Chapter 11 #4
He'd prefer to continue undisturbed under Henry Beauclerk, but the new king had never been well disposed toward him. To be sure, Henry—like Rufus—was going to need money, and Ranulph Flambard was very good at squeezing out money, but he still couldn't depend on that to maintain his place.
Which left Henry's brother, Robert of Normandy, who was a less clever man, and thus a more likely tool.
If Robert was to win England, however, it would be through war, which meant he'd favor men with military power over those with administrative skills.
Flambard could not have true power in the north unless he destroyed William of Brome.
He contemplated the skull, then sent for Raymond of Lowick.
The man who arrived not long afterward almost had to duck beneath the stone lintel, and his muscular breadth took up too much of the room.
Flambard found Lowick an annoying mix of ambition and scruples, but with his blond hair, massive chest, and proud bearing, he was generally considered appealing, especially by women.
And it was a woman who was at the heart of this matter.
"My lord bishop, you have news for me?"
He stood, hand on sword hilt, as if ready at this unlikely moment for battle. Bishop Flambard sighed, wondering why tools always came in such inadequate form. He recounted Brother Forthred's adventures at Heywood and Brome.
Raymond frowned. "How could such a simple matter be so miscarried?"
"Lord Galeran is rather more clever than you gave me reason to think, Sir Raymond."
"What has cleverness to do with it? You said I had a right to my daughter."
"But mother and child cannot be separated—a fact we counted on—and Lord Galeran claims a right to his wife's attentions."
Raymond's well-shaped mouth tightened. "It can be little better than a rape, my lord bishop. Jehanne has always loved me. She never wanted her marriage. Her father had to whip her to the altar to say her vows to that runt."
Flambard had heard that story from other sources, so it could be true. It was not, however, supported by recent facts. "Yet she did not leave the castle with you when she had the chance."
"She felt her marriage vows too strongly." Lowick stood even straighter. "I honor her for that."
"It is indeed honorable," said Flambard, adding dryly, "if a trifle belated. According to my information, she was not intimate with you throughout her pregnancy or afterward."
Lowick flushed. "I honor her for that too. She is not a sinful woman, my lord bishop. We were weak, but only once."
"Yet I'm sure you tried to persuade her to sin again."
"I have confessed it to you."
Flambard studied his tool uneasily. Surely Lowick was right, and Jehanne of Heywood preferred him to her husband.
But in his experience, women were not given to such noble scruples, especially when they think their husband is dead.
If the Lady Jehanne was merely afraid to flee her husband, that could be solved by the man's death.
If she sincerely repented of her sin, however, she could take herself—and her property—to a convent, which would not suit at all.
Jehanne of Heywood could be the means to break the power of William of Brome and secure Flambard's undisputed power in the north. She could also prove to be a disaster, and what he'd learned of her worried him. He much preferred stupid, docile women.
"Brother Forthred brought back a story of Lord Galeran being attacked near his home."
"Brigands?" asked Lowick without great interest.
"Doubtful. The attacker was a lone crossbowman."
That jerked the man out of his thoughts. "A crossbow! That's the devil's tool. What would such a wretch hope to achieve?"
"Lord Galeran's death, I assume."
"Was Galeran injured?" Flambard could not detect a trace of hope in the man's face.
"Scarcely at all."
"I give thanks for that. No man should die in such a dishonorable way. By the Holy Cross, if I could get my hands on such a low rogue as that..."
"It has already been dealt with, Sir Raymond. Lord Galeran dispatched him, with considerable vigor, or so I hear."
Lowick nodded his approval. "He is capable in his own way."
Flambard eyed the noble fool. "It would not have been completely inconvenient for Galeran of Heywood to have died there, you know."
Lowick frowned again, but this time with puzzlement. "What has that to do with it?"
Flambard abandoned that line of debate. "You gave me to understand that Lord Galeran is not a notable warrior."
"How could he be, so small as he is? But it takes little brawn and skill to execute a villain."
"It seems Lord Galeran fought well in the Holy Land."
The man frowned in genuine perplexity. "Have I ever suggested otherwise?"
"You have never shown a high opinion of his fighting skills."
The frown tangled the golden brows even further. "I merely mean that he has no great taste for it and is lacking in stature. I am sure he would do his part in a battle."
"But you still think you could defeat him in a court battle?"
The frown cleared. "Without a doubt, my lord. I would regret the necessity, but for the sake of Jehanne and our child, I would do it."
Flambard was no longer sure he could depend on this success, though Lowick was known as a formidable opponent.
He had a prickle of uncertainty about this whole affair.
The lord of Heywood's reactions upon his return had not been normal except for that one blow.
Anyway, court battles were always chancy things, best avoided if there were safer ways.
He tossed in the next piece of information without warning. "The king is dead."
It clearly took a few moments for the new idea to penetrate. "Rufus? How?"
"Unlike the lord of Heywood, he did not escape the convenient arrow."
"The king was with Galeran?"
"No," said Flambard, holding on to his patience. "He was with his brother Henry in the New Forest. Henry, I assume, has seized the throne by now. Unfortunately he is no friend of mine. We must hope that Duke Robert arrives back in Normandy soon."
"You think the duke would be more likely to support my case?"
"For the promise of your support, yes." Flambard spelled out the situation. "If William of Brome throws in his lot with Henry, Duke Robert will be looking for a staunch supporter here in the north. That could be me, and you, once Galeran of Heywood is dead and his widow is your wife."
Watching Lowick stand taller at the thought, Flambard ran his hand over the smooth white skull on the table.
"What's that?" asked Lowick with distaste. "A child's skull?"
"The skull of John the Baptist as a child."
Lowick promptly sank to one knee. "My Lord! May I touch it?"
Flambard sighed again. "Of course."
Raymond reverently touched the white bone, then kissed it, his face softened almost to childish wonder. "Where did you obtain such a miracle, my lord?"
"A miracle indeed. It is a gift from Galeran of Heywood, to thank me for bringing peace between him and you."
At that, Lowick surged to his feet. "A bribe, you mean! I see it now. You are supporting his cause against mine."
Flambard picked up the skull and contemplated it.
"Such a course does have its appeal, I must admit.
But no. I see no future in it, for his family would not join with me for any consideration.
" He replaced the skull on its cloth and addressed his tool in simple terms. "We must turn Rufus's death to our advantage, but no matter what we do, the key is still the death of the lord of Heywood. "
"I will be happy to kill him in honorable combat."
"You are unlikely to have the chance unless he challenges you."
Lowick laughed. "He has not the courage!"
"Be careful how you speak, Sir Raymond. Never forget that Lord Galeran is a crusader. He is held in high respect."
Lowick paced the room, his cloak and scabbard buffeting small objects. "Just for being there? I wish I had gone. I'd have shown them true heroism!"
"I'm sure many share your wish." When the scabbard almost toppled a candlestick, Flambard snapped, "Stand still!"
Lowick obeyed and Flambard continued. "Listen carefully.
I hear that William of Brome and Galeran of Heywood are planning to journey south to declare themselves for Henry.
They hope for his support in their case, of course.
The Lady Jehanne and her child are to accompany them.
You, too, must ride south with all speed and try to establish yourself in favor before they arrive.
I will send Brother Forthred to assist and advise you, since he seems to feel he has a score to settle with Heywood. "
"But I thought I was to take oath to Robert of Normandy."
Flambard waved a hand. "There will be many in London pledging allegiance to Henry but keeping an eye out for Robert. After all, Robert has dallied in Sicily and it might be some weeks before he returns. I, too, will set out for London tomorrow, but will not be able to make as much speed as you."
Lowick nodded. "So what must I do, my lord?"
"Appear to support Henry, and gain as much favor in that quarter as you can.
As soon as the lord of Heywood appears, try to bring the matter to a challenge and kill him.
Since God will have spoken through your sword, Henry will have little choice other than to give you the Lady Jehanne and her castle.
Then, if Robert makes war over the Crown, you will be excellently placed to support him and rise high under his rule. "
Raymond's ambitious eyes glowed at the thought. "Killing Galeran will be easy, if only I can push him into making a case of it."
"Do your best. If nothing has been achieved when I arrive in London, I have some other ideas. All that is required is that you eventually do your part and kill him. God go with you, Sir Raymond."
Raymond fell to his knee and reverently kissed Flambard's ring and then the relic before sweeping out on his holy mission.
The bishop picked up the skull. "What a useful test of men you are, to be sure. But I wish that in this struggle I had Galeran of Heywood on my side rather than Raymond of Lowick."