The Red Rose of Anjou - Plaidy Jean - Страница 49

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‘My lord, you were a good pupil. You listened to your teacher which is what few do.’

‘My mother, Owen...Oh, that was a tragedy.’

‘I think she could not endure the breaking up of our happy home.’

‘Oh, it was cruel, cruel... And you went away to Wales. How fared you, Owen?’

‘Well enough...in my native Wales. You were good to us, my lord. You never forgot us.’

‘I did very little, Owen, for my stepfather and my half-brothers. Tell me, how are they?’

‘If you would wish it you may see for yourself. Two of them are here in Coventry awaiting your permission to present themselves.’

‘Awaiting my permission! My own brothers! Let them be brought to me without delay. But there are more than two.’

‘My youngest son Owen has become a monk.’

‘Ah, fortunate man. Where is he?’

‘In Westminster.’

‘I well remember him. And your daughter?’

‘Jacina is growing up. She will be of marriageable age very soon.’

‘We will find a husband for her. The Queen loves to arrange these marriages. Do I speak truth, my love?’

‘It is a pleasure to set young people together. They should all marry young. That is my view. Then they should have children...lots of them.’

‘Yes,’ said Henry tenderly. ‘Margaret is the Court’s matchmaker.’

‘My eldest, your half-brother Edmund, will ask of you permission to marry. He is in love with the niece of the Duke of Somerset.’

‘Margaret Beaufort! She is a much sought after little girl. I remember the Duke of Suffolk wanted her for his son.’

‘I think she would be inclined to take Edmund...if you would consider it. After all, Edmund has royal blood through his mother.’

‘I have no doubt that the Queen will arrange that matter. Now send my brothers to me. I would see them.’

‘They want to assure you of their devotion. If ever you should need them, they are at your service.’

Owen knew that the Queen was watching him closely. The

King might not want to think of the possibility of war but it was there and the Queen knew exactly what he meant.

When the two young men were brought to the King he received them with emotion. His half-brothers—Edmund and Jasper Tudor. They reminded him so much of their mother— who was Henry’s mother too—and he was glad that he was related so closely to them.

They were a handsome pair – a few years younger than Henry who was at this time thirty-three years of age. Edmund must be about twenty-five and Jasper twenty-three or -four. They both had reason to be grateful to Henry who had made sure that they were adequately educated, first by the Abbess of Barking and later they had been put in the care of priests. Moreover Henry had bestowed titles on them—Edmund was the Earl of Richmond and Jasper the Earl of Pembroke. He would have given the youngest, Owen, a title if he had not gone into a monastery. The most fortunate of them all, in Henry’s opinion.

Margaret eyed the three men with approval. Firm strong supporters of Lancaster and held together by ties of kinship.

Henry was happy to drop all ceremony and to talk to his stepfather and his brothers as equals. They talked for a while of the old days, which was sad because they must think of the death ()( Katherine their mother.

‘How happy she would have been if she could be here with us thus,’ said Owen.

‘She sees us from Heaven,’ answered Henry.

‘I here is one matter which grieves us all very much,’ Edmund told him. ‘It is the .scandal which has been spoken about our mother and the slurs that are cast on us...’

‘They call us bastards,’ said Jasper.

Owen said: ‘There was a marriage, my lord. 1 assure you there was. It took place just before Edmund’s birth but when he was born I and your mother were married.’

Henry looked at Margaret, who said, ‘There could be a declaration in Parliament. Why not? It has been done before. Why, Margaret Beaufort herself comes of a line which began as a bastard sprig and it was long alter the birth ol the Beauforts that John ol Gaunt legitimized them. I see no reason why there should not be a declaration in Parliament.’

‘We shall see to it,’ said Henry.

Margaret rejoiced. It was the first time he had mentioned sitting with a Parliament.

There was no doubt that the Tudors’ visit had done some good.

When they had left after giving a firm indication of their loyalty to Henry and Lancaster, Margaret talked of them to the King.

‘They are fine men...all of them. Owen is getting old of course but you need strong men Like Edmund and Jasper.’

‘Owen did not seem to me an old man but I believe he was the same age as my mother and she was twenty-one when I was born.’

I would trust them all to serve you well,’ said Margaret, ‘and that makes me warm towards them. I will arrange a marriage for the girl and I see no reason why Edmund should not have Margaret Beaufort.’

‘Then, my love,’ said Henry, ‘if you decide it shall be so, it will be.’

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There could no longer be any delay. Henry was weak still but Margaret insisted that he should be taken to the House of Lords and when he arrived there he dissolved Parliament.

The reign of the Duke of York was at an end. The King was returned and York had known his power was of a temporary nature.

It was unfortunate for the King and Margaret that York’s period of supremacy had been long enough to show the people that he was a good ruler. Law and order had been restored to the country and York’s rule had been seen to be just and firm.

Now it was over, but York would not lightly relinquish what he had cherished so much and for which he had an undoubted aptitude. Yet he must. He had taken on the Protectorate on the understanding that he must give it up as soon as the King was well.

The first act of the King’s—or rather Margaret’s—was to get Somerset released from the Tower. Shortly afterwards Exeter followed him.

Margaret now reinstated Somerset and he was the most important man in the country under the King.

There was of course a fierce hatred between Somerset and York. Somerset would never forgive York for imprisoning him; and York despised Somerset and wondered whether he ought

to have taken advantage of the situation and finished him altogether.

The feud between those two was irreconcilable and would only end with the death of one of them.

Meanwhile Margaret was revelling in the return to power. She indulged in her favourite pastime of matchmaking. Margaret Beaufort was married to Edmund Tudor and for Jacina she found Lord Grey de Wilton.

She was delighted with her efforts and she knew that if they were needed the Tudors would be on Henry’s side.

AT ST. ALBANS

The Duke of York was angry. Everything had been changing; events had been falling into place; he had been achieving success; he had shown the people that he had the gifts of a ruler and then…the King recovered.

‘And how far has he recovered?’ he demanded of Cecily.

‘He’s likely to go toppling over into idiocy again.’

‘Not that we wish him ill,’ added the Duke.

Cecily pressed her lips tightly together. She wished him ill. She wished he would go back to his madness.

‘But,’ went on the Duke, ‘when I had a comparatively free hand I felt I was getting things in order.’

‘You were, and if the people had any sense they would make you King.’

‘They always have such a respect for a crowned King,’ said York.

Cecily was silent seeing herself and Richard being crowned in Westminster Abbey. That was how it should be. They both had royal blood and Richard had more right to the crown than Henry.

‘What now?’ she asked.

‘Salisbury and Warwick will be with us shortly. We shall decide then.’

He was right. It was not long before Salisbury and Warwick arrived.

They were as resentful as York himself.

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