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‘She is losing her mind,’ he had said sadly, after they told him of one especially vitriolic outburst. ‘Pay her no heed. She imagines herself at odds with the world, and with me in particular. Alas, she has had a sad life; it must be hard to be so reduced in circumstances when she was once the wife of great Warwick. Small wonder her mind is gone.’small wonder too that silly girls made up silly stories about an old lady locked up in a tower!news that filtered piecemeal through to Middleham was relentlessly disturbing.London, the Duke wrote, the Wydevilles were busy trying to consolidate their power in the face of strong opposition from Lord Hastings and other powerful barons, and the hatred of the commons, who had always reviled the Queen and her faction as upstarts.Lord Hastings has proposed to the Council that I should govern, the Duke informed them.

‘And he is right to do so,’ said the Duchess, looking up from the letter, ‘because King Edward, in his will, directed that the government of the realm ought to devolve on my lord until the King attains his majority.’

‘When will that be?’ Kate asked.

‘When he is fourteen or fifteen, perhaps. Kings are often declared of age long before ordinary mortals. It’s not a very long way ahead, but it’s long enough for your father to make a difference, and to wean his Grace away from the influence of his mother’s blood. I fear he is entirely their creature.’

‘Then he probably hates my father,’ Kate said.

‘That is a very shrewd observation.’ The Duchess smiled, although the fact that the smile did not reach her eyes betrayed her anxiety. ‘It is what my lord greatly fears, and why the boy must be removed from their care.’felt a pang of sadness for her cousin, who might be the King, and hostile, but who was also a boy of twelve who was about to be deprived of his mother and the kinsmen who had brought him up.

‘But will my father succeed in becoming Lord Protector? Has it been agreed?’ She was twisting her embroidery in agitation.

‘When he wrote this letter they were still arguing about it, and for all we know, they still are,’ Anne sighed, leaning her weary head against the chair back. She essayed a weak smile. ‘Mind that altar cloth, Kate, you are ruining it!’next news had been better. Gloucester had been assured he now had many supporters, with more people declaring for him each day. But still the Wydevilles were asserting their power and refusing to agree to his being named Lord Protector.

‘But why?’ young John had asked.laid a gentle hand on his curly head. ‘Because they know he considers them upstarts, and that he will remove the King from their clutches. And without the King, they are nothing.’events had begun to move ahead dramatically. Gloucester had met up with the Duke of Buckingham at Northampton, and they had ridden south together, their combined strength at their heels. In the meantime, the little King, escorted by his uncle, Earl Rivers, and his half-brother, Sir Richard Grey, was making for London, where he was to be crowned.plans are complete, the Duke wrote.had then been a few agonising days without news. Kate was painfully aware of the possibility that her father could be lying dead somewhere, killed in battle, for all they knew. The Duchess was brooding about that too, going about with a drawn face, and spending many hours on her knees in the castle chapel, praying for her lord’s safety and gazing heavenwards through the soaring tracery windows in near despair. Sometimes Kate would join her before the altar, and they would beseech God together to spare the man they loved.news, when at last it came, was sensational. Gloucester and Buckingham had intercepted the King’s party at Stony Stratford; they had been forced, for safety’s sake, to arrest Rivers and Grey, and they had taken the boy Edward into custody. They were now on their way with him to London.a single drop of blood was shed, the Duke assured them, in a letter written at an inn late one night. Yet you may be sure that, after expressing to the King our grief and condolences at the death of his sire, my late brother, of happy memory, we took care to impute his early demise to wicked ministers who had corrupted his morals and ruined his health. We referred, of course, to the Queen’s blood.sounded like her father! He might have fallen from grace in his youth, but he was now the most moral of men, upright and God-fearing, and quick to condemn those who fell short of his high standards.continued reading: ‘He goes on to say that, lest these same ministers should play their old game with the son, he has removed them from the King’s side, because he, being a child, would be incapable of governing so great a realm by means of such puny men. I like the way he puts it.’ She smiled, but then her face clouded. ‘He also writes that the Wydevilles were conspiring his death. They had prepared ambushes on the road, and in London. Oh, dear God, I wish I could know that he is safe!’



‘They would not dare, surely?’ Kate cried in alarm.

‘He says the ambushes were revealed to him by their accomplices, so we may hope that the threat has been dealt with. The King stood up for his kinsfolk, as one might expect, but your father told him that he did not know everything that had been going on, and that he himself could better discharge the duties of government, and assured him he would neglect nothing of the duty of a loyal subject and diligent Lord Protector. The King defied him, saying he had great confidence in his mother the Queen and her blood, but my lord of Buckingham answered that it was not the business of women to govern kingdoms, and his Grace should place all his hope in his barons, or those who excel in power and nobility. And so King Edward has perforce surrendered himself into the care of the Duke your father.’

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‘It was a wise decision,’ Kate declared. ‘He will not regret it.’was reading further down the page. Her face paled. ‘There is more. You should read it,’ she said. ‘You are old enough to know what is going on.’sank distractedly into her chair as Kate read what her father had written.have separated the King’s Grace from his household, and ordered all his servants to go to their homes. Many are saying that it is more just and beneficial for the King to be with his father’s brother than with his Wydeville kin. The news from London is that the Queen, hearing that we have gained charge of his Grace, has taken sanctuary in Westminster Abbey with the Duke of York and the princesses, as if she needed protection from me. Lord Hastings writes that she believes we are all labouring to destroy her and her blood. Yet she has nothing to fear from me if she ceases her meddling. I have ordered a watch to be made on all who visit her in sanctuary. In London, the citizens are arming, thinking that there will be fighting, but I will do all in my power to prevent any bloodshed. Whatever rumours you hear, pay them no heed, for they are saying in London that I have brought my nephew the King into my power rather than my care, so as to gain the crown for myself. You will be gratified to hear that my Lord Hastings has assured the King’s council that I am fast and faithful to my prince, and that I had arrested his kinsmen only out of fear for my own safety. He himself told the councillors of the plot to murder me.father, her dear father, could so nearly have died, slain at the hands of the unscrupulous Wydevilles! Small wonder the Duchess was looking so anxious. But the final lines of the letter brought comfort. The councillors had praised the Duke for his dutifulness towards his nephew and his intention to punish his – and the King’s – enemies. Rivers and Grey and their associates had been sent north to be held securely at Pontefract Castle. Her father had also commanded that the Great Seal of England be given into the safe keeping of the Archbishop of Canterbury. Now he was on his way to London, and would write further as soon as he could.next messenger brought a summons to London. The Duchess was to join the Duke and bring Kate and John with her. A date had been set for the young King’s coronation: it would be on 24th June, the feast day of St John the Baptist. The Duke wanted them present at the great solemnities that were to take place in Westminster Abbey. But they could not look forward to it as they should. The coronation might be the end of everything.

‘I have to tell you, Kate: I am in fear for your father,’ the Duchess confessed, with tears brimming in her light blue eyes. They had set out on their journey and were seated in a private parlour of a priory guest house near Stamford, with several tempting dishes laid out on the table before them. But Anne was merely toying with her food. Another letter lay folded by her plate. ‘He has informed me that his office of Lord Protector lapses with the coronation. He expects, nay he hopes, that he will be chosen to head the regency council that will govern thereafter in the King’s name, but he is aware that the sympathies of several councillors are with the Queen and her party, so nothing is assured. Yet even if he is chosen, how long could he expect to be in control? The King could declare himself of age in two or three years’ time – and then what?’ She buried her face in her hands. ‘Kate, again I should not be burdening you with this – you are barely thirteen, my poor child – but I know you would want to be told the truth.’embraced her stepmother. Disarmed by this, Anne began weeping uncontrollably, and Kate felt a pang of desperate longing for the tranquil, ordered life they had been leading until the King’s death had set these disturbing events in motion. Certainly it would be a long time – months, years, if ever – before the Duke could return home to Middleham and take up the reins of that old life once more. By then, Kate thought, she might be married and living far away, and the happy years at Middleham would be but a memory for her. And even if she escaped the snare of wedlock, would the new King ever repose such trust in his uncle as his father had? Edward IV had relied on Gloucester heavily, but his son had been brought up under the influence of the Wydevilles, the Duke’s mortal enemies. Nothing was certain any more.’s halting words echoed her own thoughts. ‘The King’s loyalties are to his mother and her blood. Dickon writes that young Edward is resentful and hostile. He feels his mother has been slighted. He demands that Rivers and Grey be freed from prison. He loves his uncle Rivers especially: Rivers brought him up at Ludlow. You cannot blame the boy!’

‘Certainly he will seek to restore them and the Queen to power,’ Kate said, realising what that would mean for her father.

‘Aye, and their first thought will be to exact vengeance on my lord. And the King, I fear, will not lift a finger to stop them. The Duke can expect no favours from him, nor mercy at the hands of the Queen. My lord makes no secret of his fear of the Wydevilles; and yet he is only fulfilling his brother’s dying wishes in taking up the reins of government during this minority.’paused and raised frightened blue eyes to Kate. ‘Your father’s letters betray some agitation of mind, yet all might yet be well. He writes that he has acted as an avenger of treason, and that the Londoners applaud him for it. He says he is popular in the City, for which I thank God. He also states that, if the need arose, he could command troops from the north, which was ever faithful to him. He has already taken the precaution of removing the navy from the control of the Wydevilles. He has summoned Parliament, in the King’s name, to assemble after the coronation, and he constantly urges that his protectorate be extended. He is doing all he can, it seems, to ensure his future security. Yet it is plain as day that he anticipates some conflict.’

‘My lords Hastings and Buckingham are loyal to him,’ Kate said. ‘They will insist upon the term of his office being lengthened.’

‘I think they will,’ Anne answered thoughtfully. ‘Especially Buckingham. My lord has rewarded him handsomely for his support. The Duke praises him highly, and writes that Buckingham is always ready at hand to assist him with his advice and his great wealth and influence.’

‘What of Lord Hastings?’ Kate asked. It seemed to her that Buckingham was getting the lion’s share of the rewards. ‘Surely his help has been as invaluable? After all, it was Hastings who first warned my father that the Wydevilles were plotting to seize power. If it were not for Hastings, he might not have been in time to take the King.’looked slightly disquieted. ‘Your father has confirmed that Hastings shall continue to serve as Lord Chamberlain of England and he has put him in charge of the mint.’

‘Is that all?’ Kate was surprised.

‘In truth, I think it a little strange,’ Anne confessed. ‘Your father says he loves Hastings well, and yet he has been far more lavish with favours to Buckingham.’

‘Maybe he has something else in mind for Hastings,’ Kate said.

*messenger caught up with them near Royston. The Duke was now Lord Protector: the Council had formally invested him, and had entrusted him not only with the governance of the realm but also with the tutelage and upbringing of the King.was done with the consent and goodwill of the lords, he had written, and I have sovereign power to order and forbid in every matter, just like another king. Lord Hastings cannot sufficiently express his joy at such a happy outcome, and we all thank God that it has been achieved without any blood being spilt.it might yet be. The Duke had pressed for the condemnation of Rivers and Grey and two of their associates, but the Council had refused to convict them. They say there is no certain evidence, he fumed, and they remind me that, at the time of the alleged attempt on my life, I was not Lord Protector, so cannot press a charge of treason. Some even think those men innocent! They condemn me instead for imprisoning them without judgement or justice.

‘But if he lets them go, they will seek his death,’ the Duchess protested, her voice shaking, her face drawn with fear. ‘If he has gone too far in the matter, it was because he had no choice. He was right to imprison them, for they were powerful men and would certainly have risen against him, with the backing of the Queen and the rest of her faction. But seizing their estates too? I’m not sure he should have done that, for they have not been attainted by Parliament.’

‘Not yet,’ Kate said confidently. ‘They will be. They must be! Cannot the Council see that they are men of blood who would do my father a mischief, given the chance? What else could he have done?’ Her little face was unusually flushed with anger. It was rare for her to become so heated.never forgot her first sight of London. Approaching from the northern heights, after the long journey south from Wensleydale, she suddenly saw before her the fabled city nestling in its broad valley: a marvellous, teeming panorama of rooftops and church spires, dominated by the massive presence of St Paul’s Cathedral, and ringed by strong walls. And as the noble cavalcade progressed slowly downhill from the village of Highgate, she saw fine houses set in spacious gardens and orchards, which presently gave place to more populous and prosperous suburbs.were to have gone to Baynard’s Castle, the palatial riverside residence of her grandmother, the Duchess of York, but the Duke had sent ahead to say that he had removed from there to Crosby Hall, a great mansion he had rented in the City of London, and would await them there. Kate had felt a pang of disappointment about that, because she had been looking forward to seeing her grandmother, but no doubt they would visit her during their stay.entered the City through Aldersgate, their route taking them past the great priory of St Martin-le-Grand, then east into Cheapside and Cornhill, and so to Bishopsgate; and suddenly Kate found herself in a maze of bustling thoroughfares crammed with overhanging timbered buildings and hordes of people. There were stately merchants, rowdy apprentices, sober tradesmen and craftsmen, elegant dames attended by servants, and beggars crying for alms, all jostling each other, eyeing the myriad wondrous wares on display in the shops, and getting in the way of the drays and carts that plied their business. The cacophony of noise was deafening, and the smell was awful. All manner of rubbish, offal and ordure was strewn across the street, and the mass of unwashed, sweating bodies only added to the stench. Kate pressed a handkerchief to her nose, though before long she would find that she no longer needed it, because you soon got used to living with the London stink. But it was a world away from peaceful Middleham and the spacious dales and moors of Yorkshire.

‘Make way! Make way for my lady the Duchess of Gloucester!’ cried the captain at the head of their escort, as the townsfolk – some very fine and puffed up in their velvets and gold chains – stepped unwillingly out of the path of the horses. A few doffed their hats and bowed; others peered curiously at the occupants of the horse litter.Londoners knew of the Duchess Anne mostly by repute, for she had spent most of her life at her father’s castle of Middleham in Yorkshire, now the property of her husband and his favourite seat. From there he had ruled the north like another king, and ruled it well. He was not well known in the capital, but the people cheered Anne as she passed, for they had loved her father, the Kingmaker, and it was said that she was a good and loyal wife, a kindly lady who performed many acts of charity, and most pious and devout. A loving mother too, by all accounts. A shame that she had borne just the one son and heir, after eleven years of marriage.assumed that the robust boy sitting next to the Duchess was Edward of Middleham. But, to her sorrow, Anne had had to leave him behind in Yorkshire, for he had not been strong enough to travel. Neither had she, in truth, but Richard needed her in London, and to London she had come as fast as she could, ready to stand beside her lord., looking avidly beyond the looped-back curtains of the litter, and waving back to some of the friendlier bystanders, had quickly perceived that London was in a ferment of anticipation. Overheard snatches of conversation, meaningful looks thrown in their direction by a cluster of merchants engaged in heated debate, the catcalls of street boys, and the nervous demeanour of the Duchess, all gave her to understand that they were riding unprepared into the midst of a city split by unrest.the litter clattered and juddered along Bishopsgate, Kate felt a deep sense of foreboding. It was clear that her father’s authority was by no means fully established. Judging by the mood of the citizens, many were still anticipating that another civil war might break out. She saw men wearing hauberks, brigandines, padded jackets and even armour; most carried daggers, and some had swords. There were more people than normal on the streets, Anne said anxiously.mood of the people was wary, turbulent. ‘Gloucester wants the crown himself, I tell you!’ one man could be heard insisting, while another was loudly proclaiming his opinion that the Duke was planning to cancel the coronation.

‘How can they speak so of my father?’ Kate spoke into the Duchess’s ear.’s face was taut. ‘They are ignorant fools!’ she hissed, with unaccustomed vehemence. ‘What did he say to them when he rode with the King into London? He cried repeatedly, “Behold your prince and sovereign lord!” And he kept deferring to the boy very reverently. The people could have seen his loyalty with their own eyes. It is the Wydevilles and their kin who stir up trouble.’

‘Ask your lord about the weapons, lady!’ yelled a red-faced man in a butcher’s apron. Anne blanched and looked away.

‘What is he talking about?’ John asked her. ‘What weapons?’

‘I wish I understood,’ she replied. ‘All I know is that your father wrote to say that, when he entered London with the King, he sent ahead four wagons loaded with weapons bearing Wydeville devices, and had the criers announce that these arms had been collected by his enemies to use against him.’

‘Where’s the Queen?’ a woman shrieked suddenly, jabbing a gnarled finger at the litter.

‘I shall ignore that,’ Anne muttered, tight-lipped. ‘They must know she is in sanctuary. It was a cunning move to gain sympathy and discredit the Duke – acting the poor widow, in fear of what he might do to her and her children.’knew all too well that the Queen’s continued sojourn in sanctuary was doing her father no good. It must embarrass him greatly, for it looked at best as if he had not taken fitting care for her protection, and at worst as if he meant ill to her and her children. After the seizing of Rivers and Grey, people might easily believe that – as some in this crowd plainly did. Yet Richard had written that he’d been trying to persuade Elizabeth Wydeville to leave sanctuary. But she refuses, and keeps on refusing!he had complained. How does that make me look to the world? By her refusal, she proclaims me a danger to her!

‘She must know he was loyal and devoted to King Edward,’ Anne said. ‘How could she think he would harm Edward’s wife and children? My lord does not make war on women and infants!’

‘No, he does not; and he is taking good care of the King,’ Kate responded indignantly. He had summoned the lords and citizens to swear fealty to young Edward, and ensured that all due honours were paid to the boy. He had ordered coins to be minted in his sovereign’s name. Then the Council, at the Duke of Buckingham’s suggestion, had arranged for the King to take up residence in the royal palace in the Tower of London, which had been one of his late father King Edward’s favourite residences, and surely held many happy memories for his son. Kate had never seen the royal apartments there, but her father had told her that they overlooked the river and were sumptuous, with a great banqueting hall and richly appointed chambers with exquisite stained-glass windows. The walls were painted with angels and birds in gold and vermilion, and there were floor tiles emblazoned with heraldic badges. Kate thought that her cousin the King was very lucky to be living in such a beautiful palace, and she had no doubt that her father had thought of everything needful for his comfort.were approaching a fine stone mansion, so tall that it dominated the Bishopsgate skyline and dwarfed the other houses.

‘Crosby Hall – at last!’ the Duchess said thankfully. ‘I could not have borne to be jolted about on these cobbles for much longer.’litter trundled through a wide archway into a spacious courtyard, and drew to a halt outside an imposing outdoor stone staircase. Kate looked up in awe at the arcades of tall traceried windows on the upper storey of the building that towered above her, and the fine stonework of its walls, turrets and parapets. Crosby Hall was one of the grandest houses she had ever seen.courtyard was a hive of noisy activity, as servants hurried in and out of the house unloading carts and sumpter mules. The Duke, they soon learned, had taken up residence here only that morning, and his stuff was still being brought into the house. Kate climbed down behind Anne, leaving John to bring up the rear, and they ascended the stairs. And there, at the top, flanked by his chief household officers, Richard himself appeared, waiting to greet them.’s joy at seeing her father was slightly marred by the sight of his tense, drawn, unsmiling face. She watched as he raised the Duchess from her curtsey, took her in his arms and kissed her full on the mouth.

‘My lady, it does me good to see you,’ he said. ‘And my children! It has been too long.’ So saying, he beckoned Kate and John forward and embraced them in turn as they rose from their obseisances. Yet it was a formal embrace, Kate noted, as if her father, conscious of his new office, was standing on ceremony. He seemed unusually distant – he, who had normally been so warm to his children. Poor man, he must have a lot on his mind, she told herself.

‘Come within!’ the Duke invited. ‘You shall see that I have found us a fine house. You might even say it is fit for a king!’could only agree when she walked into the soaring hall and looked up at the red and gold timbered ceiling arching far above her head. It was a magnificent room, lit by a tall, elegant oriel and a row of high clerestory windows, and its white walls were hung with the most intricate tapestries shot with gold. She saw that Anne and John too were impressed by the splendour of their new residence.

‘Is this one of the King’s houses?’ John asked.

‘No, my son, it was built by an Italian merchant, and enlarged by Sir John Crosby, from whom I lease it,’ the Duke explained. ‘There is no finer residence in the City, apart from Baynard’s Castle.’ By all accounts that too was a palatial building, so Kate wondered why he had removed here.indicated that Anne should seat herself in one of the carved chairs set either side of the vast stone fireplace. Stools had been set ready for Kate and John, and a groom was sent to command wine and comfits from the kitchens. ‘I know you like them,’ the Duke smiled, sounding more like his old self. ‘I have ordered a feast for tonight, to celebrate your arrival. My lady, how is our son?’

‘He was well when last I heard, thanks be to God,’ Anne said. ‘But my lord, I am more concerned about you. You are looking tired.’

‘The last weeks have been especially challenging,’ the Duke replied. ‘You know most of what has been going on, but there is more. Tell me, what was the mood of the people when you travelled through London?’

‘I did detect hostility, but there was also some cheering,’ Anne recalled.

‘Good,’ the Duke said briskly. ‘Generally I am popular in the City. These merchants and men of business foresaw only instability with the government in the hands of a child and the grasping Wydevilles.’

‘We saw men in armour,’ John piped up.father frowned. ‘These are uncertain times. Some fear that these tensions might lead to war. The Queen’s supporters have the ear of some of the councillors. My motives have been questioned.’ His expression was grim.

‘Your motives? I don’t understand.’ Anne was bewildered.Duke’s eyes met hers. ‘They say I have meant all along to take the throne myself.’’s gasp was audible. John stared at his father incredulously. The Duchess had gone very pale.

‘But you have never given them cause to think that!’ she protested. ‘What of all the things you have done to ensure the King’s peaceful succession? Your care and deference for him, your nurturing of him for kingship?’

‘That all counts for little beside the gossip,’ the Duke retorted bitterly. ‘Which assuredly you will hear, I warn you. That is why I have prepared you.’

‘Have you spoken out in your defence?’ The sharpness in Anne’s voice betrayed her distress.

‘I have indeed.’ He got up and started pacing up and down the marble floor. ‘Why do you think I have based myself here in the City? Every day I have been wooing the chief citizens of London with fair words and gifts, and assuring them that rumour speaks false – and I do believe that I am beginning to calm the fears of some who suspected from the beginning what mark I shot at!’saw that her father was very angry. He was gnawing his lip, and that was always a sure sign.

‘But I have yet to convince the Council,’ Richard was saying. ‘There are those who wish to prevent me from extending my power beyond the coronation. Well, I know what I must do. A house divided is bound to fall. I will divide the Council. I have summoned those councillors who support me to meet with me here, in private. The rest can amuse themselves planning the coronation, which should keep them out of mischief. The real business of the realm will be carried on here.’

‘My lord, take care, I beg of you!’ Anne urged. The Duke ceased his pacing.

‘Rest assured I will, my lady.’Anne still looked troubled. ‘I heard … on the way here … things that disturbed me. One man asked where the Queen was; it was like an accusation.’

‘I have invited her back to court. I have sent messages assuring her of my good intentions towards her and her children. I encourage people to visit her without hindrance, to demonstrate that I intend her no harm.’

‘While you keep her brother and her son in prison, she will never believe that,’ Anne warned.

‘And if I release them, having justly imprisoned them, accused them of treason and seized their estates, they will surely exact vengeance on me.’

‘There was something else,’ Anne said. ‘A man shouted at me to ask you about the weapons. What could he have meant?’

‘He must have been referring to the cartloads of arms that I commanded to be sent before us when I entered the City with the King,’ Richard said. ‘Some allege I faked evidence of a plot against me. In this climate, people will say and believe anything. You must give such calumnies no credence.’made a visible effort to relax. ‘But enough of this kingdom’s woes. I have thought of nothing else these past weeks. Right now, I want you all to cease worrying and enjoy your stay in London. There is nothing I cannot deal with, and we have a coronation to look forward to. No doubt you ladies have been discussing your attire. I have sent for the best mercers and goldsmiths in Cheapside to attend upon you. And now we must to dinner!’1553. Baynard’s Castle, London.Earl has waved all the servants away, and as a door closes behind them and their footsteps fade away into the distance, he looks intently at us.


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