whore, drink, lecher and toady to your Edward and I knew that I was a better man. In 1238 Alexander Ill's father promised me the crown but then he married again and begat Alexander, the third of that name, and the cup was dashed from my lips. Then Alexander became king, with no living heir and married his French paramour, lusting after her, proclaiming he would beget an heir. Well,' Bruce suddenly stopped, recollecting where he was and to whom he was speaking. He stared dully at Corbett. 'Get out, Master Corbett!' he waved his hand. 'Go! Go now!' Corbett nudged the gawking Ranulf, rose, bowed and, followed by Brace's retainers, swept out of the room.
The retinue accompanied Corbett and Ranulf out of Leith and on to the now darkening track to Edinburgh.They exchanged insults with Ranulf and then turned back. Corbett heaved a sigh of relief, told Ranulf to keep his questions to himself and, head down, rode quietly along turning over in his mind what Bruce had told him. An angry, embittered man, Corbett concluded, who had no love for King Alexander. Indeed, he had good cause to benefit from his death, yet, Corbett reasoned, he was only one among many.
It was dark when they reached the outskirts of Edinburgh. Corbett relaxed, the thoroughfare was busy as carts, traders and farmers trudged home. Suddenly there was a commotion, confusion and curses as an empty cart overturned, the horse plunging and rearing in its traces with no sign of the driver. Corbett and Ranulf, riding abreast, stopped and gazed at the chaos. Two figures who had been walking ahead of them, suddenly turned and came sauntering back. Corbett saw them and straightened in his saddle. There was something wrong. He caught a glimpse of steel. He grabbed the reins of Ranulf s garron, and kicked his own into a canter. The two men were knocked aside as Corbett swung round the overturned wagon and broke into a gallop, clinging to his horse and hoping it would keep its feet on the rough rutted track. As soon as they were amongst the shuttered houses of Edinburgh, Corbett slowed down and turned to grin at the pale, terrified face of Ranulf. 'Don't ask me who they were,' he said. 'I don't know. They may have even been friendly but I remembered the old saying, 'On a dark lonely road, one never meets a friend'.' Ranulf nodded and promptly vomited, leaning over his horse's head as his stomach gave vent to its sudden fear. Corbett smiled; a few minutes later he wished he hadn't, for he too was sick and was still trembling when they safely reached the abbey gates.
NINE
The next morning the Prior brought a letter for Corbett; a simple note which said that Benstede had been attacked by unknown assailants the previous morning, that he was safe but advised Corbett to be most cautious. Corbett quietly vowed he would. He washed, dressed and took Ranulf down to the refectory for bread, cheese, a little ripe fruit and some watered wine. Afterwards, he ensured the men who had accompanied him to Scotland were well before sending Ranulf off to wash their clothes and busy himself about the abbey.
Corbett returned to his cell, carefully bolted the door and drew from a large leather pouch, parchment, pumice-stone, inkhorn, quill pens, a long thin razor-edged knife and a wad of red sealing-wax. He unrolled the parchment, scrubbed it with the pumice-stone and gently blew the fragments away, dipped his quill into the unclasped inkhorn and began to draft a letter to Burnell. It took hours and it was not until the late afternoon that he began the final copy.
'Hugh Corbett, clerk to Robert Burnell, Bishop of Bath and Wells, Chancellor, greetings. I have continued to stay at the Abbey of Holy Rood involved in the matter assigned to me. Let me first say that rumour and gossip abound, many shadows but so far very little substance. Common report now believes that Alexander III, King of Scotland, accidentally fell to his death from Kinghorn Ness on 18th March 1286. The King had convened a special meeting of the Council to discuss the imprisonment of a Galloway baron in England. The meeting was attended by the principal barons, both lay and ecclesiastic, of the kingdom. The King came in, sullen and withdrawn, but his mood changed rapidly. The business of the Council was soon dealt with and merged into general feasting when the King surprised everyone by announcing he intended to join the Queen at Kinghorn. Many remonstrated with him for a howling storm was raging outside, it was night and the journey was a dangerous one. The King brushed this opposition aside and left, taking two body squires with him, Patrick Seton and Thomas Erceldoun. They rode to Queensferry and persuaded the master boatman, against his better judgement, to ferry them across the Firth of Forth to Inverkeithing. They arrived safely and were met by the royal purveyor from Kinghorn (also called Alexander) who had brought horses down to the beach for the royal party; these included the King's favourite, a white mare called Tamesin which he had left at Kinghorn for the Queen's own use. The purveyor also attempted to reason with the King but to no avail. His Grace rode off. One of the grooms, Seton (a reputed lover of the King), knew the paths well and, in the darkness, somehow got far in advance of the King and so reached Kinghorn Manor. Erceldoun fared much worse. He could not control his horse which finally bolted so he and the royal purveyor stayed drinking in Inverkeithing. Meanwhile, King Alexander reached the top of Kinghorn Ness where both rider and horse toppled over the cliff to their deaths.
The next morning a search-party found the corpses on the sand below. The King's neck was broken, his face almost unrecognisable, his body a mass of bruises. The royal physician dressed the corpse for burial and it was interred eleven days later at Jedburgh. A Council of Regency was set up to supervise affairs: the Queen is pregnant and, if nothing comes of it, the Council will ensure that the crown of Scotland passes to Alexander Ill's granddaughter, Princess Margaret of Norway. However, there are others, notably the Bruces, who are more than prepared to advance their own claims to the throne. The real subject of my mission is the death of Alexander and certain conclusions can now be reached regarding it: Item – Alexander III was well-known for his mad galloping around the countryside in pursuit of some lady. There is no reason why he should treat a new bride any different.
Item – On the night of March 18th, there was a fierce storm; Alexander was not drunk but he had been drinking heavily. Moreover, he was riding a dangerous path. It may well be pointed out that he could have taken a safer route but this was not possible. Kinghorn is near the waters of the Forth, its most accessible route is the cliff-top track. The King could have ridden further inland, but he would have lost his way on the wild, grassy moorland which conceals marsh and bog to trap the unwary traveller. Consequently, Alexander followed the usual route, albeit in very dangerous circumstances. There may be a number of explanations for Alexander's death. Item – It was an accident. The King's horse, given all the conditions described above, could well have slipped and tumbled over the cliffs, taking his rider with him. Item – It may have been brought about by negligence. The purveyor, Alexander, is a drunkard. He could have resented being called out on such a dark, stormy night, not saddled the King's horse properly and this caused the accident on Kinghorn Ness. Yet, if this is so, why did the accident not happen earlier? And would such negligence have taken both horse and rider over the cliff's edge? Item – Did Alexander III die on Kinghorn Ness or was it some cunning stratagem of the King? Alexander III was known for his love of disguises, masques and jests. Did he arrange his mock death for some secret reason? I appreciate that this is a fantasy and there is no real proof for it. Moreover, the accident occurred over two months ago and no one has any reason to refute the obvious, that the King is dead and lies buried at Jedburgh Abbey. Item – King Alexander III was murdered by Person or Persons unknown though for what reasons, and by what means, are still a mystery. A number of unexplained factors make this a possibility.
Item – Why did the King leave Edinburgh on such a night just to be with his Queen? He could have waited till the morning. If it was lust, there were other ladies ready and willing. If it was love, why was Queen Yolande so calm and not grief-stricken by his death?
Item – The King arrived sullen to the Council meeting, convened for the most petty of reasons, then suddenly his mood changed, he became joyful, happy as a groom on his wedding night. What happened to cause this? Item – The most mysterious aspect of this is that there is no evidence that when the King came to the Council meeting he intended to leave but decided to do so there and then. However, messages had already been sent to Kinghorn instructing the purveyor to be on the beach with horses ready for the King, hours before the Council convened. Who sent these orders and how did they cross the Forth?
Finally, there are the prophecies of Alexander's imminent death which were circulating weeks before his death. What were the sources of these predictions? If it was murder (and I have slender evidence that it was) then, my Lord, let us remember Cicero's question – 'Cui bono'.? Who would profit from it? Bruce, bitter at the crown being taken from him in 1238? Resentful at Alexander and fearful that the King might beget an heir by his new queen and so lose for a second time the opportunity to advance the claims of his own house?
Yolande, his queen, who could not even be bothered to inspect her dead husband's corpse but keeps herself
