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they are often vulnerable and anxious. She knew my weaknesses and had helped me overcome them throughout my childhood.
    She used our journey together to help me even more.
    ‘You are not a mighty warlord like Malcolm, but you have great courage, a clever mind and excellent judgement. Have faith in yourself and trust your instincts.’
    ‘What will I do without you, Margaret?’
    ‘You will do well; I know it. You have great gifts and are decent and loyal. Those precious things are not given to many.’
    Margaret’s words were a source of great strength to me. I knew she was not just being kind; she was a good judge of character and too thoughtful to fill me with false hopes.
    When we parted, I held her tightly as she sobbed at the renewed pain of losing both a brother and a son and begged me to keep an eye on young Duncan in the Normans’ lair.
    I wondered if I would ever see her again.
    I left Scotland knowing I had to put the past behind me and abandon the fight to become the rightful King of England. That hope had been extinguished when Hereward and the Brotherhood accepted William as King in their struggle for liberty at Ely.
    On that long voyage to Flanders, I steeled myself to the future and began to find a tenacity that had eluded me for so long.

5. Robert Shortboots
    Robert Curthose had to live with the sobriquet ‘Shortboots’ all his life. The Normans like to attach monikers, either in mirth or ridicule, and, in truth, Robert was not very tall, so ‘Shortboots’ he became. Robert did not get on well with his father, or his father with him. They could not have been more different – Robert took after his diminutive and taciturn mother rather than his towering and domineering father.
    He was King William’s firstborn and, even as a young man, became de facto Duke of Normandy while his father was busy massacring the English in his new domain.
    I had liked him when I was taken as hostage to Normandy after William took the throne. Our friendship blossomed and he soon became the salvation of my second submission to the King after I had decided to swallow my pride and let self-preservation rule my emotions. I faced the prospect with dread, but William was unusually gracious when I humbled myself before him at Caen.
    He allowed me to keep a retinue and gave me enough land and titles to maintain my status as a royal prince. It was a far better deal than I could have hoped for, but one made by him not through generosity, but by way of expediency. I still represented a beacon of hope to any disgruntled Englishman and anyone else with a grudge against him – and there were many of those – so it wassignificantly in his interest to keep me close by and for me to declare my fealty to him.
    He still seemed fit, but his hair was turning grey and his girth much expanded. As for his temper, it was much the same – simmering some of the time and frequently volcanic in his outbursts.
    Robert held the title Count of Normandy and I was fortunate to travel with him throughout the domain he ruled in his father’s absence. He was the perfect teacher of Norman ways. Although he was much calmer and more considerate than his father, he was forthright and disciplined; he expected obedience from his subjects and dealt firmly with miscreants. I learned quickly.
    The months passed and I became more contented than I had ever been in my life. We hunted well and I ate and drank like a Norman lord – in large quantities, with only a modest regard for quality. Their appetite for women was similarly less than discerning, the priority being the frequency of the conquests rather than their worth.
    But I did not complain too much. His father denied Robert the chance to take a wife, fearing that an alliance with another royal house would make his son too powerful, so I chose to stay single also; consequently, we could debauch ourselves as much as we liked.
    William still styled himself as ‘Duke’ when in Normandy, and when he returned