Crusade

I had sent intelligence to King Malcolm in Dunfermline throughout the internecine squabbles in Normandy. He had been poised to act since the spring and now his timing was perfect. Two weeks before the negotiations, he launched a major offensive, ravaging a huge area from the Tweed to the Tees and filling his barns, granaries and treasury with plunder. It was a major card for Robert to play in the haggling to come.

Sweyn and Adela had returned to us by then, much chastened by the experience of being stalled in pursuing their ambitions. I agreed that they could accompany us to Rouen, in part because I wanted to see how they would react when they were again close to the King. We did not discuss their return to their home in the Lot but, for some reason, I sensed that they had not gone there, but had journeyed elsewhere. There was a diffidence about them which I suspected disguised a secret; one day I would come to know what it was.

The confabulation with the King was tense. He was accompanied by Queen Matilda, Roger of Montgomery, Hugh of Grandmesnil and the ageing Roger of Beaumont. Besides me, Robert chose Robert of Belleme and Ives and Aubrey of Grandmesnil, all sons of the men they were facing.

As I watched the polite formalities and courtesies, I felt uncomfortable — an outsider privy to what was, in truth, a family feud which just happened to be among the most powerful men in northern Europe. I was also ill at ease in being in the confidence of one party to the quarrel. Even these Normans, who had become my friends, were the very same people who had stolen my birthright and were oppressing my kinsmen. I also had the same anxieties that everyone else must feel. The fate of kingdoms often hinges on the outcome of battles, but this time the future of England and Normandy rested on the settlement of a family quarrel. But this was no ordinary family, this was the brood of an extraordinary warlord.

I was deep in those thoughts when the King, who was on his best behaviour, made the same observation that had occurred to me.

‘Why do we have an English prince in our midst, a man who repeatedly bows to me and then chooses to be my enemy?’

‘Father, he is my ally, wise counsel and good friend. He is no enemy of Normandy.’

On any other occasion that would have sent William into a tirade, but the circumstances made him relent and, with a sneer aimed at me and a dismissive grunt, he signalled for the parley to begin.

It did not take long to reach an agreement. Two crucial factors were in play. William’s humiliation at Gerberoi had put Robert in a powerful position, especially because of the support he could now draw on, both inside Normandy and among its enemies. This meant that, if William were to placate his son, he would also placate his enemies, especially Philip of France. Secondly, Robert had saved his father’s life on the battlefield. This meant that not only was the King in his personal debt, but he also had an obligation in the eyes of the entire Norman aristocracy to reward his son for his magnanimity in victory.

‘My son, let our differences stay in the past. Your prowess in the field at Gerberoi and your exemplary behaviour towards me have taught me to understand that my regard for you fell far short of what it should have been and that my deeds and words, and those of your brothers, were ill-judged and hurtful. All that will now be put right and the wrongs of the past will not happen again.’

They were astonishing words, such that I had to pinch myself to be sure I was hearing them, uttered by the same man who in the past had conceded nothing to any man, under any circumstances.

‘Thank you, Father, I am content that you now feel you can give me the respect that I have deserved for a very long time.’

Robert was visibly moved by his father’s contrition. Although he was short-tempered, impetuous and sometimes indolent, Robert was good company and generous and had become a close friend. I was delighted that the burden of half a lifetime of disrespect and bullying by his father appeared to have been lifted from his shoulders.

The King solemnly granted to Robert his succession to the Dukedom of Normandy and made recompense for all his son’s costs during the rebellion, which were substantial. Tactfully, Robert did not raise the subject of the English throne, or the inheritance of his brothers; those quarrelsome subjects would have be resolved, or otherwise, in due course. The Queen sat and beamed, there were comradely hugs all round, and food and drink began to appear for a celebratory feast.

During the merriment, the King delivered a shock. Although William was not as imperious as he had been, he was still capable of flashes of highly astute manoeuvring. It was not a trap for Robert — indeed, for him, it was a generous gesture — but, for me, it was certainly a move that would test my diplomacy and force me to examine my loyalties. The King delivered his surprise with a hint of mischief in his eyes.