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“Surely the King would not harm a four year old boy,” Sir Henry suggested, “And the remembrance of his own son causes him to be much forgiving and understanding.”

Mmmm...
This seems naive.

Margaret thought about it for a time and then showed a raised brow, “I did note a kindness to Edmund...his son. Mayhap I should write to him and show our appreciation. It would be good to have an ally.

This is a much better response.

I can't help rooting for Margaret Beaufort...which will make me enemies, I am sure.

I rather find silence now when I should wish his persistent advice.”

Oh man, having lost my father a few years back, does this statement ring fully true...

So many things I wish I could ask...

“You mistake me, Your Grace,” Warwick bowed, “It was merely a thought due to their ages and place. Of course a foreign marriage is more appropriate and useful.”

Ha! Nice one. ;)
 
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“Understand I do...” the Earl attempted to pacify but Richard cut him off.

“I do not think that you do, sir,” the King rounded his desk and stood as tall as he might, “Your foreign policy does not exist. Only mine. And though I have appreciated your efforts for these many years, I will not have you running a different policy than the one that I desire. Speak to the French, the Burgundians or anyone else that you may find but you will tell to them my words and only my words. Is that clear enough for you?”

Warwick bowed his head after the dressing down, “Of course.”

“Good,” the King moved back to his wine, “Now...unless there is more, I have much work to do.”

Oof.

Gentlemen, an unadvisable strong king is just as bad as an absent king...

Richard thinks he is ruling well, but if he alienates his power base...that won't end well.
 
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“You are a wicked soul,” Margaret looked to him with disdain and then to her husband, “And you? L'homme le plus fou du monde. The two of you deserve one another. Frankly, I care not where you go. Yet I will take my son with me and go to France where I may find some refuge with my father and uncle...such good it may do me I know not what.”

Henry raised a brow, “No doubt there you will find also the Duke of Somerset. That should please you.”

“You speak of false notions!” she admonished, “And you may not stay to here either. Within the day have your man here pack your things. We leave at first light!”

Henry is still good for a surprisingly slick burn every now and again...
 
Henry is still good for a surprisingly slick burn every now and again...

Heh @TheExecuter you will enjoy @coz1's Henry A LOT more now that he's no longer king. He does have quite a wit! And enjoys employing it to make pointed barbs. Great writing!

Renss
 
“It is...the English,” Charles replied, “I may handle all of these. Bourbon...Orleans...even Champagne...the Empire. Yet these English may not be trusted. I know it well. All of these years this Lord of Warwick makes promises. It is never followed. There was a time when the side of England meant something. A cudgel to France. Yet those days are over...I am sorry for you. It is a new world and yet the Earl of Warwick still lies. The King of England has taken his seat and he will never let it go. He will want Normandy and more...he will want France.”

Ah, Warwick us beginning to outstay his welcome. This is the thing with manipulating schemers...once people cotton on to the act / game, the gig becomes MUCH harder...
 
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“You are a pleasure to me when you are mischievous,” she answered, “So I may forgive you.”

Richard kissed her cheek, “Then you will not argue anymore?”

“It depends...” she teased, “...on what you say next.”

He grinned, “What if I suggested that we return to bed?”

“It is cold,” Cecily answered as she allowed him to sweep her up in his arms.

This is going too well...

I foresee more tears in the narrative soon...
 
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“So it does not trouble you that you have not been raised?” Warwick questioned, “Your nephew remains the young Duke of Buckingham and even your cousin given title as Earl of Devon to replace the fled Courtenay. Do you not hold ambition, sir?”

Ah, the conceit of believing others to think the same way you do.

This whole chapter is delightful in terms of watching players of the game play it in different ways.

“I wish advancement for we the nobility, sir,” the Earl replied, “And as you may wish to be named Duke...so do I. I have earned it.”

Oh, Warwick...your actions during the war disqualified you from a Dukedom...Dukes need to be LOYAL, and you are a loose cannon.

You have to work WITH the sovereign in order to advance...or you end up needing to act against the king, with all the risk.

Stafford arched his brow, “And you helped place him there.”

“As did you,” Warwick replied readily, “Saved his life even. And yet what has he done for you?”

“He has left us alone,” Margaret answered softly and with appreciation.

Warwick unable to understand folks playing the long game...

I'm fascinated to watch how Margaret B. does... especially if Warwick deposes Richard.

It is a bit out of character for Warwick, he's normally a bit more cunning than this and wouldn't keep bashing his head against the wall for ideas that are clearly never going to work. It feels like there is a destination in mind "Warwick goes treasonous traitor" and he is being forced down that path even if it doesn't fit his character and the changed circumstances.

He does have the nub of a point, war with France is a good and just aim that all can support, but war with absolutely everyone is perhaps less than ideal. King Richard I think would accept advice and counsel if it is "Here is how best to achieve your stated goals" rather than repeatedly arguing about a decision that has been made. A Warwick who was on form would see this and act accordingly, but alas he is no longer the man he was.

Mayhap Warwick wasn't completely honest about his original goals...

Henry hesitated before answering, “I might still be to there if it were not for my wife.”

A bit late for this bit of truth to penetrate...

Sir Fulk leaned in once more, “If you wish your life, Tom...get out!”

Yep, it's time for the rats to abandon the ship.
 
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“There be no safety until there are no pretenders,” the King replied quickly, “As long as Henry lives...or his bastard...Beauforts and the whore...we are none of us safe. There will always be a cause for people to rally round. I am not content to wait. I will act now and do so decisively. Root and stem, my son. I shall rip them from the earth and be done with them.”

Indeed.

Though why Normandy must be gained before dealing with Henry VI, his son...and the Beauforts...baffles me slightly.

Why neither Warwick nor Edmund has made this point is also problematic.

I did notice that the identity of the King that Henry is being dragged towards was not mentioned. Given his track record it's entirely possible it isn't Richard.

I also have to disagree with TBC about how offing Henry could end the whole thing, sure it would tidy up one line but issues remain. Specifically there is the presence of 'Chekov's Baby', a great deal of time has been spent on Tudors and Beauforts so I assume that strand will come into play at some point and not in a way the Yorkists will appreciate.

Now now, whose to say that the York family is the right ones to lead the Kingdom...

;)
 
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Jules sat forward, “It was not so difficult to pull you to bed. It is clear to me that you are an interesting man. Perhaps different than the rest. With a life full of conflicts and torn away from your country. Why not just find another life, sir? My Lord? Why pursue what looks a losing cause for you in England and keep following this woman...this Queen...when she slept with your own father and shows a bastard child from it? And one you call the Prince? It is laughable, sir!”

“I stopped laughing some time ago,” Somerset plainly replied.

“So why not start finding the joy in your life, sir?!” Jules stood and moved to him, “Leave Anjou. Come to Toulouse...or to Savoy. Go on pilgrimage. Mayhap the Holy Land. Do something and leave all of this behind. I promise you, sir...my Lord...if you continue, this will be the death of you.”

Perhaps Somerset desires a quick death...after all, his paramour is waiting for him.
 
“What mean you?” the Earl questioned.

“You do flatter, cousin, when you want something,” Edmund watched crashing waves beat at the shoreline, “What is it?”

Heh. Indeed.

That is a false question, cousin,” Edmund turned, “What is done is done and my father is King. It will be what he desires. Not you or I.”

“Of course,” Warwick agreed, “Yet it is time for you to begin making your mark. Like it or no, you are the heir. It is a thing that Ned understood exceedingly well and as he is no longer here, it falls to you no matter how heavy the burden. Great times are ahead of us, cousin. We must only get through this ordeal of your father’s choosing and then it will be at our fingertips.”

Beware Warwick...I get the distinct impression he would be happy to see York's sons die.
 
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“He is...my liege Lord,” the Duke replied with reticence.

Charles leaned back finally, “Is he? And what has he done for you?

Exactly.

Feudalism only works if the responsibilities go both ways.

Something I wish powerful leaders would remember more these days...but alas...

Charles turned with a saddened face, “Then what will you do once you leave from here? For leave here you must. I shall allow passage for both you and the French army. Yet when you are gone...what will you do?”

“I will rescue my King,” Henry Beaufort straightened his shoulders, “That is my duty. My oath. What I owe to my father.”

“Blood oaths, my young Lord,” Charles lifted with pain from his chair and stepped to the Duke of Somerset with a serious eye. He stood close and patted gently to Somerset’s cheek with care, “They work both ways. Make your peace with this Richard. As I understand it...you did love his son.”

Another sharing the words of God with a poor misguided soul...how many interventions must you ignore, young Somerset?

Beware less the grace of God abandon you forever...!
 
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And I'll have to because I've just finished plotting out the next ten years and in some ways fully to the finish. I won't be as slow as some others to get to that ending ( ;) ) but I'll get there, God willing. It's all up here (coz1 points to his head), I just have to get it out.

Heh.

I'll have you know I had The Last Mission plotted out to the end in my head and notes back in 2007/2008...

There is no guarantees on 'getting it out'...
 
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Richard held a strong hand to the young Duke’s shoulder, “You will lead, sir. But I shall be at the front. The whore nearly destroyed me when our positions were reversed. Tomorrow we shall pay her back tenfold and more!”

It's a good plan, milord...

Under his breath, King Henry scoffed, “You are not of my loins.”

“What did you say?!” Margaret rushed to him and held to his collar.

Henry stood and roughly brushed her hand away, “I said that this one is not my child! It comes from that one’s father and never mine own!”

At last! You have no idea how joyful this made me!

More seriously, I suppose you could say pride and/or he was still trying (in his own way) to hold his place when he still wanted it. It may have also been too hard to believe given his piety.

I read it as an unwillingness to destroy his relationship with his wife. After all, if he got rid of his wife, that would put him even more in the power of his nobles...who he already doesn't trust.

Being King requires hard choices be made...and Henry is / was allergic to making hard choices.
 
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“I could,” the former King answered, “You are unloved because you do not love yourself as God would desire. He does provide, my Lord. Yet you do not wish it.”

And now a third person providing guidance...

For the love of God stop ignoring God...

“It is never too late, my Lord,” Henry answered him, “I know that many think that I am a fool...addled...the mad King and all that. Yet I do see far more than I am given credit. I see your pain. I see it in my cousin. Even yon Somerset as he goes forth in mine own name. Or hers. I...I just want to see the lush countryside of England again, sir. Hold some peace for my mind. Be done with all of this other. Can you imagine it?”

Exeter felt a tear to his eye as he replied, “Every day of my life.”

“Then help me,” Henry pleaded, “Help me find that!”

And again Henry asks for help and his courtiers ignore it to pursue their own ends. No wonder Henry withdraws in frustration.

Arrows flew overhead and many around them were struck down as the elders and wealthy fled the keep but Henry Beaufort held a peace of mind. He finally turned to Margaret and placed a gloved hand to her cheek, “I am not the martyr, madam. That man died years ago. I have only ever loved once and so shall never do again.”

She began to weep uncontrollably and Somerset looked to his brother with a shout and a stern gaze, “Take her now!!”

And, as I predicted, it ends in tears...right?

“Yes...” Somerset answered, “...I know. Ned told me.”

Oof, ok...now I'm crying...

We are...legion,” Somerset showed a wicked smile, “And you? The last of a terrible world. Whether you wish it or no...kill me now, sir. For if you do not...I will surely kill you.”

Ooh, I like this. A bit of Perelandra with a hint of demonic possession a la Weston, but only a hint...
“I give you everything that I have...that I am...” Somerset released his sword and struggled to his knees to show his neck, “...all that I might ever hope to be. For I do not wish this world. Not if you are in it and Ned is not!”

Tragic.

There is another way...but we often don't like to take it.
 
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The former King smiled again, “If you wish advice from me, cousin...then you have come to the wrong place.”

Indeed.

Richard is letting his personal feelings blind him to what must be done here...

James again looked to them with some ferocity in his eyes, “Yet I am young, sirs. And impatient. Let those that tussle with us know...we will take our spoils. I may not answer for my father’s decisions, yet if we hold some of Northumberland...then we should hold it all.”

“It will not be kept!” the Bishop proclaimed.

“No...” James offered a wry smile for his age, “...yet we may render it useless in the after.”

Good, good...let the hate flow. A proper Scots reaction.
 
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It also destroyed the feudal system as it was, without actually destroying the fundamentals of the kingdom. So the landed elite titles, the rule of law, the justices, the monarchy, parliament etc were all intact, but the former were mostly dead, meaning modernisation and centralisation without much actual reform could occur. Hence why the modern UK is very, very similar in makeup to this period in terms of fundamentals...it's just that the landowners and hereditary nobles had their independent powers removed and placed into the other branches of the realm, mostly Parliament and the Monarchy, which then became increasingly intertwined
It was ever changing but to the better in many ways. Of all the European monarchies, the English/British was and remains the most stable (despite some further hiccups.) Largely due to what you mention above.

I still like Richard for the most part. Yes, he can be dumb and stubborn. But he's always had righteous indignation and the will to carry it through. More will in the latter parts of the story than before. Let's say conviction first, followed by will.

But he does have some terrible handicaps also. He's not very smart, I think sometimes. He lets determination and conviction of righteousness make up for it

He's also slow to take good counsel, and often refuses good counsel because he feels like he doesn't need advice.

It's sad that Warwick doesn't ever have his suggestions listened to until and unless he convinces others to counsel the king for him.

Has Warwick, I wonder, already messed up the things with Georgie? Or maybe this is all his plan.

Great stuff @coz1 !

Rensslaer
I won't deny that it is difficult to weave the Warwick of OTL with the Warwick of this work. While he is predestined in many ways to fulfill his historical role, I still need to make his actions and motivations realistic. The dynamic is changed. Where IRL, Warwick always considered himself superior to Edward due to age at the least, he remains a nephew to Richard. In both counts, he chafes because he is losing his position and power. Here it makes sense (to me at least) that Richard would discount the advice of Warwick because, as you suggest, he believes himself to be the smartest man in the room. Not that Warwick always offers sage advice, but Richard might listen a bit better.

Henry is still good for a surprisingly slick burn every now and again...

Heh @TheExecuter you will enjoy @coz1's Henry A LOT more now that he's no longer king. He does have quite a wit! And enjoys employing it to make pointed barbs. Great writing!

Renss
This makes me happy as I did so enjoy the freedom I had with Henry after he stepped aside. :)

This is going too well...

I foresee more tears in the narrative soon...

And, as I predicted, it ends in tears...right?

Oof, ok...now I'm crying...
An excellent prediction. ;)

You have finally reached that point in the narrative where things are totally altered. In a lot of ways, this was the culmination of the first part of this work. I have mentioned many times that there are several inflection points along the path of this story, but the one, two, three of Edward, York taking the crown and Somerset's death was really the crescendo of what we might call "Part 1."

I am incredibly honored that you have read through this (and given awesome comments along the way.)

Ooh, I like this. A bit of Perelandra with a hint of demonic possession a la Weston, but only a hint...
I admit, I had to look this up. I love CS Lewis, but this one passed me by. Need to check it out!

As to the moment, the chapter on Somerset and his end was one of the most heart wrenching to write. For personal reasons (as mentioned at the time) and because in many ways, the only true "love story" in this work was that of Harry and Ned. I show it sometimes between York and Cecily (and the opposite with Margaret and Henry), but so far the closest relationship was this one. I had to be delicate with it because I did not include it to be salacious. Yet once I decided to lean into the rumor, it opened up a whole new pathway to both write for these characters and maybe understand them and their motivations more. It was difficult to see them removed from the narrative because I believe it added a lot. But I had to do it. There was no other path to my mind.


To all - I am posting a lot less at the moment, and I so enjoy @TheExecuter's commentary as he reads through, but I hope long time readers did not miss the last scene. I did actually get some writing done last weekend so maybe we will get back into action here soonish. Let us hope. :)

Also, I should promote the Yearly AARland Year-end AwAARds now begun for the works of 2024! I say it every time we vote for something - you should not feel any need to vote for this work though appreciate it I do. However, please do try and offer your voice to support all of those AARs and writAARs that bring you so much joy and fun. They will most certainly appreciate seeing their efforts appreciated. We have until February so get to voting!
 
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“But yes…” Cecily beamed as she sat back, “...we shall take in the boy. After all...he was meant for the Tower.”

Ugh. The stupidity to say that in front of the boy's mother...

As he rode off, Warwick watched and cringed.

Another one.

Ah, the perils of ambition. Warwick should celebrate...but he wants more.
 
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Very few writers see their original work in the finished product. Paddy Chayefsky, William Goldman and Arthur Miller, maybe. Mamet? I suppose we could go back to good old Bill Shakespeare. After that?

I have discovered that even readers directly reading do not see a work the same way an author sees it.

"Very good, sir. I'll get them exhumed right away." Dick and Trixie turned to leave.

:rofl:

“Oh Jasper!!” she finally spoke softly and then opened her eyes wide.

He was not there. Yet Margaret was certain that she briefly saw the face of Prince Edmund in her mind.

Oh no.

You would make me choose between rooting for Margaret B and Isabella?

Hmm.
 
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The Queen looked from her sister to her daughters. With a smile she then turned to Lady Beaufort, “My Lord husband returns. And he is the King.”

“Yes he is,” Lady Exeter quietly agreed.

“Yes...” Margaret Beaufort offered a reticent nod, “...he is.”

Yes, play the game...yes...

“To a good man of God, any home is a place of worship.”

Indeed. And it is good to be reminded of that fact...

Archbishop Neville stepped away with disappointment, “The King will not be pleased.”

“Then mayhap he should come and see to his cousin before he leaves these shores for another war.”

George Neville had no more answer and turned to leave the chamber. Henry did not stop him. Instead he shifted to the table and eyed the offered scroll. He knew what they asked. He even knew why. Yet with a brief smile, he reached out and tipped it to the rush strewn floor with his fingers. As it tumbled to the ground, he laughed. Such is the folly of Kings.

I.e., then let the King come and kill me himself. Then he will fully know the price of kingship, and perhaps why I refused to act when I was king...

“You are so kind, my Prince,” Margaret pulled his head closer to hers, “Why cannot you decide?”

Edmund wanted to pull away but she was sad and her tears moved him, “I am not King.”

“You will be,” she begged and pressed her lips to his.

He did not pull away this time. Not immediately. Margaret was still beautiful and passionate in her embrace. Edmund could not resist. As their lips parted he looked to her with confusion, “I think not that your...”

Dang...fully playing the game now.
 
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Surely, for instance, American people of the 1910s before WWI were very Christian, and the people of rural hill country more so. And yet Sergeant Alvin York (WWI hero) indicated he was essentially a rebel/irreligious before a conversion experience, and all his friends were too. I/we find this a common account, actually. Throughout American History, even back to the 1600s and 1700s, there are chapters in the more detailed history books about "revivals" of Christian belief. Revivals from what? If they're all mostly Christian already.... This suggests they weren't. This suggests a human habituation toward agnosticism and rebellion that would occasionally reverse itself in revivals.

I would point out that in Christian theology, EVERYONE is at the very least agnostic UNTIL conversion. No one is 'in the faith' from birth...
 
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