4 The Valley of Gold

Guillam de Clermont-Dessou – 22 June 1355

On the road to the east, towering cliffs, flicked with limestone,  rose on either side of the road. Precipitous streams and waterfalls flowed over every discontinuity in the structure of the cliffs. The cascading waters formed tributaries to a steadily more impressive river running down the centre of the valley.   The road crossed and re-crossed the central river, which was soon a torrent. The river was then further topped up by black floods emerging from tunnels at the base of cliffs.

Thunder echoed up and down the valley.

Guillam looked around him, unaware of the rugged beauty. He said nothing to Ximene but they were travelling too slowly for his liking. Guillam carefully guided the cart over the smoother parts of the torturous track but the rocks and shrubbery at the base of the cliffs barely left room for the cart to pass. There was nowhere to hide even if he had wanted to.

Eventually, to his delight, they emerged from the narrow gorge into a wider fertile valley. The sound of the river, now running over a much wider, shallower, bed turned from a roar to a gentler burbling sound.

It was now possible to pull off the road, far enough to be hidden, so that he could check if anyone was following them. Nothing, No one.

As they progressed further, farmers started moving stock and produce to markets, so they were by no means the only people on the road.   Soon they were travelling in a convoy, indistinguishable from a dozen other carts.  Guillam noticed however that there were no women on any of the other carts.

‘Ximene you are the only woman I can see in this procession we have joined. Hide away, join John under the hay.’

Ximene hurriedly scrambled into the space and Guillam rearranged the produce.

As he did so Ximene again checked to confirm John was still breathing.

She spoke to him softly. ‘John, you must not leave us, there is still much for you to do’

John moved an arm. ‘Guillam he moved! Possibly he heard me!’

Guillam’s action to hide Ximene was not a moment too soon. A single rider approached from behind checking every wagon. He wore the smoky green tabard of the Bishop of Pamiers. He made a cursory review of the contents of the cart.

‘Where have you come from today?’ he asked.

‘Our farm is called Val d’Or,’ Guillam replied.

‘Valley of gold; does it live up to its name? and where is it exactly?

Guilliam gulped.

‘You would have passed the drive about two leagues after Monsegur.’

The rider nodded. ‘Good produce, fine horses, perhaps it is the valley of gold’

Guillam’s eyes narrowed.

As the rider rode on, there was a sudden quite loud groan from the back of the cart. John must have partially recovered consciousness. The riders head whipped around. Guillam bent forward and groaned loudly himself ‘Terrible upset stomach’ he explained, ‘just hope it’s nothing worse’.

The Death was still on everybody’s mind. The rider rode hurriedly on.

They made good progress for the next hour and a half, but then the rider reappeared riding back towards Monsegur. Guillam watched his second approach with some trepidation but the rider gave him a wide berth and gave the cart hardly a second glance.

Guillam was elated when for the first time in the day they passed out of the shadows and enjoyed the full rays of the sun bringing much-needed warmth. The road was much better and even the traffic on the road changed, There was some obviously local traffic, just from farm to field or one farm to the next. Now many women shared wagon seats. Some even drove wagons.

When the traffic was at its quietest, Guillam stopped to allow Ximene to emerge. ‘This road is much better but we still must be cautious, we have no idea how far that ride went or where he went to, it is possible he has set up roadblocks.’

The descent into Quillan proved to be hair raising. Guillam pointed to the mountains which reared skywards all around the town.

‘Quillan is situated at the bottom of a small valley, only a rent in the mountains. It straddles the Aude river which emerges in a torrent through a narrow gorge. Quillian is a dead end. The only road in or out, other than the hair raising road we are now descending leads to the north, to Carcassonne,’ There is, however, a side road called the Col de St Louis which goes over the mountains to Perpignan.

Whilst he was talking, it became increasingly difficult to control the horses. Selene and Helios had to hold back the weight of the wagon on the steep downhill track and seemingly endless hairpin bends. It was not a task with which they were familiar, bringing the full weight of the wagon and its load to bear on their backs and haunches. In the end, Ximene climbed down from the cart and walked alongside Helios, holding his harness in her hand and, in a soothing voice encouraging them both, helping them to calm down. Selene took her lead from Helios, but progress was, by necessity, slow.

At the bottom of the serpentine road, they approached the gates of Quillan. There were streams of people moving in and out of the town.

Ximene was apprehensive. ‘Just listen to their accent, they are all Frankish. We would get little support here if they knew what we are doing.’

Suddenly they were approached, quite belligerently, as they took the road north towards Couisa and Carcassone.

A bulky man, who moved quickly for someone his size, circled the cart and then sprinted forward to grab the horses reins. ‘You have excellent produce in your cart. I will buy the lot at a good price.’

Guillam tried to tell him it was not for sale but their assailant would not take no for an answer. ‘Stop and I will do a detailed inventory of what you have got. I can probably give you more than you think.’

Their assailant tightened his grip on the reins. It seemed that he would forcibly take them into the centre of the town and to the certain discovery of their true task.

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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.