picture he painted tortured her. She bit her lip, trying to control her grief, but hot tears ran down her face.
He was remorseless. "I'm not going to waste my life loving you," he said, and she felt as if he had stabbed her. "Leave the nunnery now, or stay there for ever."
She tried to look steadily at him. "I won't forget you. I will always love you."
"But not enough."
She was silent for a long moment. It wasn't like that, she knew. Her love was not weak or inadequate. It just presented her with impossible choices. But there seemed no point in arguing. "Is that what you really believe?" she said.
"It seems obvious."
She nodded, though she did not really agree. "I'm sorry," she said. "More sorry than I have ever been in my whole life."
"So am I," he said, and he turned away and walked out of the building.
Chapter 75
Sir Gregory Longfellow at last went back to London, but he returned surprisingly quickly, as if he had bounced off the wall of that great city like a football. He showed up at Tench Hall at supper time looking harassed, breathing hard through his flared nostrils, his long grey hair matted with perspiration. He walked in with something less than his usual air of being in command of all men and beasts that crossed his path. Ralph and Alan were standing by a window, looking at a new broad-bladed style of dagger called a basilard. Without speaking, Gregory threw his tall figure into Ralph's big carved chair: whatever might have happened, he was still too grand to wait for an invitation to sit.
Ralph and Alan stared at him expectantly. Ralph's mother sniffed censoriously: she disliked bad manners.
Finally Gregory said: "The king does not like to be disobeyed."
That scared Ralph.
He looked anxiously at Gregory, and asked himself what he had done that could possibly be interpreted as disobedient by the king. He could think of nothing. Nervously he said: "I'm sorry his majesty is displeased - I hope it's not with me."
"You're involved," Gregory said with annoying vagueness. "And so am I. The king feels that when his wishes are frustrated it sets a bad precedent."
"I quite agree."
"That is why you and I are going to leave here tomorrow, ride to Earlscastle, see the Lady Philippa, and make her marry you."
So that was it. Ralph was mainly relieved. He could not be held responsible for Philippa's recalcitrance, in all fairness - not that fairness made much difference to kings. But, reading between the lines, he guessed that the person taking the blame was Gregory, and so Gregory was now determined to rescue the king's plan and redeem himself.
There was fury and malice in Gregory's expression. He said: "By the time I have finished with her, I promise you, she will beg you to marry her."
Ralph could not imagine how this was to be achieved. As Philippa herself had pointed out, you could lead a woman up the aisle but you could not force her to say "I do". He said to Gregory: "Someone told me that a widow's right to refuse remarriage is actually guaranteed by Magna Carta."
Gregory gave him a malevolent look. "Don't remind me. I made the mistake of mentioning that to his majesty."
Ralph wondered, in that case, what threats or promises Gregory planned to use to bend Philippa to his will. Himself, he could think of no way to marry her short of abducting her by force, and carrying her off to some isolated church where a generously bribed priest would turn a deaf ear to her cries of "No, never!"
They set off early next morning with a small entourage. It was harvest time and, in the North Field, the men were reaping tall stalks of rye while the women followed behind, binding the sheaves.
Lately Ralph had spent more time worrying about the harvest than about Philippa. This was not because of the weather, which was fine, but the plague. He had too few tenants and almost no labourers. Many had been stolen from him by unscrupulous landlords such as Prioress Caris, who seduced other lords' men by offering high wages and attractive tenancies. In desperation, Ralph had given some of his serfs free tenancies, which meant they had no obligation to work on his land - an arrangement that left Ralph denuded of labour at harvest time. In consequence, it was likely that some of his crops would rot in the fields.
However,