Chapter 5: Edward’s Decisions
October, 1284
“Speak.” Edward commanded of the doctor standing before him and his wife. Their son Alphonso lay sleeping on the bed next to them, and their other son Edward was in a cot in the other room, guarded by three of the best men Edward knew.
“Sire, I have examined the Prince and have followed all procedures, the illness that affected him two months’ prior has gone.” The Doctor, a man named Dee said.
“You are sure?” Edward demanded. He had nearly lost another son, Alphonso the boy who promised to be the greatest King of them all.
“I am sure, Sire. Everything I have done and everything I have read indicates that the Prince will live.” The Doctor replied.
“Why did he fall ill?” Eleanor asked, looking between him and the Doctor. “We had followed your instructions and ensured he was kept away from damp environments.”
“I believe it might have been something he ate, my Queen. There are symptoms like this that are quite present in parts of the West coast, which display themselves as a deep sickness. Thankfully it was caught early and the right cures were applied.” The Doctor said.
“How can we make it so that he does not fall ill like this again?” Eleanor demanded.
Edward was about to answer that such a thing would not be possible, that it would be up to God to decide, but the Doctor spoke and surprised him. “Change the sort of food he eats, my Queen, replace certain things with more meat and ensure he gets a good helping of fruits. Oranges would be the best thing. That is all I can suggest.”
Edward rose, Eleanor with him and he opened the door. “Thank you, Doctor. Speak with my chamberlain about payment.”
The doctor bowed his head and said. “Sire, I am doing my duty, I do not require payment.” With that he bowed, straightened and then left.
Edward watched him go and then said to the guards. “Nobody is to disturb us until I say otherwise.
“Yes, Sire.” The guards both said.
Edward closed the door and then hugged Eleanor. “Thank goodness.” Eleanor said into his chest.
Edward pulled back and together they moved into the study which linked the two rooms. “We shall need to decide when to hold the marriage, the Count of Holland was willing to wait until Alphonso was better, but now that he is we must have the marriage as soon as possible.”
Eleanor needed. “The sooner the better, perhaps having it in the next month or two before Michaelmas would be the best.”
“Would that be right?” Edward asked. “The conditions are quite unpredictable at this time of year. We would also need to be back in London by then.”
“The doctor said he was okay to travel, furthermore, they would not need to consummate the marriage immediately, get the ceremony done and made official, then let them get to know one another.” Eleanor said.
Edward smiled at his wife. “As we did.” Those had been some of the most fun times of his life, getting to know Eleanor and getting to know what it was like to fall in love.
“Like we did.” His wife agreed.
They sat in companionable silence for some time after that, Eleanor reading something or the other, and Edward sifting through some documents. His time in Wales had been productive, the rebels were dead, and the Welsh had accepted his authority, some of the lords were also gaining lands in the place, to serve as administrators here. He had toyed with naming his brother by marriage a Welsh lord, but had decided against it, he did not need the King of Scots involved in Wales as well.
Eventually, he broke the silence and said. “I am going to name Alphonso, Prince of Wales. I intend to conduct a ceremony here in Caernarvon before we leave.”
“To show the Welsh that they are official the heir’s people and therefore subject to the crown?” Eleanor asked.
“Yes.” Edward responded, his wife always knew his reasons for doing things, it was one of the things he loved about her.
“A wise move, though perhaps we should wait a week or so before embarking on such a thing. We do not want to strain Alphonso.” Eleanor said.
“Indeed, we can write to the Count of Holland from here, and then make our way through.” Edward surmised.
“What month?” Eleanor asked.
“I think December, allow the Count to see the splendour of London during Michaelmas.” Edward said.
Eleanor smiled. “I think that is perfect.”