Crusade

Despite my pleadings, four days later Robert had assembled his men at the gates of Rouen, but he faced a dilemma he had not envisaged. His father had heard of his plan and had sent word to Roger of Ivry, who was the guardian of the city in his absence, to call out the garrison and bar the city gates. Robert had sent Hugh Percy into the city to warn the Count that if he did not lift the bars, the city would be attacked.

Edwin and Sweyn were at my side as we watched Robert contemplate the impasse.

‘This is not the most auspicious of military adventures, my Lord.’

‘It is not, Edwin. Robert does tend to act before he thinks.’

‘Sire, may I make a point?’

‘Yes, of course, Sweyn.’

‘Well, sire, doesn’t anger sometimes serve a man well? When we’re angry, we fight better, and Count Robert certainly has a lot to feel angry about.’

‘You are right about anger in the heat of combat, but battles are won as a result of calm calculations by leaders before the contest commences. If tactics need to change during the encounter, again, it is the wise general who thinks of all the consequences of his actions, weighs them carefully, then makes his decision. Do you play chess?’

‘I do not, sire.’

‘Do you, Edwin?’

‘I do, my Lord.’

‘Then you must teach young Sweyn. There is no finer teacher of the military art than the game of chess.’

‘Thank you, sire. I will learn this evening.’

Edgar laughed.

‘I think it might take a little longer than that. I will get one of the Count’s carpenters to make a set and board for you.’

Hugh Percy returned from the city with the news that I feared. Robert was forced to listen to the unwelcome outcome of his rash plans.

‘My Lord, Roger of Ivry has refused your request, and not in the politest of terms.’

‘Spit it out, man.’

‘He said that I should tell “Shortboots” to run home to his father where he will get his arse kicked again… I’m sorry, sire.’

Robert seethed.

‘Who does he think he is, to refuse me? I am his Lord, the Count of Normandy!’

I tried to reason with Robert.

‘Remember, he will be more frightened of your father than of us. Let’s withdraw and plan a more careful strategy. We will go to Philip of France.’

Robert eventually calmed down, realizing he had overplayed his hand and that his bluff had been called. As we withdrew, he rode next to me.

‘You were right, Edgar; I’ve made a fool of myself. Next time I will use your wise counsel and think before I act.’

It was gratifying to know that Robert had begun to realize that my advice was worth listening to. I remembered Margaret’s words when I left Scotland, and took comfort in thinking that she may have been right. In time, I might find a niche in the dangerous world of intrigue and war in which my birthright had placed me.

6. Battle of Gerberoi

Philip, King of the French, cut a dashing figure. A handsome man in his mid-twenties, he offered us not only excellent advice, but also men, weapons and silver. Like his nemesis, William of Normandy, Philip had inherited his domain as a child, his mother acting as co-regent with Count Baldwin of Flanders until his full accession as the fourth Capetian King of the Franks in 1066 at the age of fourteen.

He had inherited his good looks from his mother, Anna of Kiev, the daughter of Yaroslav, Prince of Kiev, and his wife Ingegerd, Princess of Sweden. It was his mother who, it was said, had given him his Greek name in honour of antiquity’s Philip of Macedon. Her choice was inspired, as Philip had developed into a strong leader of his people and a superb general of his army.

We travelled to Philip’s seat at Melun on the Seine, south-east of Paris. He greeted us with lavish ceremony and, after an extravagant feast in his great hall attended by his many allies and knights, offered us a plan of campaign.

‘Gentlemen, we have an opportunity to bloody the nose of England’s new King, the fat Duke William. Now that my friend Robert, Count of Normandy, has decided he has had enough of his father’s behaviour, we have, if we act in unison, the strength to meet him on the battlefield and deal him a mortal blow. We will build our forces here, harass his lands on his borders and, when we have vexed him sufficiently, we will strike.’

I was impressed, and so were Edwin and Sweyn. Philip had great charm and a commanding presence.

Towards the end of the feast, Robert and I introduced Edwin and Sweyn to the King, who was thoughtful and appeared to be genuinely interested in them.

‘Gentlemen, you have chosen well in giving your allegiance to Prince Edgar and Count Robert.’

Philip turned to me and embraced me like a long-lost friend. He then put his arm around Robert and began to tease him.

‘Edgar, I see you have found one of the few Normans worthy of being called a noble friend.’

‘Indeed, sire, he is rare creature — a Norman with a few redeeming features!’