Crusade

So, eight years after Malcolm’s first submission to the Normans at Abernethy Tower, the ceremony was repeated. Once more, Malcolm, King of the Scots, placed his hand on Bede’s mighty Bible and swore his fealty to William, King of England and Duke of Normandy.

Robert was gentler with Malcolm than his father had been, and the two men showed one another a mutual respect.

As Robert prepared his army to march south, we returned to Dunfermline so that I could say goodbye to my sister and to Scotland yet again. It was also an opportunity to introduce my brothers-in-arms formally to Malcolm and Margaret.

After the courtesies, during which Adela and Sweyn behaved impeccably — just like the young courtiers they had become — the four of us sat at the King’s high table for dinner and enjoyed a typical Scottish banquet, heavy on meat and game and even heavier on mead, beer and wine.

Although it was not apparent from their behaviour, I thought about how Adela and Sweyn must be feeling, seated within a few feet of a king at his high table. They had become part of the lesser gentry of Aquitaine — nonetheless, their life had been lived a long way from the tables of kings.

After the banquet, I sat with Malcolm and Margaret to discuss the future and tell them of my fears for the Celtic peoples of Britain.

‘The Welsh princes are already in awe of the Normans. They have few natural defences and the Norman lords are building huge castles everywhere. William Fitz Osbern, Earl of Hereford, has taken Chepstow and Monmouth; Hugh of Avranches, Earl of Chester, is in control as far as Denbigh; and Roger Montgomery, Earl of Shrewsbury, has pushed deep into the heartland of the Welsh tribes along the Vale of Powys. Scotland’s time will come and, in due course, Ireland will also face the Norman threat. For the moment, they are lucky; they have the great Western Sea to protect them, but it won’t keep them safe for ever.’

As always, Margaret’s thoughts were for me rather than the affairs of kings and their realms.

‘Your advice to Malcolm to count our blessings and prepare for the future is much appreciated, but what will you do now?’

‘Well, I have my small band and we’ve sworn allegiance to one another. We may stay with Robert, or go in search of adventures of our own.’

Malcolm laughed out loud.

‘You are wise in the affairs of others, but a fool to yourself. Your “band” is one knight of good birth, a boy who has the beard of an old crone and a girl who thinks she’s a man!’

‘Malcolm, please don’t be unkind to Edgar,’ Margaret remonstrated. ‘We owe him a lot, don’t forget that.’

‘I think our debts balance in the pan now! But I still maintain it’s ridiculous for a royal prince to have a retinue of three — two of whom should not even be in the same room as him.’

Malcolm’s boorish comments were beginning to irk me.

‘Please don’t goad me; their origins are way behind them. They are exceptional people who have been brought up in very special circumstances and fully deserve my allegiance.’

Whether Malcolm agreed with her or not, I felt that Margaret spoke for both of them as the evening drew to a close.

‘Go with our prayers and blessing. God’s speed, until we meet again.’

It was painful to think that I had to leave Margaret yet again. She had such strength and had managed to make a life — indeed, to find happiness — in a place not of her choosing and with a man she had resisted for a long time. She had been the anchor in my life as a boy and in many ways her inspiration still guided me.

I took comfort from the fact that Malcolm’s new treaty with the Normans should keep her and Scotland safe for the time being, but I remained concerned that, sooner or later, Malcolm’s temperament, coupled with the inevitable burgeoning of Norman ambitions in the North, would eventually lead to another crisis.

We caught up with Robert’s army encamped next to the ruins of a Roman fort on the north bank of the River Tyne where, because it was significantly further north than his bastion at Durham, he had decided to delay in order to build a new fortress as a strategic stronghold. As the ruins marked the eastern limit of Hadrian’s great wall, the new castle would act as a very tangible reminder to Malcolm of William’s insistence that the old Roman wall was to become the new boundary between the two kingdoms.

For now, his men were building the huge walls from timber felled from the forests in the west, but it would only be a temporary structure to keep the new garrison safe. Eventually, a great stone keep would rise to intimidate all-comers.

Our small band decided to use Robert’s building project as an opportunity to discuss our future plans. Edwin picked out half a dozen men as an escort and we travelled along the bank of the Tyne for a few miles until we found a secure place to make camp in the ruins of another large Roman fort.