King Edward soon forgot his grief at the thought his wife might die. As soon as she was up and about he was as surly as ever, and he didn"t stop drinking, either, even when the reason for it was gone. He just remembered that he had hurt her badly and he felt guilty, and so whenever he saw her he felt bad, and because he felt bad he treated her badly, as if it were her fault.
Things were about as bad as they could get. There were rebellions here and there all over the kingdom, and rebels were being beheaded every week. Some soldiers had even mutinied and got away over the border with the people they were supposed to stop. And so one morning King Edward was in the foulest, blackest mood he had ever been in.
The queen walked into the dining room for breakfast looking as beautiful as ever, for grief had only deepened her beauty, and made you want to cry for the pain of her exquisite face and for the suffering in her proud, straight bearing. King Edward saw that pain and suffering but even more he saw that beauty, and for a moment he remembered the girl who had grown up without a care or a sorrow or an evil thought. And he knew that he had caused every bit of the pain she bore.
So he began to find fault with her, and before he knew it he was ordering her into the kitchen to cook.
"I can"t," she said.
"If a servant can, you can," he snarled in reply.
She began to cry. "I"ve never cooked. I"ve never started a fire. I"m a queen."
"You"re not a queen," the king said savagely, hating himself as he said it. "You"re not a queen and I"m not a king, because we"re a bunch of powerless lackeys taking orders from those sc.u.m across the border! Well, if I"ve got to live like a servant in my own palace, so have you!"
And so he took her roughly into the kitchen and ordered her to come back in with a breakfast she had cooked herself.
The queen was shattered, but not so shattered that she could forget her pride. She spoke to the cooks cowering in the corner. "You heard the king. I must cook him breakfast with my own hands. But I don"t know how. You must tell me what to do."
So they told her, and she tried her best to do what they said, but her untrained hands made a botch of everything. She burned herself at the fire and scalded herself with the porridge. She put too much salt on the bacon and there were sh.e.l.ls left in the eggs. She also burned the m.u.f.fins. And then she carried it all in to her husband and he began to eat.
And of course it was awful.
And at that moment he realized finally that the queen was a queen and could be nothing else, just as a cook had no hope of being a queen. Just so he looked at himself and realized that he could never be anything but a king. The queen, however, was a good queen-while he was a terrible king. He would always be a king but he would never be good at it. And as he chewed up the eggsh.e.l.ls he reached the lowest despair.
Another man, hating himself as King Edward did, might have taken his own life. But that was not King Edward"s way. Instead he picked up his rod and began to beat the queen. He struck her again and again, and her back bled, and she fell to the ground, screaming.
The servants came in and so did the guards, and the servants, seeing the queen treated so, tried to stop the king. But the king ordered the guards to kill anyone who tried to interfere. Even so, the chief steward, a cook, and the butler were dead before the others stopped trying.
And the king kept beating and beating the queen until everyone was sure he would beat her to death.
And in her heart as she lay on the stone floor, numb to the pain of her body because of the pain of her heart, she wished that the bear would come again, stepping over her to kill the wolf that was running forward to devour her.
At that moment the door broke in pieces and a terrible roar filled the dining hall. The king stopped beating the queen, and the guards and the servants looked at the door, for there stood a huge brown bear on its hind legs, towering over them all, and roaring in fury.
The servants ran from the room.
"Kill him," the king bellowed at the guards.
The guards drew their swords and advanced on the bear.
The bear disarmed them all, though there were so many that some drew blood before their swords were slapped out of their hands. Some of them might even have tried to fight the bear without weapons, because they were brave men, but the bear struck them on the head, and the rest fled away.
Yet the queen, dazed though she was, thought that for some reason the bear had not struck yet with all his force, that the huge animal was saving his strength for another battle.
And that battle was with King Edward, who stood with his sharp sword in his hand, eager for battle, hoping to die, with the desperation and self-hatred in him that would make him a terrible opponent, even for a bear.
A bear, thought the queen. I wished for a bear and he is here.
Then she lay, weak and helpless and bleeding on the stone floor as her husband, her prince, fought the bear. She did not know who she hoped would win. For even now, she did not hate her husband. And yet she knew that her life and the lives of her subjects would be unendurable as long as he lived.
They circled around the room, the bear moving clumsily yet quickly, King Edward moving faster still, his blade whipping steel circles through the air. Three times the blade landed hard and deep on the bear, before the animal seized the blade between his paws. King Edward tried to draw back the sword, and as he did it bit deeply into the animal"s paws. But it was a battle of strength, and the bear was sure to win it in the end. He pulled the sword out of Edward"s hand, and then grasped the king in a mighty embrace and carried him screaming from the room.
And at that last moment, as Edward tugged hopelessly at his sword and blood poured from the bear"s paws, the queen found herself hoping that the bear would hold on, would take away the sword, that the bear would win out and free the kingdom-her kingdom-and her family and even herself, from the man who had been devouring them all.
Yet when King Edward screamed in the bear"s grip, she heard only the voice of the boy in the garden in the eternal and too-quick summer of her childhood. She fainted with a dim memory of his smile dancing crazily before her eyes.
She awoke as she had awakened once before, thinking that it had been a dream, and then remembering the truth of it when the pain where her husband had beaten her nearly made her fall unconscious again. But she fought the faintness and stayed awake, and asked for water.
The nurse brought water, and then several lords of high rank and the captain of the army and the chief servants came in and asked her what they should do.
"Why do you ask me?" she said.
"Because," the nurse answered her, "the king is dead."
The queen waited.
"The bear left him at the gate," the captain of the army said.
"His neck was broken," the chief said.
"And now," one of the lords said, "now we must know what to do. We haven"t even told the people, and no one has been allowed inside or outside the palace."
The queen thought, and closed her eyes as she did so. But what she saw when she closed her eyes was the body of her beautiful prince with his head loose as the wolf"s had been that day in the forest. She did not want to see that, so she opened her eyes.
"You must proclaim that the king is dead throughout the land," she said.
To the captain of the army she said, "There will be no more beheading for treason. Anyone who is in prison for treason is to be set free, now. And any other prisoners whose terms are soon to expire should be set free at once."
The captain of the army bowed and left. He did not smile until he was out the door, but then he smiled until tears ran down his cheeks.
To the chief cook she said, "All the servants in the palace are free to leave now, if they want. But please ask them, in my name, to stay. I will restore them as they were, if they"ll stay."
The cook started a heartfelt speech of thanks, but then thought better of it and left the room to tell the others.
To the lords she said, "Go to the kings whose armies guard our borders, and tell them that King Edward is dead and they can go home now. Tell them that if I need their help I will call on them, but that until I do I will govern my kingdom alone."
And the lords came and kissed her hands tenderly, and left the room.
And she was alone with the nurse.
"I"m so sorry," said the nurse, when enough silence had pa.s.sed.
"For what?" asked the queen.
"For the death of your husband."
"Ah, that," said the queen. "Ah, yes, my husband."
And then the queen wept with all her heart. Not for the cruel and greedy man who had warred and killed and savaged everywhere he could. But for the boy who had somehow turned into that man, the boy whose gentle hand had comforted her childhood hurts, the boy whose frightened voice had cried out to her at the end of his life, as if he wondered why he had gotten lost inside himself, as if he realized that it was too, too late to get out again.
When she had done weeping that day, she never cried for him again.
In three days she was up again, though she had to wear loose clothing because of the pain. She held court anyway, and it was then that the shepherds brought her the Bear. Not the bear, the animal, that had killed the king, but the the Bear, the counselor, who had left the kingdom so many years before. Bear, the counselor, who had left the kingdom so many years before.
"We found him on the hillside, with our sheep nosing him and lapping his face," the oldest of the shepherds told her. "Looks like he"s been set on by robbers, he"s cut and battered so. Miracle he"s alive," he said.
"What is that he"s wearing?" asked the queen, standing by the bed where she had had the servants lay him.
"Oh," said one of the other shepherds. "That"s me cloak. They left him nekkid, but we didn"t think it right to bring him before you in such a state."
She thanked the shepherds and offered to pay them a reward, but they said no thanks, explaining, "We remember him, we do, and it wouldn"t be right to take money for helping him, don"t you see, because he was a good man back in your father"s day."
The queen had the servants-who had all stayed on, by the way-clean his wounds and bind them and tend to his wants. And because he was a strong man, he lived, though the wounds might have killed a smaller, weaker man. Even so, he never got back the use of his right hand, and had to learn to write with his left; and he limped ever after. But he often said he was lucky to be alive and wasn"t ashamed of his infirmities, though he sometimes said that something ought to be done about the robbers who run loose in the hills.
As soon as he was able, the queen had him attend court, where he listened to the amba.s.sadors from other lands and to the cases she heard and judged.
Then at night she had him come to King Ethelred"s study, and there she asked him about the questions of that day and what he would have done differently, and he told her what he thought she did well, too. And so she learned from him as her father had learned.
One day she even said to him, "I have never asked forgiveness of any man in my life. But I ask for yours."
"For what?" he said, surprised.
"For hating you, and thinking you served me and my father badly, and driving you from this kingdom. If we had listened to you," she said, "none of this would have happened."
"Oh," he said, "all that"s past. You were young, and in love, and that"s as inevitable as fate itself."
"I know," she said, "and for love I"d probably do it again, but now that I"m wiser I can still ask for forgiveness for my youth."
The Bear smiled at her. "You were forgiven before you asked. But since you ask I gladly forgive you again."
"Is there any reward I can give you for your service so many years ago, when you left unthanked?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered. "If you could let me stay and serve you as I served your father, that would be reward enough."
"How can that be a reward?" she asked. "I was going to ask you to do that for me me. And now you ask it for yourself."
"Let us say," said the Bear, "that I loved your father like my brother, and you like my niece, and I long to stay with the only family that I have."
Then the queen took the pitcher and poured him a mug of ale, and they sat by the fire and talked far into the night.
Because the queen was a widow, because despite the problems of the past the kingdom was large and rich, many suitors came asking for her hand. Some were dukes, some were earls, and some were kings or sons of kings. And she was as beautiful as ever, only in her thirties, a prize herself even if there had been no kingdom to covet.
But though she considered long and hard over some of them, and even liked several men who came, she turned them all down and sent them all away.
And she reigned alone, as queen, with the Bear to advise her.
And she also did what her husband had told her a queen should do-she raised her son to be king and her daughters to be worthy to be queens. And the Bear helped her with that, too, teaching her son to hunt, and teaching him how to see beyond men"s words into their hearts, and teaching him to love peace and serve the people.
And the boy grew up as beautiful as his father and as wise as the Bear, and the people knew he would be a great king, perhaps even greater than King Ethelred had been.
The queen grew old, and turned much of the matter of the kingdom over to her son, who was now a man. The prince married the daughter of a neighboring king. She was a good woman, and the queen saw her grandchildren growing up.
She knew perfectly well that she was old, because she was sagging and no longer beautiful as she had been in her youth-though there were many who said that she was far more lovely as an old lady than any mere girl could hope to be.
But somehow it never occurred to her that the Bear, too, was growing old. Didn"t he still stride through the garden with one of her grandchildren on each shoulder? Didn"t he still come into the study with her and her son and teach them statecraft and tell them, yes, that"s good, yes, that"s right, yes, you"ll make a great queen yet, yes, you"ll be a fine king, worthy of your grandfather"s kingdom-didn"t he?
Yet one day he didn"t get up from his bed, and a servant came to her with a whispered message, "Please come."
She went to him and found him gray-faced and shaking in his bed.
"Thirty years ago," he said, "I would have said it"s nothing but a fever and I would have ignored it and gone riding. But now, my lady, I know I"m going to die."
"Nonsense," she said, "you"ll never die," knowing as well as he did that he was dying, and knowing that he knew that she knew it.
"I have a confession to make," he said to her.
"I know it already," she said.
"Do you?"
"Yes," she said softly, "and much to my surprise, I find that I love you too. Even an old lady like me," she said, laughing.
"Oh," he said, "that was not my confession. I already knew that you knew I loved you. Why else would I have come back when you called?"
And then she felt a chill in the room and remembered the only time she had ever called for help.
"Yes," he said, "you remember. How I laughed when they named me. If they only knew, I thought at the time."
She shook her head. "How could it be?"
"I wondered myself," he said. "But it is. I met a wise old man in the woods when I was but a lad. An orphan, too, so that there was no one to ask about me when I stayed with him. I stayed until he died five years later, and I learned all his magic."
"There"s no magic," she said as if by rote, and he laughed.
"If you mean brews and spells and curses, then you"re right," he said. "But there is magic of another sort. The magic of becoming what most you are. My old man in the woods, his magic was to be an owl, and to fly by night seeing the world and coming to understand it. The owlness was in him, and the magic was letting that part of himself that was most himself come forward. And he taught me."
The Bear had stopped shaking because his body had given up trying to overcome the illness.
"So I looked inside me and wondered who I was. And then I found it out. Your nurse found it, too. One glance and she knew I was a bear."
"You killed my husband," she said to him.
"No," he said. "I fought your husband and carried him from the palace, but as he stared death in the face he discovered, too, what he was and who he was, and his real self came out."