“Don’t go through with this, Eustace,” Fulques de Montaigu, Bishop of Limassol and the younger brother of the Archbishop of Nicosia, warned. The brothers were in the sacristy while the canons of the cathedral prepared to carry out the excommunication of Balian d’Ibelin and Eschiva de Montbéliard. The excited murmurs of the canons seeped through the open door as did the unsteady light from the choir lit by dozens of candles that would soon be extinguished.
“At the stroke of midnight!” The Archbishop replied tartly.
“Why?” His brother asked in exasperation.
“For fornication! For incest! For living as man and wife and knowing each other carnally, despite being cousins!” The Archbishop’s tone of outrage increased with each charge, but it left his younger brother cold.
“They have a dispensation, and you know it! So why are you going through with this farce?” Without giving his brother time to answer, Fulques continued, “What harm does this marriage do to anyone? Eschiva’s been widowed nearly two years now.”
“Poor Gerard!” The Archbishop answered melodramatically, but his acting was lost on his younger brother.
“Poor Gerard never wanted to be married in the first place! He made that very plain to all of us—and no doubt to his wife as well. She’s a young woman, who has every right to marry again and start a new life.”
“Maybe, but not with her cousin! Have you forgotten this is the very man she was flirting with before her wedding?”
“Flirting? All I saw were young people having fun together at a banquet. And don’t forget that Guerin defended her more than once against your suspicions.”
“Guerin was blinded by her gift with paintbrushes!” The Archbishop dismissed Eschiva’s artistic talent and their eldest brother, the Master of the Hospital. “I tell you, she has lusted after Balian d’Ibelin ever since she first laid eyes on him.”
“Then it is well they are married,” Fulques replied practically. “Except for the fact that her aunt was married to his uncle, there is no impediment to their marriage.”
“Don’t forget that her great-grandfather was his great-uncle,” the Archbishop insisted primly.
His brother only rolled his eyes and remarked. “No nobleman in Outremer can marry into his own class without there being a common ancestor somewhere. That hasn’t stopped other marriages and it shouldn’t stop this one. You’re being obstinate! All this does is turn the Ibelins against you! Surely you’ve noticed they make better friends than enemies?”
“I’ve noticed they are very powerful lords, but that does not put them above the law of God! As a bishop, I would have expected you to know that!” he sniped at his brother.
“And as an Archbishop I would have expected you to know that secular lords are the greatest patrons of the Church and their good will is to our benefit,” his brother shot back, adding, “nor is it wise to tear up a legal document signed and sealed by the Patriarch of Jerusalem! Just what do you think the Patriarch is going to think when he finds out?”
“The Patriarch is already out of favor with the Pope,” the Archbishop answered airily, reaching for his miter and preparing to go out into the Church as the bells started to chime. Condescendingly, he added, “the Emperor is in and the Patriarch is out—precisely for opposing the Hohenstaufen so vigorously.”
“No one was more outraged by the Emperor’s behavior and his claims to be God’s representative on earth than you were!” Fulques reminded his older brother in exasperation.
“The Hohenstaufen has repented of his sins and been welcomed back into the embrace of the Church by his Holiness,” the Archbishop intoned pompously.
“So, the chameleon is wearing papal colors today. Does that make you trust him?”
“That is not the point,” the Archbishop lectured. “The point is that His Holiness has restored Frederick to his favor and expects the rest of us to do the same. Gerold is being stubborn.”
“Gerold is being honest and sticking to his convictions,” Fulques countered emphatically. He personally had a great deal more respect for the Patriarch of Jerusalem than his ambitious and grasping brother.
“Gerold is deeply discredited for backing the Ibelins,” the Archbishop enunciated very clearly to be sure his brother understood him.
“Is that what this is about?” Fulques asked incredulously. “You’re intentionally signaling to the Pope that you are now against the Ibelins too?”
The Archbishop smiled patronizingly at his younger brother. “Light dawns at last.” He turned to leave the sacristy as the noise of voices grew. People were getting impatient.
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