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throne on her father’s right hand. His chest tightened as he looked at her. She wore a close-fitting gown of blood-red wool with gold embroidery at throat, hem, and cuffs, and small jewels stitched in flower patterns all over the body of the dress. Her cloak was lined with ermines. She too wore a crown, set with gold flowers and sapphires, and her hair was loose, brushed down her back and shining like a dark waterfall. Her face was set in lines of ice-like purity and Brian caught his breath at the sight of such unattainable beauty.
Robert said softly, “We have just witnessed the entrance of a future queen.”
The words sent a shiver down Brian’s spine. Matilda looked straight in front of her as she took her seat with regal authority, and he thought that she resembled a figure from a stained-glass window come to life, shimmering and holy. “She is already an empress,” he replied.
Oaths were sworn to uphold her as her father’s heir. First the archbishop of Canterbury, then York, followed by all the bishops of the land. Roger of Salisbury approached and bent an arthritic knee, gripping his crosier for support. Nevertheless, his voice was clear and steady. Brian and Robert exchanged knowing glances. Roger of Salisbury was a superlative actor and politician. Matilda responded to him with such coolness and grace that Brian thought his heart would burst. She would be a great ruler, if only given the chance.
Stephen of Blois clenched his fists and hesitated when it came to his moment. Immediately, Robert rose from his place by his father’s feet and stepped forward, but Stephen recovered from his pause and the men arrived at the same time. “It is my 49
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turn to take the oath next, I believe, cousin,” Stephen said, smiling but hard-eyed.
Robert raised his brows. “What makes you think that…
cousin?”
Continuing to smile, Stephen said, “Is it not obvious? My mother was the daughter of a king.”
Brian winced on Robert’s behalf. Like his own mother, Gloucester’s had been a concubine, and Stephen’s remark was almost an insult. There was a sudden tightening of the atmosphere around the men, but then Robert stepped back and bowed. “Now you point it out, my lord, I see that you should indeed go first, albeit that my father is a king. All will be glad of your eagerness to make your oath of allegiance to my sister the empress.”
The tension reached its zenith in an exchange of challenging stares. Stephen was the first to break eye contact and knelt to Matilda, putting his hands between hers and swearing that he would uphold her as her father’s heir. He made his vow firmly, but his jaw was taut and his voice lacked power and did not carry. Robert took his own oath in ringing tones that proclaimed his loyalty and intent to all. When it came to Brian’s turn, he knelt as he had done in the council room in September and pledged himself to her with every fibre of his being. He put his conviction into his voice and kept his heart out of his eyes, because too many people were watching too closely. The look she returned him was of lord to vassal, bright with approval, but cool with distance too, pointed up by the fact that she was on her feet and he was on his knees.
Following the oath-taking, the company sat to dine in formal magnificence. There was sturgeon and stuffed salmon; spicy meatballs studded with currants; swan and peacock; venison with numerous sauces. Sweetmeats of honey, rose water, and ginger. Conversations bubbled like a cauldron over a steady 50
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heat and under the influence of food and drink the atmosphere gradually became more convivial, although men were still on their guard.
Towards the end of the meal, there was a sudden bustle at the lower end of the hall and Brian watched John FitzGilbert, one of the marshals, leading a messenger along the side of the room behind the
Robert said softly, “We have just witnessed the entrance of a future queen.”
The words sent a shiver down Brian’s spine. Matilda looked straight in front of her as she took her seat with regal authority, and he thought that she resembled a figure from a stained-glass window come to life, shimmering and holy. “She is already an empress,” he replied.
Oaths were sworn to uphold her as her father’s heir. First the archbishop of Canterbury, then York, followed by all the bishops of the land. Roger of Salisbury approached and bent an arthritic knee, gripping his crosier for support. Nevertheless, his voice was clear and steady. Brian and Robert exchanged knowing glances. Roger of Salisbury was a superlative actor and politician. Matilda responded to him with such coolness and grace that Brian thought his heart would burst. She would be a great ruler, if only given the chance.
Stephen of Blois clenched his fists and hesitated when it came to his moment. Immediately, Robert rose from his place by his father’s feet and stepped forward, but Stephen recovered from his pause and the men arrived at the same time. “It is my 49
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turn to take the oath next, I believe, cousin,” Stephen said, smiling but hard-eyed.
Robert raised his brows. “What makes you think that…
cousin?”
Continuing to smile, Stephen said, “Is it not obvious? My mother was the daughter of a king.”
Brian winced on Robert’s behalf. Like his own mother, Gloucester’s had been a concubine, and Stephen’s remark was almost an insult. There was a sudden tightening of the atmosphere around the men, but then Robert stepped back and bowed. “Now you point it out, my lord, I see that you should indeed go first, albeit that my father is a king. All will be glad of your eagerness to make your oath of allegiance to my sister the empress.”
The tension reached its zenith in an exchange of challenging stares. Stephen was the first to break eye contact and knelt to Matilda, putting his hands between hers and swearing that he would uphold her as her father’s heir. He made his vow firmly, but his jaw was taut and his voice lacked power and did not carry. Robert took his own oath in ringing tones that proclaimed his loyalty and intent to all. When it came to Brian’s turn, he knelt as he had done in the council room in September and pledged himself to her with every fibre of his being. He put his conviction into his voice and kept his heart out of his eyes, because too many people were watching too closely. The look she returned him was of lord to vassal, bright with approval, but cool with distance too, pointed up by the fact that she was on her feet and he was on his knees.
Following the oath-taking, the company sat to dine in formal magnificence. There was sturgeon and stuffed salmon; spicy meatballs studded with currants; swan and peacock; venison with numerous sauces. Sweetmeats of honey, rose water, and ginger. Conversations bubbled like a cauldron over a steady 50
LadyofEnglish.indd 50
6/9/11 5:35 PM
Lady of the English
heat and under the influence of food and drink the atmosphere gradually became more convivial, although men were still on their guard.
Towards the end of the meal, there was a sudden bustle at the lower end of the hall and Brian watched John FitzGilbert, one of the marshals, leading a messenger along the side of the room behind the
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