In their apartments he told her of his successes at sea— avoiding that part in which the squadron of which he had been in charge had been scattered by a storm.

'I am going out to aid the Duke of Brittany/ he explained. 'He is handing over the Castle of Brest to us for as long as the

war shall last. But the French will take it unless I get there in time to hold it.'

'You will do that,' she said. 1 trust Richard is grateful for all you do for him.'

'Grateful! He takes everything as his right and knows little of affairs. He's nothing but a boy. A boy King of England I*

'There should have been a Regency,' said Eleanor.

'Ah my dear, you speak truth there.'

'Though Lancaster would have been in command you may be sure.'

'He would have tried to be. I should have stopped that.'

Eleanor nodded sagely. There was little love between the two brothers. John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster was as ambitious as his brother. Both bitterly resented the fact that they had not been the eldest of Edward's sons. It would have been different if the Black Prince had lived. He would have stepped naturally onto the throne and there would have been no question of his right to be there. But his son, this young boy —delicate and effeminate—was quite unsuited to the destiny thrust upon him; and it was particularly galling that it should be so when Edward the Third had had other sons than the Black Prince. John of Gaunt and Thomas of Woodstock believed that they were more suited to take the crown. As for the third brother, Edmund of Langley, he was not ambitious, preferring to live quietly in the country. But John and Thomas were constantly jostling for power and it was galling to both of them to have to accept their puny nephew as their King.

Thomas was a man who brooded on his wrongs; he could never forget nor forgive a slight; and when John of Gaunt had put forward his own son Henry of Bolingbroke for the Order of the Garter and their late father Edward the Third had bestowed it on him, Thomas had been consumed by hatred of his brother—for there had been two candidates for the Order, Thomas himself and Henry of Bolingbroke and to get it for his son, John of Gaunt had had to push aside his brother.

No, that was something which would never be forgiven.

'Well, my dear,' he said, 'my stay here is a brief one. By the time I return our little one will be born.*

'You shall have news as soon as the child arrives,' Eleanor promised. 'How I hope that this time it will be a boyi'

*If not, there is plenty of time for us. Take care of yourself, my dear. And Mary ... has she given any indication yet?'

1 am hopeful that she will soon do so.' She is happy in the convent. But the Abbess thinks she should wait awhile and not make a hasty decision.'

'The Abbess should be about her own business.'

*It may be that she would consider Mary's taking her vows as her business.'

'Once she has taken them, yes. The girl must be persuaded.'

1 am doing my best. She is young yet, and if we can only persuade her before ...'

Eleanor frowned and Thomas said: 'You are thinking of fortune hunters. My dear wife, none could marry her without consulting us.'

'You have forgotten your brother. He is her guardian.'

'He is occupied with other matters. He spends a great deal of time with his mistress. I wonder what it is this Catherine Swynford has to cast such a spell on him. There is no doubt that he is bewitched by the woman.'

'You think she is a witch ...'

Thomas shrugged his shoulders. 'If she had been she would have made him marry her doubtless. He knew her when Blanche died. But he married Constanza, did he not?'

'Because he hoped for the crown of Castile.'

'Yes, John has matters to occupy him. I doubt he gives much thought to little Mary de Bohun.'

'Then it is really just a matter of persuading Mary.'

'The day will come,' prophesied Thomas, 'when she enters her convent and then everything will be ours, my dear.'

His eyes glistened at the thought. So did Eleanor's.

She would persuade Mary in time. She had always persuaded Mary.

Thomas left for France. Mary returned to her lessons at the convent. She had become very much aware of everything around her, and she was beginning to believe that the peace of the convent would be very desirable.

John of Gaunt had come to Arundel Castle where he was being entertained by his good friends, the Earl and Countess. John had recently returned from Scotland where he had

negotiated peace with the Scots and he had taken with him his eldest son Henry of Bolingbroke. Henry was some fourteen years of age, a good-looking sturdy boy and his father was proud of him.

Soon, he had thought, I must find a suitable bride for him. It would be someone who could bring him wealth. That was necessary. The richer a man was the more power he had. His brother Thomas had done very well for himself with the Bohun heiress. Those Bohun girls would be two of the richest in the kingdom. It was small wonder that Thomas had become very smug since his marriage.

John was very well aware of the extent of the Bohun fortune, the younger girl being his ward. The King had bestowed this gift on him—for gift it was, as the wardship carried with it a grant of five thousand marks and Richard had given it to him as compensation for some payments which were due to him. Thomas had been displeased about that. John smiled grimly at the memory of Thomas's disquiet. No doubt he did not want his brother to know too much about the de Bohun inheritance. Moreover it gave John a command over Mary's future.

As he rode up the high circular knoll on which the castle stood, his thoughts were on his brother and he wondered what mischief he was concocting now. Across the drawbridge under the portcullis into the castle he went where the Earl was waiting to greet him. John of Gaunt was the most powerful man in the land—under the King; and Richard as yet was but a boy.

It was the Countess who had brought up the subject of the de Bohun girls. She was their aunt and she was very interested in their future because she had heard a rumour that the younger was thinking of going into a convent.

They had eaten dinner and the minstrels were playing in the gallery; much good wine had been drunk and the conversation was of a desultory nature.

'You are my niece's guardian, my lord Lancaster,' said the Countess. *I doubt not you would have been informed if Mary had made her decision to take the veil.'

*I have heard nothing of it,' replied John. 'And I think the girl is too young to make such a decision.'

*I doubt not,' put in the Earl, 'that she is being gently persuaded that the convent life is for her.'

'Persuaded I' cried the Countess.

'Well,' said the Earl, 'look what Buckingham would gain by such a measure. Not a half of the de Bohun estates but the whole would fall to Eleanor. She is a lady with her wits about her, so I have heard. And Thomas has a nose for money. But, my lord Lancaster, she would need your consent.'

1 should not give it unless it was the girl's own wish,* John replied.

'I am glad to hear you say that,' said the Countess. 'She is ten years old. Girls of that age can be filled with ideals. They can make a decision before they understand what it is all about, particularly if they are discreetly jostled into it.'

*I shall go and visit her,' said John. 1 shall see for myself what it is all about.'

'I believe Eleanor is a very forceful young woman,' explained the Countess. 'When she sets her mind to something she works hard to get it. Mary is gentle—the beauty of the family. Such a pretty little thing. I confess I should hate to see her shut away with the Poor Clares. And think of all that money I'

1 am thinking of it,' said John. 'That is why I shall go to see her.'