36 — The People’s Champion

Alyse Perez de Pedilla – 15th August 1355

There were a large number of hostelries along the waterfront in Bordeaux. They varied both in the type and quality of the services they offered. “Le Golfe de Gascogne” was the most exclusive. The accommodation was generally for a suite of rooms rather than for a single room and the restaurant was renowned for the inventiveness of its menu. Its reputation was enhanced by its clientele. The most successful merchants and vintners, and the masters of the biggest ships all patronised Le Golfe, but perhaps, more importantly, it was the venue where the overflow from the court of Aquitaine conducted their business.

Because of his association with Alyse, Juan had been found a single room at Le Golfe, admittedly at the rear of the establishment. Alyse was pleased as the rear entrance offered a degree of anonymity which could never have been afforded by entry through the front foyer.

The small single room was somewhat crowded. Juan moved himself to a stool in a corner leaving centre stage to Piers de Windsor, who sat at a small table facing Alyse.

Piers lifted his eyebrows in an invitation to Alyse to speak.

Alyse cleared her throat and winked. ‘I don’t think anyone in Bordeaux knows that we have a relationship. Hmm, we would like to have relationship if we got time to initiate one. However, because I am supposed to be the next Queen of England I am not supposed to see any men. You are a man.’

Piers grinned. “Glad you had noticed that.’

Alyse ignored the interruption. I am using my visit to my brother as a cover. You just happened to be here. I was surprised to find you here. Three of my guards… Ooh! Did I say, my guards! Anyway, three of Henri’s men, they are waiting are downstairs.

Piers leaned across the table and held her hand. ‘I am very pleased to see you but I take it this is not meant to be an opportunity to make love to you.’

‘No emphatically not’ Alyse blushed and shook her head. ‘ With the constraints placed on me, you could not even formally make your suit. She smiled. ‘The constraints will not last forever. Be patient.’

‘So why have you sought me out?’

‘You are close to the Earl. The Earl seems to exert great influence. I think to learn more about how he operates and I think you must have a good feel for that.   Alyse frowned. ‘Look. Let me tell you my concerns and then we might consider if anything needs to be done, or whether I am worrying unnecessarily.’

‘I am flattered you sought me out. I will do my best to help. What is causing you concern.’

‘Everyone I meet thinks that I am Ximene, heiress to Occitan and future Queen of England.

Piers chuckled. ‘Yeas, I think that is what we tried to achieve, hence the imposition of constraints, so you do not give the game away.’

‘But Piers, they take it seriously, they tell me about their concerns, their ambitions, they expect me to be able to exert my influence on the Prince. But I am not Ximene, I am not going to marry the prince and yet what they are telling me is, I think, very important.’

‘What are they telling you?’

‘That they support the Prince’s family but they want to be involved in the governance of their own lands. That the various seneschals of Aquitaine have gradually moved to a method of governance which excludes them, the citizens of Aquitaine from the decision-making processes. The seneschals govern as if they were an occupying force, involving only other English in their core administration. The people I have been talking to want to have a say in the formation of laws and the enforcement of laws. You know that is exactly what I have learned in my studies of democracy. Someone ought to listen to them.’

Piers lowered his head, frowned and looked at her through raised eyebrows. ‘ Your studies of democracy?’ He said, hesitantly.

‘Yes. Ximene and I read Aristotle, Ethnica and Politica which explain his ideas about how a state should be organised and administrated. The roots of democracy.’

‘Oh! Yes, I heard about that from Joan of Kent. She is quite impressed.’

‘You have been talking to Joan?’

‘Yes, I have. I have become the communicator between her and the Earl. The Earl cannot trust himself to spend time with her in private.’

‘The Earl told you that?’

‘No. Not exactly I just read between the lines. But incidentally, I also learned from Joan that you are a princess of Castile.’

Alyse chuckled. ‘In Joan’s mind, I am. Yes, I am quite possibly the illegitimate daughter of the King of Castile, which makes me a nobody.’

‘Not quite true; your bloodlines must be good.’

Alyse sighed, almost whistled in protest. ‘Can we return to what is worrying me, these people want a semblance of a democracy.’

‘Oh!’Piers raised his eyebrows. ‘Serious stuff.’ Well, you spend a lot of time with the Prince, just tell him.

‘Do you think I could?’ I mean really, I am a nobody, I am pretending to be somebody, would he listen to me?’

‘Sometimes the best technique is to allow people to learn about a situation, the Earl tends to do that unless it is very urgent.’ Piers shrugged his shoulders. ‘In my own experience, it is often best just to tell those you want to influence. Dress it up a bit to make it more appealing. Don’t make it seem like everything is wrong. Give him the detail of a single conversation. Let him respond to that but do not mention it again for several days.’

He narrowed his eyes. ‘Is there anything else?’

For a moment Alyse thought she had said enough, but decided that if she was to seek advice from Piers she should tell him the whole story. She spoke cautiously. ‘They are pleased the Prince is here, they want him here but they want him to become one of them, become a Gascon, an Occitaine and to devolve the government not concentrate it in a handful of foreigners in Bordeaux.’ They want him to be king of their own country, not King of England.’

‘And is that a problem?’

‘I think it is. ‘Ximene is not committed to a marriage to the Prince but now Joan has specifically warned me off any entanglement with the Prince. The arrangements at the embassy and the Prince’s visits tell me a lot but now she has told me quite openly me she intends to marry him herself. She wants to be Queen of England and to found a dynasty of English kings. No mention of Aquitaine or Occitan. No consideration of how long the people of Aquitaine will be content to be ruled by a foreigner.’

‘You think it is that serious?’

‘Yes I do, what is done in England must be done here.

Piers lifted an eyebrow. ‘So how much do you know about governance in England.’

Alyse smiled and reached out to touch Piers’ hand. ‘Not a lot. Except of course for the Magna Carta by which the King shared his powers with his subjects. It is highly regarded by the more modern authors I have read.’

‘Well it did not… it does not… work quite as well as it might. My father has made the study of the Magna Carta… It was his personal contribution to my education.

Piers winced. ‘The power-sharing was only with a relatively small number of members of the Kings own close relatives and Barons. Only 15 years ago in 1341 that right was extended to the knights and burgesses through the formation of the House of Commons.  My personal opinion is that this was a response to the Franks creation of the Estates Generale in 1302. The House of Commons is now experimenting with how it can exert its power. It is still a delicate balance. King Edward has to call parliament from time to time as he needs to approve the taxes he wants to raise. However, he calls a sitting as infrequently as possible so that they get the minimum opportunity to interfere with his legislation.’

Alyse’s eyes opened wide. ‘Really and does that work?

‘Sort of, but bear in mind I am by no means an expert.’

‘It makes me even more determined to go to England to see how it works’

‘Good luck with that, I don’t know of a single woman who has been anywhere near Parliament.

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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.’