128 Even More Serious

‘From what you have told me, Alyse is almost indistinguishable from Ximene and therefore just as attractive! I do not want her left alone with the Prince for any longer than is absolutely necessary. Hurry! Hurry!’

Joan of Kent-21st June 1355

Joan watched John until he had vanished around a bend in the trail. ‘So there he goes, the only citizen of the new Occitan, to join his Queen. Will he become her subject or will he become her lover? Or both? Who knows? I really wish them well.’


The Earl echoed her own thoughts.’Hopefully, they will be well out of reach before Du Gueslin can re-marshall his forces.’

‘Joan frowned. ‘All the threats to Ximene’s life originated with Du Guesclin?’

‘Certain of it.’

‘But with her stand-in, what was her name…Alyse, travelling with us, won’t Du Guesclin be confused?’

‘Possibly. but judging from his presence here, regretfully, I think that ruse has all but failed.’

Joan’s frown deepened. ‘Do you think Du Guesclin himself was here today?’

The Earl smiled grimly. ‘He was here today alright and in flight, he did survive. However, he can have no idea what happened after the battle. If we leave clues there is still a chance he will follow us rather than Ximene. It might give me the opportunity to kill him.’

‘I will not feel entirely safe until you do. But, come, to even more serious matters; we must not waste any time in reuniting with our Prince. Reuniting with my Prince. From what you have told me, Alyse is almost indistinguishable from Ximene and therefore just as attractive! I do not want her left alone with the Prince for any longer than is absolutely necessary. Hurry! Hurry!’

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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.’