Chapter 19 The King’s Testimony

“I call upon King Afonso II to answer questions,” I say.

Afonso II’s face turns red and his eyes squint, as purple haze oozes out of his collar. “I should not have to do this. I’m the King. I’m the King of the Kingdom of Portugal!” says Afonso II.

“The King of the Kingdom of Portugal who stole from his sisters, if you could do that, what else did you do?” says St. Sanchia.

“Everyone be calm! Father, just answer the questions,” says the Afonso III.

I peer up at the Afonso II and ask, “Did you have a will?”

“Yes, I did. I had three. The first I wrote in Coimbra in 1214. I did a second will in 1218 and a third a year after my wife died. Every king in Iberia has a will,” he answers.

“Did your wife have a will?” I ask.

“Yes. She did one a month after I did the first will,” he answers.

“Where is this going?” asks the Judge.

“My next question will make it apparent.”

I turn and face Afonso II. He glances at his feet for a second and then returns the look.

“Why did you do a second will?” I ask.

“I was getting more ill, and I underwent treatment in Santarem. The Archbishop of Braga had excommunicated me and I needed to remove the excommunication before I died. I left money to the pope and several of my advisors,” he says.

“Was your wife still identified as the consort in your will?” I ask.

“Yes, she was. My sons were still too young to rule,” he says.

“Your wife’s will, did it make you a beneficiary?” I ask.

His eyes widened in surprise at the question. He smiled as he answered, “That’s normal.”

“The Queen in her will left half of her wealth to church orders including the Franciscans and half to you. It’s a large amount of money. The wealth and income from three large towns- Obidos, Torres Vedras and Lafões,” I say.

“If you are saying I murdered her for that. It’s not true,” his face is flushed and eyes are glowing.

“Calm down father,” says Afonso III.

“Did you alter her will after she died?” I ask.

He stares at his feet again, looks up and takes a deep breath. “Yes, I changed her will. She left money to religious orders that did no good,” he says.

“You had no right to do that!” says Queen Urraca.

“Yes, I had the right. I’m the King,” he yells out glaring at Urraca.

“Father, control yourself,” says Afonso III.

“We’ve determined that someone poisoned your wife, that the Franciscan Friars Minor had predicted her to die, that she left half of her wealth to you and you further altered her will to leave to you more. I ask you, did you murder your wife?” I look right at him.

Urraca and the Saints gasp.

“Father how could you,” says Afonso III.

I need to rest. I have a splitting headache, my right eye and cheek are twitching, and I feel dizzy. I can hold on a little longer. I take a deep breath. In through the nose and out through the mouth, in through the nose and out through the mouth.

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