shield to match the profile of the staircase and he knew that Piers must be doing the same thing immediately behind him.


Eventually, John emerged into the bright lights of the great hall with its elegantly shaped but roughly-finished domed roof. The room was absolutely full of people. The scene glittered with light, not just from the candelabra and the table lights but from the jewellery adorning both men and women. The dominant colours of the costumes were black for the men and white for the women, but there were also splashes of red, turquoise and deep blue. Soft background music filled the room but John could not immediately see the musicians. John positioned himself at the right-hand side of the mouth of the stairwell. and adjusted his position to match that of Piers who took his place on the left.

Ximene, Lady Eleanor, Guillam, Catherine de Roet and finally Paon de Roet emerged from the stairwell in single file

Gaston immediately approached, kissed Ximene’s hand and took her away into the centre of the room.

John saw the Earl waving frantically.

‘Come on Piers.’ John worked his way towards the Earl but it was not easy in such a crowded room. A sideways glance told him that Piers was having a similar difficulty.

In the end, the Earl moved towards them. ‘Come with me, pretend to be in attendance to me but the three of us must surround Ximene.

Gaston was presenting Ximene to a very tall, slim man with a pinched face and the most elaborate dress.

They were still some distance away when the Prince cut across their path. ‘How dare he invite Louis of Anjou, tonight is supposed to celebrate my union with Ximene.’

The Earl growled under his breath, ‘It’s his way of announcing that no agreement has yet been finalised. Getting her out of here is not a moment too soon.’

The Prince moved on, his face flushed, his hands clenched by his sides.

John glanced at the Earl. ‘Louis of Anjou?’

The Earl’s eyes narrowed. ‘One of the chief competitors for Ximene’s hand. It is a calculated insult. There have been wars started for less. It must mean that my assessments of our last discussion with Gaston were wrong and Ximene was right. Anyway, we will have the last laugh. She will leave with us in less than two hours.’

At this point, the music raised in both volume and tempo, the smell of food permeated through the hall. Gaston escorted Ximene to the table, with Louis in close attendance. A majordomo took charge of the seating. The Earl swore. John looked at him curiously, he had never heard the Earl swear before.

Even John, with virtually no experience of the implications of seating arrangements, understood the reason for the Earl’s annoyance. The Comte had positioned Louis of Anjou to his right, then Ximene and then the Prince. Surely, considering the occasion the Prince should have been positioned closer to the Comte than Louis!

To the left of the Comte sat his wife, Agnes, beyond her, sat Pierre-Raimon the Compte de Comminges. Beyond him again was Pipa’s parents Paon and Catherine Roet. This choice of seating symbolically separated the Prince from his liegemen. Beyond the Prince to his right sat Lady Eleanor and then Guillam and finally the Earl. Both the Captal and Lord James were isolated on the extreme fringes of the table. Four of the Comte’s guards were centred behind him which effectively pushed John and Piers outwards. John found himself behind Lady Eleanor. The Prince looked over his shoulder to check the final arrangement. John realised that the Prince was trapped there was nothing he could do. He would have had to shout across Ximene and Louis to make a protest to the Comte.


Doubts entered John’s mind. He could not be sure if Gaston knew of the plans for her escape. He noticed that two of the Comtes’ guards had now been placed at the head of the stairwell. His mind whirled.


Each course was brought in as a procession accompanied by a fanfare of trumpets and martial music. Pheasant, baby pig, venison, and duck relentlessly followed each other. During each course jugglers, mummers, acrobats and troubadours performed. The fact that the room was long and narrow, led to some spectacular running acrobatics very close to the table.

During the quieter passages, it was possible for John quite naturally to convey instructions to both Lady Eleanor and Guillam. To a casual observer, it appeared they were discussing the performers.

Immediately the dessert course had been served, Lady Eleanor pronounced herself to be fatigued. No one was surprised when Guillam escorted her from the room. When they passed the guards they attracted no attention whatsoever. It was only a few minutes later, as everyone was looking forward to what was promised as a memorable end of feast entertainment, that a cry went up that there was a fire on the hill.

‘The English camp is on fire.’

‘Come and see.’

‘The soldiers could be trapped.’

Everyone dashed outside to observe the spectacle. There was indeed a raging fire. The Prince called on all his adherents to leave in order to fight the fire. People ran in all directions. In the middle of the confusion, Ximene slipped away down the spiral staircase. John moved along to Pipa’s parents and after a suitable gap indicated that they also should leave. It all seemed to take so long. The guards were so distracted that they hardly noticed them go. John forced himself to count to ten before he signalled to Piers to depart. There was an animated conversation between the guards and Piers but after heart-stopping moments he was allowed to leave. Once more, John counted to ten whilst he walked around the room to approach the steps. He was concerned that because the room was clearing, as more and more people rushed outside, his movement might be noticed. He approached the guards cautiously.

‘Oh, you are another one who’s horse is in the town?’ John nodded. ‘ It will probably be all over by the time you get there.’


John advanced down the first twist of the spiral staircase. At this point he manoeuvred his shield above his head and pulled it down firmly so that it bit into the masonry either side of the stairwell, blocking access. As he did this, Piers met him coming up the stairs with a rope, which was quickly threaded through the handle of the shield. They both then pulled on the free end of the rope until it was tight and tied it off. John knew that the far end of the rope was firmly attached to two large sacks of earth. There was now no way that the shield could be moved from above. Just to be certain, they repeated the process with Pier’s shield a little further down. As they descended the remainder of the stairwell, John noted with satisfaction that all four bags were hanging from the ropes, meaning the full weight of the sacks was holding the shields in position.

As he emerged from the base of the stairwell, he was greeted by a cheery-faced artisan, who he recognised as one of the engineers from the expeditionary force. They ran across to the mouth of the other stairwell. It was completely blocked with the chairs and segments of the tables from the bathing balcony. They were all tied together by a long chain, which had been tightened by hooking a grappling iron fitted to the end of the chain through a huge staple, which had been installed halfway down the stairwell, late in the afternoon. The whole cascade had then been pulled tight against a complete table which had been placed across the top of the stairwell. The chain had been tied off around the table legs. The result was that to come up the stairway, guards would have to hack their way through a ten-foot maze of substantial wooden sections.

They ran to the edge of the courtyard. Overhead the network of ropes from which hung the candelabra now carried a structure hanging over the wall of the courtyard. Out of the darkness, a platform with ladders below it appeared over the wall lifted by a traction system mounted on the structure. A second artisan pulled the platform into the wall using one of the overhead rope assemblies. He triumphantly tied it off and announced that the steps he had created were safer than the spiral staircases. And so it proved. The access ladders were all enclosed in frameworks and the bottom of each frame was boarded, providing both stiffnesses to the structure and a landing for those using the steps.

The small group descended to the banks of the river without any difficulty and were mounting their horses nearly a tenth of a league away when they heard shouts of greater urgency coming from the castle. They rode as quickly as they could alongside the walls of the town and crossed the bridge over the Ariège. Once over the bridge, they rode into the trees to await the arrival of the Prince. They had not long to wait. In the dead of night, they felt as well as heard the approach of two hundred riders.


The Prince was at the column’s head. He stopped only to ask John if Ximene was safe and to look back at the Château, now silhouetted by the light from the burning camp. ‘We did a good job of building the bonfire,’ he muttered to John ‘and you did a splendid job of everything else.’

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Extract from The Prisoner of Foix--Chapter 43 -The EntranceNo need to buy a Kindle. Read it on your computer or tablet

John Stanley-26th April 1355

 

'Looks like we are going to see a bit of excitement, John. The Captain tried to get an agreement from the Prince that if there is surf running across the channel to Arcachon we will turn back to Bordeaux, but the Prince would hear none of it. Instead, he has offered to provide insurance for all three ships. If they are damaged or sunk, the owners will be compensated and every sailor who makes the passage will be given a bounty payment. What none of this seems to take into account is that if we sink in rough, fast-flowing waters we might all drown.'

John raised his eyebrows. 'But that is what we are going to do?'

'Yes, despite the fact that surf running accross the entrance is not uncommon and the deep water channel moves continually. In the end, the Prince attacked their captains on their weakest point, their professional pride! He threw down the gauntlet. He offered to take the Sally first through the channel, and to take control during the passage.' He raised his brow. 'We are going into the Bay of Arcachon, come what may! '

Extract from The Eagle of Carcassone -- Chapter 24-- A Real GoddessNo need to buy a Kindle. Read it on your computer or tablet

John Stanley - 22 July 1355

An hour later John walked with Ximene close to the river along the valley below St Feriole. It was the very essence of a summer’s day. The sun was fierce but in the shadow of the trees, it was cool and fragrant. The trees and shrubs along the riverbank hid their progress, from the Château, from St Feriole.

Eventually they reached a point where John thought it was safe to emerge from cover. To his satisfaction the stream extended into a pool with a sandy beach, shaded by trees. Where the stream entered the pool there was a flat grassy area, almost circular. Behind this, the bulk of two mountain ridges provided a splendid backdrop. He looked around once more ‘Not just a good training ground but a great training ground. If the Greek heroes knew about this they might be tempted to join me, to train with me’

Ximene laughed out loud. He turned to look at her. She had removed her outer clothes and was wearing a white chemise, cut short so that it barely reached her knees. Around her waist, she wore a plaited leather belt, obviously fashioned from the multitude of leather straps to be found in the tackle room.

She ran her hands down over her breasts. ‘When you were unconscious I heard you muttering about gods and goddesses, so  I have decided that from now on, for you, I will be the goddess.’

The Prisoner of FoixVol 1 of the series—The Treasure of Trencavel

Aquitaine, an English possession, is in crisis. It is under threat from neighbouring nations and internal dissension.

The Black Prince, King Edward III’s eldest son has been given the task of taking command in Aquitaine.

Suddenly there is an opportunity. Ximene Trencavel is the heiress to the lands of Occitan, to the east of Aquitaine: lands controlled by the Franks. Ximene wants independence, both for herself and for Occitan.

A union between Aquitaine and Occitan would be mutually beneficial. The Black Prince undertakes a secret journey to meet Ximene to negotiate a marriage contract. It is, however, a marriage neither of them really wants.

Meanwhile, the  Franks plot to murder Ximene to prevent ,not just the marriage, but any kind of union between England and Occitan.

The Eagle Of CarcassonneVol II of the series—The Treasure of Trencavel

The loose alliance between Ximene Trencavel and the Black Prince is under threat.

The Prince invades Occitan, to show his support for Ximene but it becomes an invasion which creates more problems than it solves.

The Prince has fallen hopelessly in love with Joan of Kent and Joan is now determined to marry him and become the next Queen of England.

Joan is therefore  determined to convince Ximene that she should not marry the Prince.

Part of her strategy is to encourage Ximene’s relationship with John Stanley—one of the Princes bodyguards—not an easy task as both John and Ximene have doubts about their compatibility.

However, John is grievously injured in a battle and Ximene commits herself to nurse him back to health.