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  Earl Marshal

  Book 18 in the Anarchy Series

  By

  Griff Hosker

  Published by Sword Books Ltd 2018

  Copyright © Griff Hosker First Edition

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  Dedicated to three perfect grandchildren: Thomas, Samuel and Isabelle

  The Anarchy Series

  England 1120-1180

  English Knight

  Knight of the Empress

  Northern Knight

  Baron of the North

  Earl

  King Henry’s Champion

  The King is Dead

  Warlord of the North

  Enemy at the Gate

  Fallen Crown

  Warlord's War

  Kingmaker

  Henry II

  Crusader

  The Welsh Marches

  Irish War

  Poisonous Plots

  The Princes’ Revolt

  Earl Marshal

  Alfraed, The Warlord

  Prologue

  I am Alfraed, Earl Marshal of England, former Knight of the Empress and one of the last men left alive from the divisive civil war which had so nearly destroyed England. I had lived longer than most men yet I still felt that I had much left to do. I had made plans and then Brother Peter, a warrior priest, had told me that I was dying. I had been wounded in the recent war with King William of Scotland and there was something in my skull which would kill me. Only he and I knew and I would keep it that way. I did not want those around me to worry. He had told me that the headaches and the periods of weakness would increase and then I would just slip away into a long dark sleep. Until the wound took me I would continue to serve England. I had spent the last fifty years and more protecting England and its kings. I would continue to do so for as long as I drew breath. I had achieved all that I could have wished. My son, William, was now Earl of Cleveland and the most powerful knight in the north. We had, along with King Henry’s illegitimate brother Geoffrey, defeated the Scots completely and captured their King, William. Now King William had sworn an oath to give fealty to King Henry. We ruled five major castles. The northern border was safe and that was the first time I had known it so. Perhaps my wound was the price we had to pay for peace. I had fought the Scots since my father had first brought me to England from Constantinopolis.

  We had helped to quash a rebellion by the King’s ungrateful sons. Sadly, the King’s wife Eleanor had supported her sons and now she was confined to a castle in the south of England where she could not stir up rebellion against her husband. There was a marriage destroyed. I remembered when I had helped to bring them together long years ago. The King now spent more time in France than in England. The French had invaded England during the revolt and King Henry knew that the best way to keep them from our shores was to eat into their lands in France. I was given the task of ensuring that England remained safe and secure while he sought land in the east; he wished land in France.

  Before I left Stockton, probably for the last time, I had decided to take a progress around the land I had defended for so many years. I knew that it would be a hard journey for the land would be filled with ghosts. There were few men left now from those who had first followed my banner when I was a young knight following my father, Ridley, to the Tees Valley. Only Sir Harold of Hartburn was left alive. The rest were all dead. Some, like Dick and Wulfric, were buried in my church close by my wife. Others were on foreign fields or along the borders. We had bled and we had died to keep the borders secure.

  I now have a grandson, Samuel. His wife had recently given birth to my great grandson, Thomas, and I would take Samuel with me on my progress. I had much to tell him before I left this earth. He would be earl when his father died. My family would keep this valley safe for all time. Samuel’s sister, Ruth, would wish to come. Her husband had died in the recent war and, childless, she had dedicated herself to her brother and his family. She was also devoted to me and I knew that she would want to accompany her grandfather on this pilgrimage to the past. I could not allow her to come. We had defeated the Scots but that did not mean there was no danger. The King had come to an agreement with his sons who had rebelled. There was peace, of a sort, in France, Anjou, Normandy and Aquitaine but the King was doing what he did best. He was establishing his authority. Until his sons were brought to heel he and my son would stay in France. My son had only gone with the King because the King had asked for me first and William knew that I was tired. He and I had grown much closer since the time of Geoffrey of Anjou. The other reason for my progress was to show the people who lived along the borders that despite the recent revolt King Henry ruled this land and his Earl Marshal, Alfraed, would ensure that it continued to do so.

  Part One

  Shadows from the past

  Chapter 1

  Stockton

  I still kept a handful of the men at arms and archers who had served me and they acted as my bodyguards but I no longer had a squire. I used Sir Samuel, my grandson as my lieutenant and his squires, Thomas and William looked after my horses and my weapons. I was old and if I had to use my weapons again it would be unlikely that I would survive. My reactions were no longer as quick as they had been and in battle that flaw could be fatal. The pain in my head increased each day and I was more and more unsteady on my feet. Brother Peter had warned me that it would be so. I pretended to drink more and let others think that I was drunk.

  I still lived in Stockton but when I left I would not return. I sent for Samuel. His father, my son, was in France with King Henry. I had two sons, William and King Henry. Now I was the only one who knew that secret for Henry’s mother had taken the secret of our liaison to her grave. Samuel had the look of both William and Henry about him. The castle had an empty feel to it.

  “Yes, Earl Marshal?” He looked like me and, for some inexplicable reason, that pleased me. “You wished to see me.”

  I nodded, “I am going to drag you away from your lovely wife and son.” He smiled. “I will not keep you away for long. I wish to travel to the border and let the border knights know that the Warlord of the North still rules this land. This will be show of power.”

  “I do not mind. I feel guilty about the time allowed to me to be with my son. My father and the other knights fight for the King in France and I enjoy the peace of the valley. Besides I would like to ride the borders in a time of peace. I do not think I have ever enjoyed such a time.”

  “When I have finished the progress, I will leave the north for I have neglected my duties in the south. I intend to ride as far as Norham and then head south. I have to ensure that London is well governed. London is not like England. It is like a whore in a cheap inn. It will open its legs for any who has coin. The King expects me to watch all of his realm and not just the part which is most precious to me.”

  I saw, in his face, disappointment. “You will leave the north? But what of Thomas, my son? When will he hear the tales of your battles?”

  “When you tell him.” He looked crestfallen. “I am old, Samuel. I have outlived all those with whom I shared the trials and tribulations of the struggle to put the crown on King He
nry’s head. Wulfric, Dick, Edward, all of those knights now lie dead. I have outlived my time. I am just grateful that I can speak with you. That is another reason why I ask you to come with me. This will give us time to speak to each other. I would know your mind and I have things to tell you too.”

  He seemed to examine my face for signs of deception. I kept a neutral expression on my face. I hoped he would not see through my eyes and into my heart. He gave me a sad smile, “Then I look forward to the journey and hope that it might never end.”

  The tic inside my head suddenly flared and made me close my eyes. The one thing it would not be would be a long journey. I opened my eyes. “I am taking Sir James with me. I would have you ask Sir Harold if he might wish to come with us. His son, Sir Richard would also be a handy knight to have with us. With your father away, you will need other knights on whom you can rely. There are too many old men now, Sir Tristan, Sir Gilles, Sir John and Sir Philip all spend more time talking about war than fighting. The mantle of Cleveland is a heavy one. You will serve the next King of England and he will need you to lead knights on whom he can rely.”

  “And we just bring our retinues?”

  “Aye but leave enough in the castle to ensure that it is guarded well. This valley is the most precious to me in this whole isle of Britain. I would keep it safe.”

  When he left to organise the horses and men we would need I went to speak with the steward and housekeeper. I had been putting this off for some time but since Brother Peter had given me his news I had stopped procrastination. As I wandered the castle I looked at each stone and step. I stroked each door as I passed through them for I was not sure if I would every return. I took detours which were unnecessary just so that I could see every room: the beer and wine cellars, buttery, the guard rooms, the pages’ chambers. Every room held a special memory to me. I saw the spot on the cellar floor where we had found the murdered priest on that Christmas so long ago that few would even remember it. I saw the room where Alice had helped the young ladies to make the tapestry of Sir Gilles fighting a dragon. I looked out from the gate where I had faced down more enemies than I had greeted friends. I peered down at the ferry which was our lifeline to the south. I found my steward and housekeeper where I knew that I would find them all along. They were both in the kitchens with the cooks.

  My presence in the kitchens was unusual and Alice looked concerned, “Earl? Is aught amiss?”

  “No Alice, I would have a word with the two of you. Come to my solar and bring a jug of wine and three goblets. I wish to drink with you and speak.”

  I could tell that I had taken them unawares. I smiled when they came in to my solar for they had done this hundreds of times before and yet now they looked hesitant and nervous. When Alice had poured the wine, she fingered the necklet I had given her some time ago. It had blue stones and she had been astonished when I had made her the gift.

  “Sit, old friends.” I raised my goblet, “To old friends.”

  They smiled and drank. “Old friends.” They were both on edge. I had never been the sort of distant lord who just saw the livery and not the person but I had never sat and drunk wine with them.

  “I am here to say goodbye. I will be leaving this valley soon and I may not return. I am of an age where I would say goodbye to those I love.” They both looked shocked. “Alice, you have a cottage now close to the Ox Bridge. There is an annuity which will keep you comfortable. You have coin enough. Enjoy your life. William, your son John now acts as steward. Enjoy your grandchildren! You have both more than earned a peaceful retirement.”

  “Where do you go, lord?” William’s voice showed his concern.

  “Fear not, William, I do not go to war. My days of drawing a sword and facing enemies is long past. I have duties to perform for the King. I am getting old and I know not when I will return.” It had been on my lips to be truthful and tell them all but that was unfair of me. They would worry. “We are of an age and know that we do not always have the luxury of a goodbye. I would like to say it now. None of my warriors have been more loyal than you two and my home and family would not be what they are without you. For that I thank you and know that I respect both of you. There are kings and princes who are not worthy to have your loyalty. I appreciate it.”

  Alice could not control herself and she wept. William nodded, “You are right, lord. We are all getting old. I have buried three friends this winter last and who knows when the next will die. It has been an honour for us to serve you. You have done all for us. Our families prosper and there is no safer place to live in the whole of England.”

  I nodded and turned to the still weeping housekeeper, “Come Alice. You should be pleased. You can visit the castle whenever you like but you will not have to serve.”

  She forced a smile, “Lord, I enjoyed serving you and your family but you are right. Time moves on and we all get older. I am happy that you say I can still visit the castle. Master Thomas is a delightful bairn. Sir Samuel and Lady Ruth were older when they came here. I should like to see Master Thomas grow. If the Good Lord allows it.”

  We chatted for a while about the people we had known and then they left me. I clasped William’s arm but the embrace which Alice and I enjoyed was held for the longest time. I kissed her cheek and she smiled like a young girl. I sat alone and looked out on the river. There had been much unsaid but that was ever the way with old friends. When the goblet was empty I wandered down to the stables. Aiden and his two assistants, Edgar and Edward were just returning from their game keeping duties. They had some rabbits slung over their saddles.

  “How are the woods?”

  “Teeming with game. With the Earl away no one has hunted them, my lord. You should take Sir Samuel out for a hunt.”

  I shook my head, “I have duties for the King which will keep me busy. That is why I come to speak with you. I fear that the tasks I have to perform may keep me from my valley for some time. I come to say goodbye.”

  Unlike Alice the three knew better than any that life was fragile. We had all been lucky. Aiden nodded. “The best day of my life, lord was when you and your father bought me as a young slave. You freed me soon enough but even as a slave my life was good. I thank you. I would not have had such a long life but for you. It has been a joyful life. Even though you have become a powerful man you have never changed. You are still the easy young knight I first met. Many lords change but not you. You have made me as part of your family. I have enjoyed helping to make the Earl and Sir Samuel into warriors.”

  “And yet you had no children of your own.”

  He laughed, “None that I know of. But I had Edgar and Edward and their sons. They suffice. I have helped to train them too. I know that there will be men to follow Sir William and Sir Samuel long after I am gone.” I held out my arm and he clasped it, “You take care, my lord. You are a good man and that is rare.”

  Edgar and Edward, who had been two orphans I had taken under my wing, also clasped my arm. “It is the like of you three who are England. It is not the knights with the armour and the banners. It is not the merchants counting their coins or the priests seeking riches. It is men like you. I have been honoured to fight alongside Englishmen and there is no greater honour.”

  My goodbyes said, I could put the rest of my affairs in order. William came to write down my instructions. When I was gone I wanted none to question my bequests. I summoned Brother Peter to be witness. When William had gone and I was alone with the only man who knew of my ailment I asked, “Will I become worse as time goes on?”

  “That I cannot say with certainty. I believe it is likely. All that I know is I saw something untoward inside your skull and I know that you have had spells where you lost control of your actions. That may worsen. I do not know for sure. I would be happier if some other knew your ailment.”

  “No, Brother Peter, I would not burden them. I ride with Sir Harold and my grandson. When we have visited the borders, we will head for London. There I hope to see William Marshal. Wi
th the King in France he needs to know that I will not be able to help him much.”

  “You will tell the Earl?”

  I laughed, “I will tell the Earl that I am old! He will work the rest out for himself.”

  “Then before you go I will give you a draught. It is something we brought back from the Holy Land. It helps to numb pain and to ensure that you sleep. Do not take too much or it can be fatal.” There was a knowing look on his face.

  I nodded, “Then I will be careful and measure out each dose. There is not too much pain at the moment. I shall save it for the future.”

  My last visit was to the streets of my town. It had grown immeasurably since I had first Arrived. The single blacksmith’s forge of Alf had now become workshops producing high quality metal. The tanners provided many cargoes to be sent abroad. I went to visit Alf. He no longer worked. He had suffered an illness which left one side of his body and face frozen as though cursed. It did not change his mind which was as sharp as ever.

  His daughter was flustered when I arrived at his home, “My lord! We were not expecting you and…”

  “Sarah, it is the Warlord. He comes and goes as he chooses and he has visited me in meaner quarters than this. Fetch some ale from the ale wife.” She bobbed her head to me and fled. He smiled, “When her husband was killed it gave me someone to watch over me but his death made her to me a nervous fey thing. Sit, my lord.”

  I waved a hand at his house. The only finer one was Ethelred’s. “You have done well for yourself.”

  He nodded, “My sons all have fine homes and Sarah will have this when I am gone and that will not be too far in the future.”

  She returned with the ale. Mary was a good ale wife. Her husband had been one of my men at arms. We were all connected in some way. I raised my goblets, “To those who have gone before.”