The Plantagenet Prelude - Plaidy Jean. Страница 52

She smiled at him. ‘You have made a promise to God,’ she said, ‘and that promise must be kept. Do not think of me. If Richard remains with me, as he speaks my tongue, I shall be well enough; and soon I shall speak English, for I must do so since I am to care for my son.’

In due course her child was born. It was a boy, as she had known it would be, and when the midwife held him in her arms, Mahault heard a voice say, ‘It is an archbishop we are holding.’

She could not ask the midwife what she meant by that because she could not make herself understood, but later she asked Gilbert to find out why the woman had made such a remark. The midwife’s answer was that she had said no such thing.

The boy was called Thomas and he was the delight of his mother’s life. She was sure that nothing was too good for him. His education must be of the best. In the meantime since Gilbert had made his promise to God he should keep it without delay for when the boy grew older he would need a father more than he did when he was too young to recognise him.

So Gilbert went off to the Holy Land once more and Mahault devoted herself to looking after her son and learning English.

Her premonitions as to his future greatness continued.

One night she dreamed that the nurse had left the baby without a quilt in his cradle and when she reproved her, the nurse replied: ‘But my lady, he is covered with a beautiful quilt.’ ‘Bring it to me here,’ she had answered, thinking to prove that the nurse was deceiving her. The nurse came with a large quilt of a beautiful crimson cloth. She put it on her mistress’s bed and attempted to unfold it, but the more she unfolded the larger it grew, and they took it to the largest room in the house because it was too big to unfold in a smaller one. Nor could it be unfolded there so they took it into the street. But they could not unfold it because the more they tried to the bigger the quilt grew, and suddenly it began to unfold itself and covered the street and houses around them, and went on and on, and they knew it had reached the end of the land.

She awoke from this dream with the certainty that it had especial significance, which was that her son Thomas was destined for greatness.

Because she could not be thankful enough to the God of her new religion who had brought her safely to London that she might bear this son, she would have him weighed often and give to the poor a weight of clothes or food equal to that of the boy.

She would talk to him of the need to be good and serve God. and how this could best be done by caring for others.

‘Always help those poorer than yourself, my little one,’ she would say. ‘That is a good way to serve God.’

Gilbert returned after three and a half years to find that at the age of four, young Thomas was already showing signs of great intelligence. Gilbert was glad to be home; he would make no more vows. Two trips to the Holy Land should be enough to placate his Maker for he had never been guilty of anything but the most venial sins.

He soon became as certain as Mahault was that there was something special about their son.

In the next few years they had two more children. These were daughters, good bright pleasant girls, but Thomas was apart from them. Sir Richer de L’Aigle had become an even more frequent visitor than he had been in the past. He had been fascinated by the account of Mahault’s determination to find Gilbert; he declared he would not have believed it possible for a young woman to find her way with nothing more to guide her than two words. He was of the opinion that only Divine providence could have brought her to Gilbert and his interest in their unusual son grew.

As soon as Thomas was old enough his father put him in the care of the Canons of Merton to whom many well -born people sent the sons they hoped would enter the Church.

‘This would be but the beginning,’ Gilbert confided to his wife. ‘Afterwards Thomas must attend one of the great seats of learning, but Merton is a good beginning and it would mean that he was not too far from us.’

At Merton Thomas was soon surprising his teachers by his ability to learn and so confirming his parents’ certainty that he was destined for a great future. It so happened that during harvest time when the great concern was to bring in the corn, the pupils of Merton were sent to their homes to get them out of the way, and during one summer Richer de L’Aigle happened to call on the Beckets. Finding Thomas there, home from school, he suggested that he take him with him to his residence at Pevensey Castle and there instil into him the gracious art of living like a nobleman.

Thomas took to the life with as much eagerness as he had taken to learning.

Richer instructed him how to ride like a knight, how to hunt with a falcon and all the accomplishments which could not have been acquired in his London home.

So successful was this stay at Pevensey Castle and so fond had the young knight grown of Thomas that the invitation was repeated often. Mahault was delighted; she saw the change in her son. He had become fastidious in his dress; he spoke not only like a scholar but like a gentleman and she believed that God had sent Richer de L’Aigle into their lives that Thomas might be groomed to take one of the highest positions in the country.

When Thomas was sufficiently educated to have earned his own living doing clerical work for a merchant of London, he left Merton, but his parents had plans for him. The centre of learning was said to be in Paris and no other place would be good enough for Thomas. So to Paris went Thomas.

There he perfected his knowledge of the French language, his great aim being to speak it as a Frenchman; his easy manners – learned at Pevensey Castle – enabled him to mingle with members of high society and he found he had a taste for their company. No one would have guessed that the elegant Thomas was the son of a merchant; and Thomas’s great ambition at this time was to play a brilliant part in the world where he gained the respect of men and women and lived in comfort and luxury.

When he returned to London he had the manners of a nobleman although he was educated far beyond most of them; and although she clung to her belief in the dreams and portents which she swore had come to her, even his mother had to admit that Thomas appeared to have no inclination towards the Church. Instead he became interested in business and joined the municipal administration of London. Here his alert mind immediately called attention to him and many rich merchants who were friends of his father sought to get him to join them in the management of their businesses.

Mahault was not dismayed, so certain was she of his destiny. For several years she had suffered during the winter from a persistent cough, and the damp mist of the river after the dry sunny climate of her native land was having an ever-worsening effect upon her health. Strangely enough one of her daughters showed a desire for the religious life and was found a place in a convent at Barking; the other married a London merchant. They were happily settled; the only one not was Thomas. That would come, she was convinced. So great was his destiny that he must have experience of many ways of life before he realised it.

He was twenty when Mahault died. He was with her at the end and on his knees told her of his love and gratitude. She lay smiling at him thinking of the day she had first seen Gilbert and had loved him and his God. She would not have had it otherwise, for she believed that everything that had happened to her had been but a preparation for Thomas.

‘God has chosen you, my son,’ she said, her eyes glowing with prophecy. ‘I was brought out of my native land that I might give birth to you.’

And so convincing was she that Thomas believed her; and afterwards in his most trying moments he would remember the conviction in the eyes of his dying mother and a belief in himself would come to him, a belief which refused to accept failure.