that would keep me from the Dane.
âA sign?â
âI do not want to act in disobedience, to do something contrary to Godâs will.â I feared that possibility even more than I feared wedding the Dane. To do so would bring swift and certain punishment. âI simply wish to know it is the right thing to do.â The archbishop had placed the future of Christendom upon my shoulders, and it seemed too weighty a burden to bear. But if this destiny was indeed the design of Providence, then what else could I do but make my peace with it?
âButâ¦how could it not be Godâs will? Think of it, Gisele. The conversion of an entire people!â
âWould you give me leave to inquire of Saint Catherine? At the abbey in Rochemont?â
His frown deepened.
âJust to ease my mind, so I may be certain?â God himself might not deign to reveal His will to me, but Saint Catherine might. âWhat harm could there be in my going?â
âWhy Saint Catherine? Why that abbey?â
âI just wishâ¦â I wished, for the first time in my memory, that I was not a kingâs daughter, that I was not a princess, and that my mother had taken me with her when she had fled the court. I wished I was exactly as the ignominy of my birth should have decreed: I wished I was no one at all. But how could I say that without sounding ungrateful or offending my father, the king? âThe abbey is my dower.â It was the only thing of value I possessed. âAnd if I marry the paganâ¦â
He sighed as his frown eased.
If I married the pagan, I had little hope I would ever be allowed to go there again.
I had traveled there once before. In that place of lofty heights and quiet contemplation, I had known a peace I had never felt before. There, I could pray to Saint Catherine and kiss her relic, she of a noble and pure heart who never ceased to advocate on behalf of maidens and those who died a sudden death. But more than that, I was almost certain if I could just talk to one of the nuns againânot the abbess herself, but the nun who tended the relicâshe could calm this fear, soothe this panic that threatened to undo me. Had she not done so before? Had she not had just the right words when I had entertained hopes of abandoning the court? And whether I ought to remain a virgin or sacrifice myself to the heathen, Saint Catherine would not fail to tell me what to do. After that, I would pray for the strength to accept whatever my future held.
âWhy could you not just pray at the cathedral in Rouen?â
âBecause I want to pray to Saint Catherine.â I had cried enough tears the night before. How could I possess still more? And why could I not keep them from staining my voice? âEven ifâ¦â Even if. Even if it meant a long journey to the east and the south. Even if the archbishop would not like it. Even if, in the end, it would change nothing. I took in a great breath and tried once more. âThe Danes have asked for a three-month truce. Surely I could make it there and back by then.â
âItâs far too late in the yearââ A servant was approaching. Father accepted a cup of wine from him.
I held my breath as he took a drink.
âBut then why should you not be allowed to ease your mind?â
Praise God and all His angels!
âI am to meet the chieftain this morning.â He took another sip. âYou will come with me andââ
âWhy must Iââ
âBecause I say so!â
I took a step backward, away from his wrath.
He closed his eyes for a long moment. When he opened them, he looked even more wearied and worn than he had before. âBecause I say so, and it is I who wear the crown and I who sit on the throne of this kingdom. Will no one obey me simply because it is their duty? Must I always and forever explain myself? What other king has ruled a people so stubborn and stiff-necked as these!â
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