92 — Negotiations

He was then introduced to two local dignitaries who had contacted the Prince during one of his visits to the abbey’s and who now had volunteered to travel to England to study the structure of law and order in the English kingdom. John was asked to escort them to Couisa to meet Ximene. On the way he talked about their plans.
They are not dissimilar to Francoise, this trip is an investment in their future but they know that for Occitan to become independent, there must be changes in governance, not just an invasion.
The return trip to Couisa became an event in itself, as each of the lords in anticipation of an extended stay in England was accompanied by his wife and daughters, a total of seven women.
Ximene was delighted to meet the lords, she interpreted their mission as confirmation of English support for the concept of a change of governance, perhaps even a commitment to make it happen.
The women, however, seeing Xime confined to bed and surrounded by men immediately appointed themselves as Ximene’s companions. The result of this was that any  plans John had  to join Ximene in her bed were further disrupted. Pipa confided to John that even she felt excluded by their presence!she was also concerned about ximene’s state of mind .It is as if everything washes over her. she is recovering but it is almost as if she does not want to recoverThe next month passed quickly as there was so much to do. John was thrust back into the role of Ximene’s Ambassador. Estevan excluded John from Ximene’s care other than bedside visits of limited duration.
‘She desperately needs rest, both physical and emotional. Some people never recover from an experience like this’
John was tempted to dismiss this advice, but the lodge was now continually disturbed by a succession of discrete visits by local sympathisers. Most of the visitors expected that Ximene would marry the Prince.

He  waited his opportunity and eventually slid into Ximene’s bedroom . “And now it should be my turn to help you recover, but I am being kept away from you. ‘

She nodded and squeezed his hand.

John it is partly my request. I am not ready for contact with anyone just yet. The problem is mental not physical.’

Wether she wanted to or not Ximene was forced to play a greater and greater part in the discussions. On Estevan’s advice John produced a schedule, which limited the bedside conferences to no more than two a day. A recurring topic was that there should be a widespread uprising to throw the Northern Franks out of her lands.

John scheduled a private meeting for himself. ‘Ximene, Do not encourage them to revolt. There are thousands and thousands of Northern Franks who have been in Occitan for over a hundred years and are devoted followers of the Church of Rome.’
‘But they have no right to be here, they have stolen my people’s land.’
‘Try and tell that to them, Ximene. They are third or even fourth generation, they think this is home.’
‘We would welcome them to stay, we would permit them to follow their own religion, as long as they allowed us to follow ours.’
John hoped that putting his point firmly would not alienate Ximene.
‘That is not true Ximene, you talk about righting wrongs, about returning land to it’s former owners… and then alternate that with concerns that the Prince has not thought it through, which incidentally I now know to be true.’
‘You know to be true’
“ Yes, the Chevauchee was badly conceived. He thought that he could engage the Franks in battle and beat them. That everyone in Occitan would then swear allegience to him in accordance with the principles of chivalry and everything would be wonderful.’
‘And?’
‘They wouldn’t fight! They ran away and then attacked us on the flanks as we advanced’
Ximene’s eyes dulled.
‘ But I have been told that in the eyes of these soldiers in Couisa you are a hero. You personally won a major battle,

John winced
‘ Not a major battle. Well, I suppose I did play my part, but I was not fighting soldiers who understand chivalry and would comply with its rules. I was fighting thieves and vagabonds! It had nothing to do with ownership of land or religeous beliefs. ’
Ximene did not give up her previous argument.
‘The only place I would change land ownership would be at the upper level , there would be no need to throw people off their land at the lower levels.To keep their lands all they would have to do is swear allegiance to me.’
“ Ximene you are wrong, all these bastides are outside of the feudal system, They are owned and governed by their own elected representitives,’ he struggled to think of a comparison ‘ Like minature Holy Roman Empire’s.’
He look as deep into her eyes as possible.
“For longer than I care to remember our main activity was throwing the northern French out of their homes. It requires force. It is not a pretty business; if you throw a man out of his home there are women and children affected as well”
“ I didn’t know that was what you were doing.”
“ Well not me personally, but I was part of an army which was doing just that. There were thousands of them, left without shelter, and that is what the native Occitanes expected us to do. All these people who cluster around you now are I fear more concerned with personal financial advantage than freedom of religious belief”
“ So what do you recommend”
“Now I am going sound like the Prince. There must be an honourable war against the Franks who created this problem. If we win that then we can change the government of Occitan. Remember Aristotle; constitution, lawmakers, politicians, militia.”
“ Yes I remember you asking did every state need these elements and my answer was yes. Even though it is so personal to me, there is no reason why this should be different. What must we do”.
‘Well the question you ought to ask is how do we make them fight. Probably by attacking their home territory up North. If we win, and the Prince became King of the Franks we would then be able to allocate royal estates to those who have been dispossessed and discriminate favourably in favour of those who have suffered.

We could look carefully at deeds and perhaps split lands between traditional and new owners. It becomes a governance issue. It could be controlled! And you don’t have to rush! We have negotiated for settlement on the treasure in advance of any marriage contract.

Ximene reached out and grasped John’s hand.

Oh! Something has changed! He is becoming the man I wanted him to be! Even now he begins to stride the stage!
“You have learned well John, and I understand what you say, it is just that I so desperately want to help my people”
She cast her eyes downwards “Do I need to marry the Prince?”
“Probably not.”
“Wouldn’t it be unfair to acquire the wealth he is offering me and then refuse to marry him.”
“ Emphatically not. It is their idea to separate the treasure negotiations from the marriage”

Ximene nodded approvingly, she had noted the ‘their’. “If I did not marry the Prince, would he then, if he defeated the Franks, help change the government in Occitaine”
“ If he can take the Frankish throne, yes. He would make you Duchess of Occitan. If he simply wins a war, probably not.’
“You sound very sure about some of this John, has he decided not to marry me?”

“No, I am perturbed that he has paid little attention to you but I don’t think he has made that decision, and don’t assume that his decision to delay the marriage negotiation means anything. The Earl tells me his father intends to make him Prince of Aquitaine and virtually split the English empire in two at least until his death.
“ So I would be a princess?”
John sighed. This conversation was now not going the way he wanted.
“Yes indeed you would”
“ Tell me again, why would it suit the Prince to delay the marriage negotiations”
“It would suit the Prince very well to separate your wealth from the English crown before he marries you. Then he could fund the expansion of Aquitaine from your income and if everything went wrong still be a wealthy & powerful man”
“Oh!” Ximene had obviously never thought of such a concept.
She tightened her grip on his hand.
“ Well I have decided I do not want to marry him. I will do the best I can without marriage. We must turn our attention to developing a t
John did however get the opportunity to brief Ximene on the presence of a Guard Ecosse in Carcassonne.
‘Who could possibly have known that you were at Mazerou?”
“Certainly not Phillipa this time” she said “She never left Mazerou the whole time you were away. Neither did Don Fenandino”
“Oh!” Said John “Then it must be Thierry”
‘ I doubt it, but Estevan also had the opportunity!’
‘ I doubt it too…’ John stopped in mid sentence. .
“They both know where the treasure is!”

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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.’