The conference lasted long. The young princes summoned the maidens to the mimic tourney in the tiltyard, and waiting clouds prepared the gorgeous couch of sun, beyond the hills of Bretagne, ere the wily statesman had completed the unfoldings of all his schemes, for fixing the Norman line securely upon the throne of Edward the Confessor. He revealed his apprehensions from the stern character of Waltheof, and his hopes from the fascinations of his niece Judith d'Aumale. From Edgar Atheling he feared little. The boy reared in a foreign court, a stranger to Saxon language and manners, had neither desire nor capacity to contend for a dignity unsuited to his years. He was already hand and glove with Robert, and subject to the imperious will of the young knight. But Morcar and Edwin were more dangerous foes. Kinsmen of the late king, at the least disaffection they might rouse the friends of the famous Earl Siward, vanquisher of Macbeth; the thegns of Norfolk, Ely, Huntingdon, and Northumbria, stretching far to the Scottish border; and the valiant man of Mercia allied to the terrible Welsh. "The victory at Hastings, my Queen," said William, with his blandest smile, "does not establish peaceful rule o'er all the hills and vales of merrie England. Let policy complete what valor has commenced. Methinks our pretty Cicely might bind the restive Edwin in the silken toils of love, more securely than unwilling homage or extorted oath." "Cicely, the betrothed of Harold!" exclaimed Matilda. "Could'st thou have seen her agony when tidings of Harold's death came with news of thy victory, thou would'st scarcely speak to her of love." "A childish fancy," impatiently cried William, "the breath of praise soon dries the tears on a maiden's cheeks. She must be the Saxon's bride." "It is impossible," replied the Queen. "In Notre-Dame de Bonnes Nouvelles, while my soul was filled with joy for thy safety, did I dedicate thy broken-hearted child to be the bride of Heaven. The holy Lanfranc has already sanctioned the vow." William strode hastily up and down the chamber, tying and untying the rich cordon of his cloak in uncontrollable anger and disappointment. Matilda laid her hand soothingly upon his arm. "Agatha is fairer than Cicely--Adela hath wit beyond her years, and child as she is, will readily comprehend all thy schemes." "Talk not of Adela, she hath a head for intrigue equal to my brother Odo. Wed her to one who might foster her ambition, and neither crown nor throne would be beyond her aspirations." "Agatha hath a loving heart," pleaded Matilda. "Thou sayest truth Bein Aimie, 'tis by the heart woman rules. Agatha shall be the affianced of Edwin before he leaves these shores."