Alice knew another watcher, a boy living in her father’s enclave, a strange character two, perhaps three years older than she was, who liked to watch while other people did those things, and Alice had once watched him as he pleasured himself openly while they did. She had asked about him later, and discovered that he had absolutely no desire to share the act with a girl. His friends laughed at him because of it and called him names, but he made no attempt to change. He enjoyed watching people copulating, and made no secret of it or of how it excited him, and Alice had been surprised to hear how many people encouraged him and even seemed to enjoy having him watch them as they did it. Grosbec, Alice now knew, was a watcher, but more important than simply knowing that, she now realized that Morfia knew it, too, and was using the knowledge for her own purposes.
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bec met once more in the chapel that same afternoon.
This time, Alice was physically thrilled by the awareness that she knew what to look for. She saw the increasing tension in Grosbec’s posture as he gazed at Morfia’s seated form, but then Morfia rose and moved forward to the altar, where she lit a number of votive candles.
Alice knew, beyond a doubt, that this was a deliberate display of gratitude and a reward to the old bishop, because as the Countess bent forward to select the candles and then stretched upwards to place them high on the rack, at the very top of the candelabrum’s arms, her body and its movements were highly provocative, and the effect on Grosbec was immediate. And afterwards, when he had straightened up and squared his shoulders, she knew to the nearest heartbeat the exact moment when Morfia would turn around. This time, however, the Countess smiled openly at the elderly bishop.
“Thank you, my friend, for all your efforts on my behalf in resolving this matter. They will not go unrewarded. Unfortunately, the successful outcome of all our planning has already begun to effect additional demands on my time and attention, and I regret that our delightful times together, times that I have come to enjoy very much over the past month, may be few and far between in the future. I will make sure, however, that you and I see each other again before you depart for France at the end of this month. In the meantime, you have my gratitude.”
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not surprisingly, that all the tales she had heard about sexual pursuits being pleasurable were true, and once she had sampled the first fruits of success, with her short-lived and remarkably easy conquest of Bishop Grosbec soon before his departure for France, she rapidly developed the kind of confidence to proceed with all the courage of her convictions. It was her mother’s condoning of the lecherous Bishop Grosbec’s behavior in her private chapel, however, that gave Alice the insight she needed to defy Morfia from then on, for the knowledge that her supposedly saintly mother was not above being hypocritical was a solid endorsement to Alice’s determination to play her mother’s game, and to play it blatantly and without any trace of hypocrisy, knowing that her mother would be appalled if she ever heard a word about her daughter’s outrageous behavior.
And thus a pattern of living was set within Count Baldwin’s family: Alice simply stopped making any pretense of being civil or obedient to her mother, and in response, Morfia intensified her disapproval of Alice, crit-icizing the girl bitterly and loudly at every opportunity.
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own ends while, unknown to her, her daughter did the same, focusing all her ambitions and her intellectual energies upon the someday theft of her sister’s birthright, while she directed her sexual energies towards the acquisition of unassailable power over men, and to her own pleasurable and vengeful defiance of her mother the Countess.
And then had come the death of King Baldwin I of Jerusalem, and the surprising offer of his crown to her own father, who had become King Baldwin II, thereby promoting his wife to the status of Queen, and inspiring his younger daughter’s ambitions to seek higher heights than ever before, for now Alice was determined to be Queen of Jerusalem one day.
Until she set eyes on the novice knight monk Brother Stephen, however, Alice had never really sought out any man for the sheer pleasure of anticipating the enjoyment of him, but this man was a monk, and therefore an idealist, and was also attractively strong and virile in his every look and movement. That was enough to spark a new kind of lust in the King’s daughter, and she set out to have him.
THREE
In the course of the six weeks that followed their initial meeting, Stephen St. Clair met the princess three more times, apparently by sheerest accident on each occasion. Unworldly as he was, it did not occur to him that Alice might be having him watched, tracing his movements so that she might intercept him whenever she so wished, and he would have been genuinely shocked had anyone suggested to him that she might have any prurient interest in him as a man. But even he, unsophisticated and self-effacing as he was, admitted wonder at the frequency with which he saw the princess during that time, particularly because she was seldom far from his mind and was unwittingly causing him a degree of embarrassment. He had taken to dreaming of her and spilling his seed involuntarily in the night, and whereas there was nothing new in that, he had seldom if ever in 382
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the past recalled any specific dream triggering such episodes. They had always been unsettling and vaguely troubling, noticeable only from the evidence they left in passing. Now, however, he had sprung awake shuddering with release several times, with the vision of the princess’s face filling his mind, along with the devastatingly tactile but impossible memory of friction, and her flesh burning against his.
The experience, and his inability to prevent it or even to put it from his mind during the day, had begun to cause him grave concern, so that he had determined to seek out a priest and confess to what he believed must be grievous sins. He had not yet done that, because of his training in the Order, but his awareness of the need to do it—to purge himself of the guilt he was feeling—contributed greatly to his reactions to Alice when he found himself face to face with her. The first time, on the morning after his first clearly recalled dream of her, he had not been able to look her in the eye, and his embarrassment would not allow him to speak to her at all.
Alice’s amusement at his pitiable shyness was almost completely genuine, but she had cut the interview short, releasing him to his misery.
The second meeting had been much the same, except that this time St. Clair had managed to stammer out a few words in answer to several of Alice’s questions. Once again, however, Alice had decided that it was not yet time for her to press ahead with her designs for the young knight, and so she had concentrated simply but intently upon making him feel at ease in her company, and lulling 384
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him into a belief, eventually, that her feigned interest in his brethren and their activities was genuine.
She was more than three years his junior, eighteen years old to his one-and-twenty, but in life experience Alice le Bourcq was decades older than he was. St. Clair was a virgin; his entire life, lived away from women and dominated by the pious and dedicated men among whom he had been reared in damp, dreary England, had left him ill prepared to deal with feminine beauty. Alice, on the other hand, exulted in the power she could exercise over men, seducing whomever she wished to suborn, but never permitting herself to be seduced, finding great pleasure even in that aspect of her control. She was the architect and arranger of her sexual affairs and she had never encountered failure or resistance.
Now, however, with this attractive but infuriatingly awkward monk, she found herself at a loss, unsure of what to do next, or even of what to say to him, for she had seen with her own eyes that, whenever she ventured into conversational territory with which he was unfamiliar, he tended to panic, and his ability to speak dried up completely. She had no way of knowing that he was terrified to speak for fear of saying something that might betray his lustful thoughts, but she knew that he was eager to spend time with her, because the joy that sprang into his face each time he saw her was impossible to misunderstand. And so she persevered in her assault on him, seething inwardly with impatience, while he squirmed with guilt-ridden pleasure.
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Alice beyond amused tolerance and into anger. She had set spies to watch for St. Clair’s return from a long patrol, and she knew from previous observation what his activities would be upon his return to the monks’ dwelling place in the temple stables. He would report to his superiors, after which he would sleep for an entire day, re-couping the strength he had depleted through long days of riding beneath the desert sun, and then on the next day, he would walk to the marketplace outside the city walls, by the southwestern gate, where he would spend the morning wandering among the stalls, eating and drinking hugely of the variety of food and beverages available. Later, having sated himself on rich food and the sweet, syrupy drinks and sparkling sherbets of the local vendors, he would make his way back to the Temple Mount, where he would vanish for days on end, doing whatever he and his fellow monks did in the darkness of their quarters, until the time came around again for him to ride out on a new patrol. He was as predictable as sunrise and nightfall, his routine never varying, his route to and from the marketplace the same every time.
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in the ways of the marketplace to betray that awareness, and too accustomed to the blessings of Allah’s compassion to take her lack of concentration as other than what it was, a beneficence. The princess had already paid exor-bitantly for two rugs that she would not even have considered on any other day, and it was clear to the old merchant, from the way her eyes strayed constantly to the people passing in the street outside his stall, that she had no interest in his goods on this day, but was merely using his premises, waiting for someone to come along.
And so, aware that he had already profited well from her preoccupation, he left her and climbed up to the platform that held his proprietorial chair and permitted him to overlook his entire stall. There he stood patiently waiting to see what would develop, allowing her to pretend to be examining his wares while he, standing above her, was able to peer over the hanging racks of his rugs and scan the crowded street outside.
He had no idea whom she might be expecting, but there was not the slightest doubt in Suleiman’s mind that she was waiting for a man. Gazing out at the crowd, therefore, he wondered idly if he might perhaps be able to identify the man she was waiting for before she herself saw the fellow coming, for his vantage point was far superior to hers. And then he saw a towering figure at the far end of the street, head and shoulders taller than everyone around him, and he knew he had no need to wonder further. The approaching man was a gigantic young yellow-haired
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eyes, could see them from fifty paces, and as he passed among the crowd, every head turned to watch him go by.
Suleiman watched the princess, aware that she had not yet had the time or opportunity to notice the man approaching. She was an alluring young woman, this Princess of the Franks, and paradoxically she was well regarded among the local people, Suleiman’s people, many of whom could barely stomach the sight of the
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