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If the object was to paint Beaufort as an overweening prat and the elder Neville as the adult in the conversation - mission accomplished! Unlike Beaufort’s mission, which was last seen disappearing into a field latrine, it would seem.

With Margaret’s ill-starred dalliance and another failure for the King in France, the stage is being increasingly set for a nasty fall into a bottomless pit of internecine violence in England.
 
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If the object was to paint Beaufort as an overweening prat and the elder Neville as the adult in the conversation - mission accomplished! Unlike Beaufort’s mission, which was last seen disappearing into a field latrine, it would seem.

With Margaret’s ill-starred dalliance and another failure for the King in France, the stage is being increasingly set for a nasty fall into a bottomless pit of internecine violence in England.
It was indeed my object so I'll take the victory even if I did not get it in the battle. ;) Yes, these are still stage setters but each one adds to the entire mise-en-scene.


To all - look for the next update tomorrow so time still to read and give comment. Thank you all for those that have already done so. :)
 
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Shrewsbury, April 1452

It was cold and Cecily brushed to her eye as she slightly lifted up in the bed, “Husband...you are restless. I have barely held chance to greet the day and you move about with such noise that is like to wake our host.”

“My fury is such that it may wake the Lord of Shrewsbury himself all the way to Calais,” Richard answered as he continued to pace.

The Duchess sighed as she leaned back to the pillow, “I believe his health to be safe for the now. As I should like to find. Especially as I hold this bundle within me. I near to thirty and seven, sir, and I think it to be my last such is the discomfort. You wished to travel here...but my Lord...I do require rest.”

“I am sorry, my sweet rose...” Richard moved to the bed to sit and brushed a kind hand to his wife’s face, “...I am...too taken by events. Words that I must say and that will not do ourselves very much glory in many a circle. We shall be questioned for it and on that I am certain.”

Cecily lifted up once more to hug to her husband, “Your mind is wise, sir. And your grievance sound. Especially if that lady has done the things that have been suggested. We should not know the truth of it, for we were not there...but to do such...”

“I must!” Richard looked to her with a plea, “How may I not? Despite the more salacious aspects...to make charge with the Scots...to make time with Somerset as she does and who knows what ill things she has done there...how may we know that she is true to this King...this kingdom?”

“My Dickon...” she kissed to his cheek and brushed to his bare head, “...you are sound and your words will hold weight. We are here to reward the great Talbot even though he be far away at the now. His Lady wife has been kind to host and allow you chance to give your words. Fine words and good ones, I am sure. She will appreciate them as will all others that hear. Items that must be said. For her husband...for our kingdom.”

Richard held his head low, “If only...”

“If only the King had sent you!” Cecily sat up taller in the bed, “If only he had sent Talbot! Our life was well and grand to Normandy and too sad that none have that chance at the now. My poor brother...caused to find defeat at the hands of his own and not that of the French. And now this? You must speak out...but might I have chance to wake before you find your certainly understood disease?”

“I fear, Celie...” Richard looked to her lovingly, “...I fear that I may say too much. That I must say too much. I may no longer hold back and keep to myself. Our self. The moment demands it and our place is too important to allow for it to continue. My cousin is...weak. I am sorry to say, but he is. Too taken by words of another but never mine. Never ours. Your brother...your nephew...Talbot...those that might provide good and honest counsel.”

Cecily kissed his cheek again, “That need not be said to me because truth will out, husband. You have done naught but struggle as you hope to assist this realm and its sovereign. Your words will bear weight and I know it well. But they must be said. And only you may say them. Only you will be trusted.”

“Yet it will cause...so much,” Richard remained uncertain and looked to his wife with care, “I will be called...many a thing. A traitor. Unloving. Hungry for power and the throne. That...as well as much and more. Every single horrible thing will be said about us as we might accuse them.”

She held to his face with care, “She is a whore and that may not be questioned. Holds only for her home and not for this kingdom. Her brood and harem serves only her cunny and not the better care for this land. Suffolk to Somerset to this. These ill actors do nothing and only your good service will assist every one of us. King to the tavern wench. But you must be strong...you must be certain. You are a great man. My great man! These people of Shrewsbury and all else must know that. I remain tired due to my state, but I am more tired by what has happened to our land.”

“I think you to give the speech,” Richard grinned.

Cecily laughed, “I am but a woman. Who would care to listen? Now what have you got?”

“I think not that you wish a performance,” he stood in feigned protest.

She comforted herself with her covers and smiled, “I think that I may be the only other that loves the sound of your voice more than yourself, my Lord. Now...what have you?”

Richard laughed himself and then shifted to pick up a parchment with what he had written, “I remain uncertain.”

“I am certain that it is spectacular,” Cecily smiled, “Your words are never less than.”

The Duke cleared his throat as he looked to his words but then stopped as he looked to his wife, “I think to send it to the commons of Shrewsbury rather than present them myself and in person.”

“Safe enough,” she agreed, “As long as they hear your wise thoughts.”

He cleared his throat again and then began to read, “I signify unto you, that with the help and supportation of Almighty God and Our Lady and all the company of Heaven, I, after long sufferances and delays, though it is not my will or intent to displease my sovereign lord, seeing that the Duke of Somerset ever prevaileth and ruleth about the King’s person, and that by this means the land is likely to be destroyed, am fully concluded to proceed in all haste against him with the help of my kinsmen and friends.”

“A bit wordy, but smart,” she interrupted, “Yet no mention of the woman?”

Richard raised his eye with sharpness, “I wish not to go to war with a Queen.”

“Yet you effectively declare war against a fellow Duke, husband,” Cecily suggested with a wry smile, “They are...are they not...one and the same?”

“To declare against her would be to declare against Henry.”

She pulled the sheets around her as she looked lovingly to her husband, “If you are to be all in, Dickon...you might as well name all of the culprits.”

“The Lady is of little matter in this regard. I aim the dagger at the man that deserves it,” Richard answered before looking back to his parchment and continued to read, “For that he has caused and foully the loss to both Normandy and Bordeaux and has further counseled for his own benefit and not that of our sovereign, the Duke of Somerset continues to labor about this King for his own doing and not that of mine or yours…”

“Do not forget his costly spending,” Cecily suggested.

Richard gave nod and scribbled upon the page as he spoke, “With our treasure found in waste there may be few left that would...”

He looked up to her with question and she responded quickly, “Preserve us.”

“...that would preserve us and thus in this cause I ask for as many goodly and likely men as you may so that we might take this suit to our sovereign lord for full answer to these numerous grievances.”

York waved a hand as he looked to his wife, “Here is where I list such in great detail. I shall not bore you with it.”

“My thanks,” she gave a humored nod.

“...and with that all stated and given great proof...” he continued, “...there be no doubt in my mind that our sovereign lord must listen as we stand before him with our full compliment and honest service. From here to the east and all the way to the north of this realm, your sound is heard and this case is assured. Stand with me, fine people, and it will be so in all ways. This great kingdom and our sovereign shall be made good and delivered from such foul witness as the Duke of Somerset and given the promise that we, all of us, so desire. I commit my soul and great effort and offer it to you and our King, may Almighty God save him and this realm with this my pledge.”

Cecily thought for a moment before finally giving nod, “I say send it, husband. You have rarely said finer words and none more true. Let these people know of what happens to their kingdom and themselves. Only you may protect. Only you may provide.”

“It may be too strong,” Richard replied with some worry, “I have already ignored one summons. Yet if more arrive, I should need good men and true about me for this cause.”

She smiled and gestured for him to join her, “You are strong, my precious Lord. You sensed an evil trap and rightly so. Now would you please lay with me and allow some few more moments of peace? This one inside of me is about to break forth and I shall have little chance of such in these coming months.”

Richard dropped his paper and went to her, finding a comfortable position in the bed as he held his arms around his wife, “Madam...I think you the strongest woman that I know.”

“Strongest woman?” Cecily questioned with humor as she brushed at his caressing hand, “Stronger than any man that you have ever met and proud of it!”
 
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I really enjoyed this chapter. The back and forth, and the fact that Cecily is there advising Richard is a lovely behind-the-scenes look at their relationship.

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“Strongest woman?” Cecily questioned with humor as she brushed at his caressing hand, “Stronger than any man that you have ever met and proud of it!”

Zing! Love it.
 
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The final line, stronger than any man and telling Richard that the only person who loves his voice more than her is himself. I asked if Richard would be happy with anything less than the crown, but the better question is would Cecily? I can imagine her wielding an axe to the necks of Margaret and Richard and having Henry under her thumb. Thank you for the update.
 
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Well... the Succession Crisis grows more inevitable by the day.
 
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If I was King Henry and as pious as he, but possessive of an atom more firmness and imagination, at this point I would just go: “Alright, you don’t want to listen to me? Fine. Maybe Rome will knock some sense into your heads,” and call for a Papal emissary to investigate the succession dispute, then laugh my rear end off when said emissary issued a final report to the effect of “this whole mess could have been resolved in five minutes had the English ever bothered to pass a proper succession law and the principal lords of state not had all the intelligence and coordination of a bunch of crabs fighting in a boiling pot.”
 
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If I was King Henry and as pious as he, but possessive of an atom more firmness and imagination, at this point I would just go: “Alright, you don’t want to listen to me? Fine. Maybe Rome will knock some sense into your heads,” and call for a Papal emissary to investigate the succession dispute, then laugh my rear end off when said emissary issued a final report to the effect of “this whole mess could have been resolved in five minutes had the English ever bothered to pass a proper succession law and the principal lords of state not had all the intelligence and coordination of a bunch of crabs fighting in a boiling pot.”
...dude...it took centuries for someone to make an inheritance law that stuck.

And that guy, Henry 8th, only managed it because the other two people in line for the throne were women (and one was a Catholic. And both were by that time illegitimate).

And even then, it lasted one ruler before being broken and a bit of violence was required to get back on track.

It was only after the Glorious Revolution (that is, the second time Parliament took over the monarchy), that rhe rules became fixed and legally binding, followed to the letter.

A decentralised fuedal England has no chance of getting an inheritance law passed that will be obeyed in due course. And certainly not when there are 200 people with a claim to the throne, all of whom belong to two feuding halves of a family with massive armies and treasuries.
 
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I really enjoyed this chapter. The back and forth, and the fact that Cecily is there advising Richard is a lovely behind-the-scenes look at their relationship.

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Zing! Love it.
I particularly enjoyed writing this scene, especially as I believe Cecily may be my favorite character to write for. She has a strength (as mentioned in the last line) that is often lacking in many of the male characters. And I think she is more level headed than Margaret of Anjou, regardless of how formidable she may be now or will be going forward. Even Richard of York has his moments of doubt that she does not possess (as hopefully shown in the scene above.) Of the 3 main women of this era (to include Margaret Beaufort who is still quite young as of 1452) to me Cecily is really the most fascinating.

I also really love the relationship between Richard and Cecily. From all of my reading, theirs was a true one and not just a match made for other reasons (even if those were also present.) It's fun to try and bring it to life.

The final line, stronger than any man and telling Richard that the only person who loves his voice more than her is himself. I asked if Richard would be happy with anything less than the crown, but the better question is would Cecily? I can imagine her wielding an axe to the necks of Margaret and Richard and having Henry under her thumb. Thank you for the update.
You may very well be right about Cecily. She does, after all, have a minor claim to the throne herself through her...wait for it...Beaufort ancestry. :eek: Her mother was Joan Beaufort, daughter of John of Gaunt. Thus she is descended from Edward III. Her claim would grow a little stronger should Henry VI do away with the Beaufort exclusion from succession put into place when Henry IV came to power and name Edmund Beaufort, Duke of Somerset as his heir since he remains without issue. It is ironically this point that is one of the thorniest for Richard of York who himself wanted to be named official heir (and obviously holds the best claim and arguably better than Henry himself.)

Well... the Succession Crisis grows more inevitable by the day.
It most certainly does and thank goodness for that. Otherwise I'd have little to write about. ;)

If I was King Henry and as pious as he, but possessive of an atom more firmness and imagination, at this point I would just go: “Alright, you don’t want to listen to me? Fine. Maybe Rome will knock some sense into your heads,” and call for a Papal emissary to investigate the succession dispute, then laugh my rear end off when said emissary issued a final report to the effect of “this whole mess could have been resolved in five minutes had the English ever bothered to pass a proper succession law and the principal lords of state not had all the intelligence and coordination of a bunch of crabs fighting in a boiling pot.”
That is a possible route to take but I'd think even in the 15th century, England would be rather leery of inviting Papal influence on the royal court and succession. More to that, it could invite an opening of a can of worms for Henry himself as it may be judged that he and his line of Lancastrian Kings were illegitimate since they usurped the throne from Richard II. It is this matter, I believe, that truly leads to the WOTR and should rightly be considered the real start of it.

...dude...it took centuries for someone to make an inheritance law that stuck.

And that guy, Henry 8th, only managed it because the other two people in line for the throne were women (and one was a Catholic. And both were by that time illegitimate).

And even then, it lasted one ruler before being broken and a bit of violence was required to get back on track.

It was only after the Glorious Revolution (that is, the second time Parliament took over the monarchy), that rhe rules became fixed and legally binding, followed to the letter.

A decentralised fuedal England has no chance of getting an inheritance law passed that will be obeyed in due course. And certainly not when there are 200 people with a claim to the throne, all of whom belong to two feuding halves of a family with massive armies and treasuries.
This is a particularly fine point. Even the above mentioned Beaufort exclusion provision put in place under Henry IV is suspect as he may not have really had that authority as it was an amendment to the parliamentary statute in place at the time. And since we're not at a point where the King can just do whatever he wants (especially in England) it is a specifically sticky issue. That does not mean that he cannot try, however. ;)


To all - Really great looks to the scene above and the moment in time. I took many of the words Richard sent to the council at Shrewsbury from his actual "manifesto" though I took some liberties with the wording. It's about half real and half made up by me. I hope it flows seamlessly. In OTL this was done in February of 1452 but I pushed it out to later to allow for the battle at Saintonge to come before he sent it. We're starting to see a little divergence from actual history and I hope it works and makes sense.

I'm looking to get another scene up by Monday but my writing has slowed in the past week as RL gets back to some sense of normalcy. As in, I'm fully back to work and thus have less time to write in and around other things. But I am still plugging along and have at least the rest of this chapter outlined even if not yet written. The next scene is mostly done and I hope to finish it over the weekend.

Thank you to all for reading and giving comment! It definitely keeps me moving. :cool:
 
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...dude...it took centuries for someone to make an inheritance law that stuck.

And that guy, Henry 8th, only managed it because the other two people in line for the throne were women (and one was a Catholic. And both were by that time illegitimate).

And even then, it lasted one ruler before being broken and a bit of violence was required to get back on track.

It was only after the Glorious Revolution (that is, the second time Parliament took over the monarchy), that rhe rules became fixed and legally binding, followed to the letter.

A decentralised fuedal England has no chance of getting an inheritance law passed that will be obeyed in due course. And certainly not when there are 200 people with a claim to the throne, all of whom belong to two feuding halves of a family with massive armies and treasuries.
That is fair enough, I meant it more as a plague on all their houses.
 
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Just caught up with the last month’s updates in one sitting, and I have to say this thing flows especially well read back to back. I enjoyed the grand sweep of numerous threads ducking in and out, slowly but surely tying together.

The renewed war with France is obviously the main order of the day, and it feels unthinkable that we’ll reach the end of the year without something pretty major happening back home, too. Particularly if York and Somerset are about to go at it in the open…

Good stuff, coz! Keep it coming :D
 
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That is no doubt, @Historywhiz !

Just caught up with the last month’s updates in one sitting, and I have to say this thing flows especially well read back to back. I enjoyed the grand sweep of numerous threads ducking in and out, slowly but surely tying together.

The renewed war with France is obviously the main order of the day, and it feels unthinkable that we’ll reach the end of the year without something pretty major happening back home, too. Particularly if York and Somerset are about to go at it in the open…

Good stuff, coz! Keep it coming :D
That is really kind @DensleyBlair and thank you for reading through quite a lot to get to where we are! That it flows so well to you is truly a compliment. I always hope it does and every part fits into the larger puzzle, making sense and slowly building the characters and moment in time. This project has been a long time in my mind and I want to make it meaningful for the reader. Something lasting. Also...I just love this particular period of history in England as bad is it was for so many. It is likely my most researched bit of history in study.

And keep it coming is what I hope to do as I believe to be finished with the next scene. I said Monday, but you get it a day early. Hey...you know when I write I want to get it out there! :D
 
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Westminster, April 1452

“Your Grace!” Cardinal Kempe implored, “This is full scale rebellion! The Lord of York has risen his own men and those of many others including so many from Kent and other places. Has to him the Earl of Devon who I am told is raising those to the west country as well as Lord Cobham who may be far from his estate but follows this Duke devoutly!”

King Henry kept his head low as he looked to the long table before him. The surface of it...a fine grain of wood. He ran his hand over it for a piece before he responded with question, “When does Somerset return?”

The Cardinal was a fastidious man who had played the game well over these long years. Once promised the arch-bishopric of York, he did hold the title for six years before resigning in the face of the late Duke Humphrey’s call against him. Now he hoped for Canterbury and as he was once more named Lord Chancellor he promised to pursue his position, “It should be a matter of days, Your Grace...but that Lord need not be here to say what must be said!”

“It is a shade of Cade, Your Grace. York’s words sound as if it came from the man himself. More color to what we thought of that poor episode,” The Duke of Buckingham, Humphrey Stafford, spoke out.

The King looked up briefly, “You might know. You lost family.”

“I would indeed, Your Grace.”

Kempe kept to his push, “Yet it is a chapter and more verse from the same tome, Your Grace. I would hesitate to repeat the vile accusations, but they are all there. And now...York’s words seem to have risen half the realm!”

“It is his manner,” Henry sighed as he again brushed to the wood, “Our cousin does wish more for...ourselves.”

“Your Grace...” the Cardinal pressed his fingers to the table, “...He would wish for himself and not yours. He does not raise an army of men for peace. There is to be no grand parade through London and to your place unless he wishes otherwise!”

Buckingham showed a nod, “I must agree with the Lord Chancellor on this, Your Grace. It is a tenuous moment and we should put out all stops.”

“We...we needs must wait for counsel from our good Lord Somerset before finding the answer,” the King hesitated, “He should know the best course of action.”

Cardinal Kempe kept at his plea, “Your Grace! The Lord shall be returned to us all in good time, acts of God be pleased, but now is not the moment to wait for such fine words.”

“I might also say...” Buckingham followed, “...he is very much the article of contest in York’s complaint. As it has been.”

The King finally looked to them both with a questioning eye, “What would you have us do? Form a grand army to thwart our cousin? To make worse the bad blood between he and Somerset? Are we to take this realm to civil war?”

“He means you no great good!” Kempe was certain is his response.

Buckingham was slightly more tepid, “As hesitant that I am to disagree with the good Cardinal, he has been...unfulfilled in some of his advice. I would argue peace, Your Grace. As much as may be seen. Another word to the Duke of York perhaps...”

“My God, man!” Kempe shouted, “What more peace could you ask for?! The Lord has built a great body of men to come to here and force his own peace!”

The Duke turned to the Cardinal with a sharp eye, “Now may be the time to look to your own efforts...sir. A supporter of Suffulk...until you were not...”

Henry looked up to watch their expressions but said not a word. Buckingham continued,

“...and now you look to supplant our Lord of Somerset?”

Cardinal Kempe showed shock and affront, “I believe my work and words speak to my actions, my Lord Duke. All in the cause of His Grace and his worth! Your words sound of little difference to that of York...or the traitor Cade!”

“You would question my actions as far as that goes?” Stafford stood with alacrity, “I was one that put these devils to the tower and worse. Investigated every one and assisted His Grace in putting down such rebellion and lost mine own in such process. I seem to recall that your name was often mentioned in their treatise.”

The King held up his hands in frustration, “You bicker! We needs must have an answer and not your confrontation.”

“The Lord of York builds an army to step to your door, Your Grace!” Cardinal Kempe answered with force, “He means, I am certain, to displace you and put himself upon the throne!”

Buckingham sat with patience, “I believe his cause to be forceful but ultimately unsuccessful. York wishes a word, Your Grace. No thing more. A chance to speak his grievances and have them heard. It is too poor that he did not answer your previous summons, but I should suggest a further chance to placate the man. Let him be heard and then do what you will.”

Another voice challenged them all as Queen Margaret entered the Council chamber, “What will do is an attack upon my husband, as has been this entire time! You...all of you...would allow him to be subsumed by the ravings of a power hungry magnate that wishes the crown for his own head! The chance for peace is long past and the Cardinal has it right! Place an army to London...and protect them! And this King!”

Even the Cardinal stood with deference but defiance, “My good Lady...Your Grace...I think this a matter of official business.”

“Nay...” King Henry held up a hand, “...we think to hear her words.”

Buckingham sighed, “I am sure that they are right original...until Somerset returns.”

Margaret glared at him as she spoke, “You have brokered peace and that is what you do at the now. What is hoped. And yet what the all of you do not realize...or respect...is that there shall be no peace at all until this animal is put down! My King...my husband...has done all in his power to satisfy these lords. Yet they will not be...they will never let it be anything but war!”

“My lady Queen...” Cardinal Kempe tried to agree, “...Your Grace...I concur with you entirely. It is all but the King’s word and we should prepare the defenses of London and all else.”

Buckingham was not ready to defer to the Queen and instead spoke directly to Henry, “That will not be enough. If you should allow it and show battle to the Duke, he will most certainly take it. A losing gambit, perhaps. I maintain in my counsel...talks. He will listen, Your Grace. He does not want war.”

“He does!” Margaret answered to all, “In every way! Just the manner in which he and his speak to mine own...he holds no other cause but to be rid of us. You, my Lord husband!!”

King Henry finally stood and moved to his wife, “I should like to speak with my Council for a moment...if you might leave us for a time...I would be with you and I would very much like to have the pleasure of your company.”

Margaret did not like that answer and stormed off in a huff leaving the King to turn to his advisors, “We believe that she does speak true, my Lords. Our cousin has been provocative and while we may well hear his words...should he offer them in person and with care...we would hear them.”

“The defense of London, Your Grace?!” the Cardinal pressed, “The taking of the town would mean quite a lot and it should not fall into his hands.”

“Very well,” Henry waved a hand and turned to leave the chamber, “Arm those that matter.”

Buckingham stopped him, “Your Grace...a word to the Duke. A summons. Yet again. I say once more...invite him to your presence.”

The King held his place and without turning answered, “If he should come peacefully...swear his loyalty upon the Sacrament...call himself as liegeman...we would hear it.”

They were left to parse those words as Henry left the chamber and found his wife waiting outside. She remained angry and he offered her only sad eyes, “I must apologize if you believe that you were not heard.”

“I was heard...by many!” she replied with irritation, “Yet was I heard by you?! The only one that matters!”

Henry looked to her with a stern but caring eye, “I would like a word. A hearing. To me, the only one that matters.”

As she softened her stance, he pressed, “I would like to know if it is true.”

“What could be true about lies?” she asked with a kiss to his cheek, “They will always say all manner of things and I cannot possibly be culprit to every one. You have heard about what they say about so many? It is...part of the campaign. Have I not known you recently?”

He looked to her briefly with a nod before finding his way towards the chapel, “Yes...I suppose that is true.”
 
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Arm and defend London. Tell the Duke to come alone or with a few friends, in peace. If he won't, and will not otherwise disband his forces, he is a traitor and must be fought and apprehended.

Then steal all his land and money.

Alternatively, London is half defended, York rolls it up easily and dethroned the King. Somerset is stuck elsewhere and can either flee or raise an army abroad.

This is not a great situation, unless the King is willing to act and be the bloody king.
 
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Roses, Happy first birthday! Henry, quickly blow out the candle and slice the cake before others steal the cake and piggishly devour all themselves. A bloated Richard with a bellyache will not be a pretty sight to behold.
 
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Margaret is certainly throwing her weight around a bit more. And that final moment between her and Henry didn’t escape the attention. What does a king have to do to get a bit of respect these days, anyway? :D
 
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Margaret has nailed Richard. He wants the CROWN! Henry has found a backbone. While it is only the size of an ant's, it is a backbone. Thank you for the update.
Margaret certainly thinks she has. I don't know if Henry is so sure about his own certainty. ;)

Arm and defend London. Tell the Duke to come alone or with a few friends, in peace. If he won't, and will not otherwise disband his forces, he is a traitor and must be fought and apprehended.

Then steal all his land and money.

Alternatively, London is half defended, York rolls it up easily and dethroned the King. Somerset is stuck elsewhere and can either flee or raise an army abroad.

This is not a great situation, unless the King is willing to act and be the bloody king.
Which of course he is not. I don't think it is always poor strategy to choose not to act, but the worst thing one can do is consider both positions and choose neither without another tenable position available.

Roses, Happy first birthday! Henry, quickly blow out the candle and slice the cake before others steal the cake and piggishly devour all themselves. A bloated Richard with a bellyache will not be a pretty sight to behold.
Well, I am certainly not breaking any Wessex records with this one. :p But thanks for the bday wishes for dear, sweet Roses.

Margaret is certainly throwing her weight around a bit more. And that final moment between her and Henry didn’t escape the attention. What does a king have to do to get a bit of respect these days, anyway? :D
Might be helpful if that King was not Henry to get such respect. ;) She is growing bolder and he is...still Henry.
 
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Warwick Castle, April 1452

Lord Cobham was a large man. Large in both stature and inheritance. His manor was to Kent, so it offered him his affinity, but his mind was entirely to the York claim and inheritance. The sixth Baron of his estate, gained through his wife as so many might have achieved, he was proud and considered that he owed all of his fealty to Richard. Safe and secure in his mind as he spoke, “My Lord of York...we near to London and needs must array our men.”

“I think you speak too quickly...Sir Brooke,” the Earl of Warwick allowed a grin as he answered, “It is one thing to take a Kentish estate. It is entirely other to Londontown.”

The Duke of York stood looking at a crude map, “We are days out. There be no need to go to a frenzy. I await further word. From this King...and my Lord’s father who is due to here at any moment if the roads allow.”

“I am told London already begins to arm, my Lord,” Cobham replied, “Men to the streets...to the walls and gates...over the river, my Lord. It is surely to bar you from entry.”

Warwick moved to pour himself a drink, “I should think the more pressing concern might be the royal army that moves towards Coventry. While perhaps equal in numbers at the now, I should believe we wish not to provoke a violent and direct action.”

“I should think the mobs already seen to Canterbury, Maidstone...Sandwich...and more sufficient to the answer,” Cobham answered to the Duke of York.

York looked up briefly from his map with a skewed eye, “My Lord Cobham, have you a good way to magically leave this place and appear there to join with them? The Earl of Warwick is correct. Not only do these royal soldiers stand between us and London but so too those to the south.”

“I am loathe to disagree with you, my Lord...” Cobham continued, “...yet these good people have found your words inspiring and raise in your defense. The Earl of Devon is soon to find us with his own and with superior numbers, surely the King would not risk martial action. He still hopes to broker a peace as I am told he has sent word through the Duke of Buckingham.”

Richard stood as tall as he might, “I am not at war with the King!!”

“Then perhaps you should be,” Cobham said under his breath.

Warwick purposefully moved to intercede, “Tis Somerset that is the object and he too is soon to the King’s side. It is poor that we do not know his progress for that would be a prime chance. Without that, London should still be the prize for if we control that...we should have the power to convince His Grace of what needs must be done to this Duke of Beaufort.”

Allowing a slight laugh at Warwick’s belittling title for Somerset, Richard agreed, “Too poor that he found his way home from Bordeaux. Would that he had found his personal misfortune with that of our fine English soldiers in Saintonge. Yet I am determined to keep this a peaceful protest. I wish not to come to blows if we can help it. And if we would come to violence, it should be Somerset that provokes it so that we may use it to hang him.”

“That would be too kind,” Warwick suggested.

Cobham threw up his arms in frustration, “My Lord...I have received the summons to appear before His Grace. As have you prior. Having failed to obey, we are already in open rebellion. There can be no other message. Our response is the answer and the only one that will satisfy.”

Before Richard could give reply, another entered the chamber in the tired and dirtied form of the Earl of Salisbury, “It took a furious challenge, but I am here, my Lord.”

Warwick offered a generous bow and then moved to greet his father, “I am pleased to see you returned.”

“As am I, Dickon,” Richard too moved to greet the Earl, “I have been missing of you as has my Lady wife. We are happy that you are safe.”

Salisbury gave nod and eagerly took the offered drink from his son, “I know not that I am as yet, sir. I seem to have stumbled upon a war council. What happens here?”

“You have missed much while on your journey, father,” Warwick led him to a seat, “We hold the aim of unseating Somerset...finally. After the disastrous loss to Bordeaux of which you know all too well, the time is ripe.”

The elder Earl bent his neck to look at York, “Is that true?”

“I have said words,” Richard admitted, “They have been heard.”

“May I speak some of my own?” Salisbury requested as he looked to his son and Lord Cobham.

The Baron replied quickly, “The moment is now, my Lord. We hold forces arrayed and prime to prevent any defense for this Lord of Somerset. It is our chance to be rid of him...”

Salisbury ignored him and offered a sharp look to Richard, “Alone?”

“Of course,” York waved a hand and gestured towards the door as he looked to both Cobham and Warwick, “Leave us chance to speak. My brother in law has found a perilous path from Aquitaine and we needs must hold a quiet moment together.”

Both men gave nod and left the chamber and Salisbury sat silent for a moment before speaking, “I be not certain how quiet it may be, my Lord.”

“What is your mind, Dickon?” Richard shifted to sit next to him.

Briefly looking around, the Earl turned back to his brother in law, “If my eyes do not deceive me, you have built a rather fine war chest to this place. Pulled my son into it also. He does pay well. Yet to what end?”

“I told you not to go,” Richard replied with certainty.

Salisbury offered a brief smile, “Your words were heard then and yet they are not now as I do not receive answer.”

“The Duke...” Richard attempted to explain, “...is slippery. As you may well know after your adventure to Bordeaux. Escaped our grasp the last moment we held chance and now does even more harm.”

“Is this action...or reaction?” Salisbury questioned.

York raised a brow, “Should it matter?”

“It is a fine distinction, my Lord,” the Earl replied, “One holds purpose and the other is merely a tantrum. Rather like a child. They certainly hold true concerns, yet one is more reasonable than the other.”

The Duke of York stood with frustration and moved back to his map, “I need not tell you the many ills of Somerset. You have more recently witnessed them than the rest of us, yet his every action is harm. I could hold my voice back no more. Your own sister agrees with me.”

“It would seem to be that many do,” Salisbury allowed a nod, “Yet the going about it...”

York shot him a firm glare, “You must meet force with force, sir. You should know this!”

After a moment of silence, Salisbury replied, “If I should be allowed to finish, my Lord...I would offer you the same counsel that I gave to Somerset himself. Patience, my Lord...patience.”

“How may I be patient at this late date, Dickon?!” Richard questioned with great frustration, “I think not that we are given the chance for additional time and allow this horrible man to take us even further down the road of ruin. He and his ilk...his family that we may never be rid of for they are so numerous as like a warren of rabbits...as they lead this King so ever easily and destroy the very root and stem of this kingdom!”

Salisbury calmly answered, “I could not agree more on the latter part, sir...yet allow me to remind that I and your wife come from that same prodigious family and name. Removed perhaps...and the better part of it some might say. Yet I hold not all with the same disrepute. What I also hold is this...a firm loyalty to the King and the kingdom.”

“As do I!” Richard demanded, “I have made certain in whatever words are shared that I do not, in any way, wish to displace or displease Henry! It is his foul counsel that is odious and that is and has been my cause.”

The Earl stood slowly and took a step towards his brother in law, “I doubt very much that the King sees it that way, sir. More so...those around to court with or without Somerset in his presence.”

“You mean the wife?!” York showed wide eyes, “Have you any idea what she has done recently? While you were to Aquitaine it is well said that she attempts to find solace with the Scots! Solace and more so the rumors suggest! Of course she would fear her displacement and rightly so! I would give my right arm to be rid of her!”

“Richard...” the Earl stepped closer and placed a kind arm to his shoulder, “...can you hear yourself? Apparently the entire kingdom has, but do you listen to your own words? It is close to a raving lunatic. Over and over again with the same litany of grievances...”

York pulled away with shock, “You would dare call me lunatic?! I call for simple and clean things! Good and true counsel to the King! An honest and forceful reply to the French! An end to the squandering of the treasury and lots given out by this court party to so many of their affinity when it is not deserved...as in what occurred to your very own son! And to place myself as official heir as this...whore...cannot seem to provide issue to the King! I believe all of these quite reasonable and I thought you to be in agreement. Your sister surely is!”

“Brother...” Salisbury again tried to reason, “...I find all of these causes correct, but the cure is not insurrection. We must hold here as true subjects and not rebels...not traitors. This is how we got to this place. The fifth Henry was a fine King...his father, maybe no. Maybe yes. It matters not but in his taking. We should not repeat the ills of the past. And I am sorry to say, sir...these actions of yours smell and look too similar to their actions.”

Richard of York replied with certainty, “I have said and say now that I am in no way desiring of usurping the throne. Henry is King. That cannot be changed. Yet I hold a duty...as from my birthright...to keep true this sovereign and this line. And if he cannot be changed...then one must change it for him.”

“I am more than sympathetic with your cautions, sir...” Salisbury allowed a slim nod before offering a firm response, “Yet at this time, Richard...I cannot follow. I wish to God that you did not include my son in this endeavor for he holds great promise and now a very young daughter. Yet he will go his own way as will you. But I cannot be party to it. I should not do any action that might stink of treason. Not against this kingdom. Not against this King.”

“I do not require your support though I would wish it,” Richard answered.

Salisbury pulled York into an embrace, “My honest support for your soul remains, brother. I would wish no one else beside me should the worst occur and we are to meet our maker. Yet on this, I must stand with the crown.”

“You...are loved, sir,” Richard returned the embrace and then slightly pulled away to look at his brother in law with clear eyes, “I do as my wife most certainly does. I am sad to see this parting. I hope not to see you on the other side of the fence, as it were.”

The Earl tried to smile, “Then do not make it so. It is a losing gambit at this time and I should like to see you again on better terms.”

As Salisbury shifted to leave, Richard questioned, “You will go to him?”

“I have little choice,” the Earl turned before exiting the chamber, “I must protect mine. Yet please send my heart to Celie. She is forever in it and so are you, brother.”
 
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