Part 9 (1/2)
IN HASTE.
”SHE isn't at all what I remember.”
King Henry stood with his granddaughter in his arms at an un-. shuttered window in the royal chambers, attended only by Rosvita, Hathui, four stewards, six guards, and Helmut Villam. Princess Theophanu and four of her ladies sat in the adjoining chamber, playing chess, embroidering, and discussing the tractate Concerning Male Chast.i.ty, written by St. Sotheris, which had only recently been translated by the nuns at Korvei Convent from the original Arethousan into Dariyan. Their voices rang out merrily, seemingly immune from care.
Queen Adelheid had escorted Alia and Sanglant outside to show them the royal garden, with its rose beds, diverse herbs, and the aviary that the palace at Angenheim was famous for. Standing beside Henry at the window, with her fingers clamped tight on the sill, Rosvita saw Adelheid's bright gown among the roses. A moment later, she saw Sanglant on his knees by one of the herb plots, fingering petals of comfrey. Brother Heribert knelt beside him and they spoke together, two heads bent in convivial conversation. The contrast between the two men could not have been bolder: n Sanglant had the bulk and vitality of a man accustomed to armor and horseback and a life lived outdoors, while Heribert, in his cleric's robes, had a slender frame and narrow shoulders. Yet his hands, too, bore the marks of manual labor. How had they met? What did Heribert know that he had not told them?
”She isn't anything like what I remember.” Henry's expression grew pensive.” It's as if that time was a dream I fas.h.i.+oned in my own mind.” Blessing had fallen asleep on his shoulder.
”Perhaps it was,” observed Rosvita.” Youth is prey to fancy. We are adept at building palaces where none exist.”
”I was very young,” he agreed.” In truth, Sister, I find it disturbing. I recall my pa.s.sion so clearly, but when I look at her now, I fear I made a mistake.”
A stiff breeze stirred the leaves in the herb bed next to the prince. Laughing, Sanglant stood as Heribert leaped up, startled. The outside air and Heribert's presence had restored the prince to good spirits, yet now he glanced back toward the open window where his father stood. Had he heard them? Surely they stood too far away for their conversation to be overheard.
”Was it a mistake, Your Majesty?” She nodded toward the prince.
”Nay, of course not. Perhaps I am only a little surprised that memory has not served me as well as you have.” He smiled with the craft of a regnant who knows when to flatter his advisers, but Rosvita sensed tension beneath the light words.
”You were very young, Your Majesty. G.o.d grant us all the privilege of change and growth, if we only use it. You are a wiser man now than you were then, or so I have heard.”
He smiled, this time with genuine pleasure. The baby stirred, coming awake. She yawned, looked around, and said, quite clearly: ”Da!” After this unequivocal statement, she frowned up at Henry. She had a clever little face, quite charming, and mobile expressions.” Ba!” she exclaimed. She seemed to have no other mode of speech than the imperious.
”The months do not count out correctly,” said Henry.” Nine months for a woman to come to her time, and even if she deliver early, no child will survive before the seventh month. Sanglant and the Eagle left fourteen months ago, yet this child is surely a yearling or even older. But her coloring is like that of the Eagle's, if I am remembering correctly.”
”Do not doubt your memory on this account. I also believe the child resembles its mother in some ways. Look at the blue of her eyes! But you are right, Your Majesty. Even if she were a seven months' child, born early, she could therefore be only seven months of age now.”
”Come.” Henry carried the baby out to the garden, heading for his son, but as soon as he stepped outside the beauty of the autumn foliage and late flowers distracted the child. Rosvita watched as the king surrendered to her imperial commands: each time Blessing pointed to something that caught her eye, he obediently hauled her to that place, and then to another, lowering her down to touch a flower, prying her fingers from a th.o.r.n.y stem, stopping her from eating a withered oak leaf blown over the wall, lifting her up again to point at a flock of geese pa.s.sing overhead.
He was besotted.
Sanglant had wandered to the garden by the wall where he spoke privately to Brother Heribert. What intrigue might he be stirring up? Yet had Sanglant ever been one for intrigue? He had always been the most straightforward of men.
Still, he made no move to interfere with the capture of his father: Blessing worked her will without obstacle. Queen Adelheid had gone into the aviary. Rosvita had to admire the young queen: either she was determined to turn Alia into an ally, or else she intended to divert all suspicion while she concocted a plan to rid herself of her rival. It was hard to tell, and even after months of sharing the most difficult of circ.u.mstances in Adelheid's company, Rosvita didn't know her well enough to know which was more likely.
But as Rosvita watched Henry dandle the child, her heart grew troubled.
Twilight finally drove them back inside. Adelheid and her attendants came from the mews, Sanglant and Heribert from the garden. Alia lingered outside, alone, to smell the last roses. No one disturbed her. By custom, the feast would continue into the night, but neither Henry nor any in his party seemed inclined to return to the great hall. Too much remained unspoken.
Blessing went to Sanglant at once. She had begun to fuss with n hunger. A spirited discussion ensued among the attendants on the efficacy of goat's milk over cow's milk to feed a motherless child. He took her outside.
Rosvita went to the window. A cool autumn breeze, woken by dusk, made her s.h.i.+ver. Sanglant avoided his mother and settled down out of her sight on the far side of the old walnut tree.
Adelheid came to stand beside Rosvita. The queen smelled faintly of the mews and more strongly of the rose water she habitually washed in. She had such a wonderful, vividly alive profile that even in the half light of gathering dusk her expressions seemed more potent than anything around them, as bright as the waxing moon now rising over wall and treetops.
”You have acted most graciously, Your Majesty,” said Rosvita.
”Have I? Do you think I am jealous of the pa.s.sion he once felt for her? That was many years ago. Truly, she looks marvelously young for one as old as she must be, but until she explains her purpose here, it is not obvious to me that she possesses anything he now desires or lacks.” The young queen's tone had a sc.r.a.pe in it, as at anger rubbing away inside.
”And you do?”
”So I did,” she replied bitterly.” As you yourself know, Sister Rosvita, for you came with my cousin Theophanu to seek me out in Vennaci. Yet did you not just see Henry holding in his arms the living heir to Taillefer's great empire? If it is true, what need has Henry for a queen of my line?”
”What manner of talk is this, Your Majesty? Your family's claim to the Aostan throne is without rival.”
Adelheid smiled faintly, ironically.” It is true that no n.o.ble Aostan family holds a better claim. Certainly the skopos will support me if she can, since she is my aunt. Yet how did my lineage help me after the death of my mother and my first husband, may G.o.d have mercy on them? Which of the n.o.bles of Aosta came to my aid when I was besieged? My countryfolk abandoned me to Lord John's tender mercies. I would have become his prisoner, and no doubt his unwilling wife, had you and Princess Theophanu not arrived when you did. What would have happened if Mother Obli-gatia had not taken us in despite the hards.h.i.+p it placed upon her and the nuns in her care? What if she hadn't allowed Father Hugh to use sorcery to aid our escape?”
”What do you mean?” But trouble, like a swift, may stay aloft for a very long time once it has lifted onto the wind.
”I had no rivals before. Now I do.”
”Henry has legitimate children, it is true.”
”None of whom can claim descent from Emperor Taillefer. Nay, it is clear that Henry favors Sanglant, Sister Rosvita. Henry would have seen me married to Prince Sanglant, had he been given his way a year ago.”
Since it was true, Rosvita saw no reason to reply beyond a nod.
”If that was his plan, then he must have hoped that by marrying me, Sanglant would be crowned as king of Aosta. It is understood, I believe, that only a regnant strong enough to claim the regnancy of Aosta can hope to claim the imperial t.i.tle of Holy Dariyan Emperor as well. Henry hoped to give Sanglant that t.i.tle. Or so I a.s.sume.”
”Henry has never hidden his ambitions. He hopes to take that t.i.tle for himself.”
”Certainly he is now ent.i.tled to be crowned king of Aosta because he is my husband. But Ironhead still reigns in Darre. Do you not see my position?”
Rosvita sighed. Adelheid was young but not one bit naive. Yet Rosvita could not bring herself to speak one word that might seem unfaithful to Henry.” You are troubled, Your Majesty,” she said instead, temporizing, hoping that Adelheid would not go on. But the one trait of youth Adelheid had not yet reined in was impetuous-ness.
”Let us imagine that it is true that this child is the legitimately born heir to Taillefer, his granddaughter two generations removed. I brought Henry the crowns of Aosta. But her claim to Aosta's throne, and to the Crown of Stars Taillefer wore as Holy Dariyan Emperor, is far greater than anything I can confer.”
Rosvita glanced back into the room. Two stewards stood by the door, looking bored as they guarded the wine. Various tapestries depicting the life of St. Thecla hung from the whitewashed walls: witnessing the Ekstasis; debating before the empress; writing one of her famous epistles to far-flung communities; accepting the staff that marked her as skopos, holy mother over the church; the stations of her martyrdom.
Henry had gone with Villam into the adjoining chamber to overI O see the chess playing, Hathui sticking close to him rather like a falcon on a jess. Villam leaned with a hand on the back of the chair inhabited by one of Theophanu's favorites, the robust Leoba. Even at his age, he was not above flirting. Indeed, he was currently unmarried and despite his age still an excellent match. Leoba let him move a chess piece for her, Castle takes Eagle.
The game brought Rosvita back to the moves being enacted here and now.” Surely, Your Majesty, you do not believe that King Henry would put you aside on such slender evidence?”
Adelheid had the grace to blush.” Nay, Sister, do not think me selfish. In truth, I have no fear for myself. I am fond of Henry, and I believe he is fond of me. He is well known for being pious and obedient to the church's law. He will not break a contract now that it has been sealed. But if G.o.d are willing and grant us Their blessing, I will have children with him. What is to become of them?”
Now, finally, she saw the battle lines being drawn.” How can I answer such a question, Your Majesty? At best, I may hope that the king hears my voice, and my counsel. I do not speak for him.”
”You saved my life and my crown, Sister. I trust you to do what is right, not what is expedient. I know you serve with an honest heart, and that you care only for what benefits your regnant, not for what benefits yourself. That is why I ask you to consider carefully when you advise the king. Think of my position, I pray you, and that of the children I hope to have.” She smiled most sweetly and moved away to meet Alia by the door. Beckoning to the stewards, she had a cup of wine brought for the Aoi woman.
”Was that a plea, or a warning?”
Rosvita jumped, sc.r.a.ping a finger on the wooden sill.” You startled me, Brother. I did not see you come up beside us.”
”Nor did the queen,” observed Fortunatus.” But she has observed a great deal else. Henry already has grown children who will be rivals to whatever children she bears. Yet she does not fear them as she fears Sanglant.”
Rosvita set her hands back on the sill, then winced at the pain in her finger.
”You've caught a splinter,” said Fortunatus, taking her hand into his. He had a delicate touch, honed by years of calligraphy.
As he bent over her hand, working the splinter loose, she lowered her voice.” Do you think she fears Sanglant?”