looked at Elizabeth. She did not flinch from his appraisal and met his stare without undue effort.
'It appears you have done well, son.' William addressed his compliment to Geoffrey, though he continued to study Elizabeth.
'I am content, my lord,' Geoffrey replied.
'And now to the matter at hand,' William stated. 'Send the accuser in,' he demanded in a loud voice.
He looked from Geoffrey to Elslow and then to Elizabeth again. 'Child, stand with your family while I attend to this matter.'
Elizabeth nodded, quickly genuflected, glanced over at her grandfather and smiled, and then walked to Geoffrey's side. She stood as close to him as she could, letting her arm touch his, and looked back at the king.
For some untold reason, the king laughed, nodding his pleasure several times.
'You have secured her loyalty, Geoffrey,' the king praised.
'Always,' Geoffrey responded. He looked down at Elizabeth and smiled, letting her know his pleasure. Elizabeth felt like she had missed some vital part of the dialogue but dared not question Geoffrey now. Later he would explain why the king seemed so pleased. He certainly seemed to understand what William was thinking.
The squeak of the door caught Elizabeth 's attention and she turned and watched Belwain enter the room. The expression on his face was smug and victorious, and Elizabeth found herself clutching Geoffrey's arm while she held her breath. She realized what she was doing and immediately let go of him.
Geoffrey felt her distress. He casually placed his hand on her shoulder and pulled her against him, willing her to accept some of his strength and courage.
Belwain awkwardly knelt before the king but did not bow his head. William grunted his displeasure and then said, 'Your case against this Elslow is serious. You accuse him of treason but offer no proof of his guilt. I would know your reasons now.'
Belwain stood and pointed his finger at Elslow. 'He is Saxon, and all Saxons are traitors. He has always wanted to regain Montwright, and has tricked your vassal, Geoffrey, into believing he is loyal to you. His motives are false. I know that he has joined the group of rebels against you.'
'You have proof of this accusation?' William demanded, leaning forward.
'I cannot give you proof, for the one who could validate my charge has been killed.'
'Who is this man you speak of?' William asked.
'His name was Rupert, and he was brother-in-law to Geoffrey's wife, Elizabeth. He was Norman.'
'Ah!' William looked at Geoffrey and nodded. 'I have heard the tale of Rupert. Norman or not, he was disloyal to me. You, Belwain, are a fool to use him as your proof.' The king turned to Elslow and said, 'Do you belong to this rebel group?' he demanded.
Elslow shook his head and replied in a clear voice, 'I do not, my lord.'
William grunted again and turned to Geoffrey. 'You believe him?' he asked, his voice softer.
Geoffrey nodded. 'I do.'
'Since there is no proof, I will be content with my vassal's judgment. The case of treason is dismissed. I will not allow a fight to determine the truth but will listen to my loyal knight.'
'But what of Montwright?' Belwain whined. 'It belongs to me. It is my right to have guardianship over the boy until he is of age. Yet he'-Belwain jerked his head toward Geoffrey-'has placed a Saxon in my position. The law is on my side.'
William leaned back in his chair, a frown on his face. Silence reigned as the king considered the problem. Elizabeth directed her gaze toward her grandfather. His anger and disgust over Belwain was apparent, and Elizabeth could tell that he longed to reach out and grab him. His stance was rigid and his hands were held in tight fists. She realized then that she imitated her grandfather, and forced herself to relax.
'It is a difficult decision,' William finally said. 'Geoffrey, you have told me that you do not trust Belwain and have decided to keep the boy with you until he is of age. That is your right,' he added with a nod. 'Yet the question of a Saxon as master of Montwright remains a problem. I am a fair man, and have given a few estates to Saxons, as you well know. Yet now I am having difficulty deciding,' he admitted. 'I do not know this Saxon. You could argue for your side of this question, Geoffrey, but you are like my son and would argue with a Norman heart. And you,' he said, turning to Elslow, 'could argue as the boy's grandfather, but you would speak with a Saxon heart. Pity there is not one who is neither Norman nor Saxon to council me.'
'There is one.' Elizabeth 's voice was clear and forceful. She stepped away from her husband and faced the king. William looked at Elizabeth and nodded for her to continue. 'I am neither Saxon nor Norman,' she said. 'I am both. My father was Norman, full-blooded, and my mother was Saxon. And so I am half of each.' Elizabeth smiled then and added, 'Though my father would often call me Saxon when I disobeyed him, and my mother vowed I was full Norman when I displeased her.'
The puzzled look left the king's face and he smiled. 'Then you will state each side of this case for me and I will decide,' he said. 'First tell me of the Saxon.'
'I will tell you what my mother told me,' Elizabeth replied. She folded her hands together and began, 'By your order, and my father's request, my mother was married to my father and Montwright given over to him. My grandfather left Montwright and moved to London. Shortly after my parents married, my mother ran away. She ran to my grandfather for protection. My grandfather listened to her tales of misery and then promptly took her back to my father. He told my mother that she belonged to my father now and that she was to be loyal to him. A truce was formed between my grandfather and my father, and friendship blossomed. The Saxon branch of my family places great store on loyalty, King William. Elslow knelt before you the day of your coronation and pledged you loyalty, and I know that he would die before he broke that pledge.'
'And now state the case for the Normans,' William suggested. He seemed amused by Elizabeth 's storytelling and gifted her with a smile of encouragement.
'My father was loyal to his lord, Geoffrey, and when he was killed, Geoffrey took control. He married me and righted the damage done. My brother-in-law was behind the deed, and Geoffrey killed him. My husband is most methodical in his thinking, much like my father, and he made sure that he knew the guilty one before acting. I have inherited my impatient nature from my Saxon mother,' Elizabeth admitted, 'but my husband convinced me to be patient. In the end, he promised that justice would be done, and he was right. If you ask me who I am loyal to,' Elizabeth continued, 'I would tell you that I am loyal to my husband and to you, my king.'
'And if I asked you to decide between the Saxon and the Norman?' the king asked.
Elizabeth did not hear the teasing lilt in his voice and frowned. 'I would choose my husband above all others,' she replied immediately. 'Knowing in my heart that my husband would protect Elslow as he protects me. My grandfather, my brother, and I all belong to Geoffrey now, just as we all belong to you. My husband would not harm his family.'
William nodded. 'I think that if all my subjects were as loyal as you, I would have an easy time of it,' he complimented. He looked at Belwain then and said, 'I do not go against my vassal's wishes, Belwain. Your claim is denied.'
Belwain could not contain the gasp of outrage. His face turned a blotchy red and he stared at Elizabeth with eyes full of hatred.
The king ignored Belwain's reaction. His attention turned to Elslow. 'I do not recall your pledge of loyalty but the day of my coronation was full of disorder.'
Elslow grinned. 'I was there and saw the riot,' he admitted.
'Kneel before me now, Saxon, and give me your pledge anew.'
Elslow did as he was requested, placing his hand over his heart. He repeated his vow of loyalty with Geoffrey and Elizabeth as witnesses.
The king seemed content. 'Leave me now,' he commanded. 'Geoffrey, I will speak with you at the dinner hour,' he commanded. 'I would have you at my side.'
'As you wish,' Geoffrey replied. He bowed before his lord and took hold of Elizabeth 's arm.
Husband and wife did not exchange a word until they were almost back to their room. Elslow and Roger had left them, in search of a cool drink and a game of chess.
'Have you a single doubt of my pride in you?' Geoffrey asked when they reached their room. 'You showed great courage, Elizabeth.'
'I have learned it from you,' Elizabeth replied. She entered the room and turned to face her husband. The realization that the torment was over and done with made the room begin to spin.
