While Somerset and by extension Margaret are the official goals, Richard will not rest easily until he is called King Richard or six feet of English soil is placed upon his body. Thank you for the update.
- 2
-
We have updated our Community Code of Conduct. Please read through the new rules for the forum that are an integral part of Paradox Interactive’s User Agreement.
Fb-fb:
To all - Just about finished with the next scene so look for it tomorrow. Time enough for anyone else to catch up. Thank you to all for reading and giving comment!
The man simply cannot help himself but to do so.
Indeed, when he yells that he is not at war the King...mayhap he doth protest too much.
To all - Just about finished with the next scene so look for it tomorrow. Time enough for anyone else to catch up. Thank you to all for reading and giving comment!
- 2
- 1
Northampton, May 1452
Was he loved or merely lucky to have been born into the role that he now inhabited? Did his Lords respect him? Did his people? Did his own wife? Was he blessed by God Almighty or was he cursed for being born of royalty and into a position he was entirely inadequate to fulfill? These and many more thoughts moved through Henry’s mind as he knelt at prayer. Oh to be a simple gardener, he considered. Without all the trappings and more, the aches of being King. A beloved cousin, a considered older brother, who was content now to always be a foe. Why must it be so? What great sin had he performed that God should judge him so harshly? So unjustly?
“God Almighty, find my heart true and deliver me from these evils,” Henry looked to the cross of the chapel with pained eyes, “Allow me vision to see Your light and let it break the fog before me. I am Your servant and should do all that You would want of me. In all things, my most sincere desire is to serve You and find Your love for myself and my peoples.”
It was early morning and as the sun lifted into the sky, a shaft of light poured through the chapel window and fell upon the cross. Tendrils of dust seemed to float in the air within this bright shine and Henry stared intently at each of them as they moved about at first mingling and then breaking apart. Then his eyes focused upon the brightly lit cross and a smile came across his face. He stood giving the holy sign and turned to walk from the chapel.
Not far from there was the great hall at Northampton and within were an impressive array of magnates all loyal to the King. Many of the court party were in attendance and had made progress with both Henry and Margaret as they led out the royal army. Somerset had indeed returned to their side and none was said about the campaign to Bordeaux. A large contingent of Earls had also arrived including Worcester and Wiltshire. As well as that of Salisbury. The Lords Beaumont, de Lisle, Clifford, Egremont, Moylens, Stourton, Camoys and Beauchamp were there. And most importantly the Dukes of Exeter and Norfolk had traveled to bend the knee and pay homage.
These two were most important as Norfolk had previously sided with York on many an occasion. And Exeter? He was York’s own son in law having married York’s first born child and daughter Anne though she was still not but thirteen. He was barely twenty and two. Having both in his presence, as well as the support of the Earl of Salisbury was a great coup and provided comfort in this trying time. Yet the lingering thought of what lay ahead did not make this scene any easier for it was the greatest crises yet in Henry’s reign.
As the King entered the hall, all men gave bow as Henry slowly walked to the raised dais and stood before his chair. He looked down on them and offered acknowledgment before once more giving the sign of the cross and then sat. He was silent for a time and then spoke out, “Do we spy the Lord of Buckingham here?”
Cardinal Kempe stood close to the dais and pointed, “He is here, Your Grace. Only just returned.”
“Very well,” Henry gave nod, “What word have you from our cousin’s camp?”
The Duke of Buckingham stepped forward next to Lord Bonville, “We do bring notice, Your Grace. As we were appointed, we did send your urgent and royal summons once more to the Lord of York and his.”
“And our reply?”
“Once more failure, Your Grace,” Buckingham answered sadly, “It is too poor that the Lord of York does not show himself here to attend upon you.”
Lord Bonville spoke out, “Your Grace...if I may...the Lord of York has evaded the royal force as well. He continues to press on towards London.”
“Your Grace, he means...” Cardinal Kempe started to say but Henry held up a hand.
After another moment of silence, Henry looked to Somerset, “We are all here with a chance to listen intently. What would you have us do?”
The Duke showed uncertainty and finally pointed to Salisbury, “You might ask our Lord here for surely he has more knowledge than the rest of us.”
“Is that so?” Henry skewed a brow towards Somerset before turning to the Earl, “Does our Lord of Somerset speak it true?”
Salisbury stood tall, “I have indeed come from York’s camp, Your Grace. I hold no other truth than what is before me.”
“And what truth is that?” Henry questioned tersely.
The Earl looked towards Somerset as he answered, “The Lord of York holds no other purpose than what he has stated, Your Grace. He would wish an honest hearing and rectification of acknowledged troubles.”
“Then why does he not come here and stand before us?” Henry held a cold eye, “We could easily hear his words and make judgment.”
“I think not that he feels safety, Your Grace. There are many here that would not care for him as you would,” Salisbury answered with an eye still towards Somerset.
There was a murmur to the hall that Henry silenced as he held up his hand again, “He is ever obstinate. And more. It is in our hearing, that your own son stands with him. Is it true that the Lord of Warwick is as disloyal as Lord Cobham and helps to keep this ill favor going?”
“My son stands on his own, Your Grace,” Salisbury replied, “As he did not receive summons, he has shown no lack of loyalty to your person. If you should send it, I hold no reason why he would not respond.”
Somerset had heard enough, “Your Grace, any and all that stand with York are traitors for they thwart your desire and ignore your words. There is an army of men to this very purpose and they continue their progress. We must turn the army back towards Dunstable and London.”
There was general agreement in the hall before Buckingham spoke again, “I should not disagree with such counsel, Your Grace. Yet I would ask again...to avoid what may be worse for all, extend another olive branch. Include Warwick if needs be.”
The Cardinal was having none of that, “How many asks is required, my Lord? These words have been sent and found wanting in the return. Would you send yet another to London when York holds all that surrounds?!”
“I believe my Lord Duke suggests perhaps something stronger,” the Earl of Salisbury offered.
Buckingham showed an appreciative nod, “Indeed, Your Grace. I mean more a chance for the Lord of York to understand the true outcome of what he does. I urge you to write once more and forbid him to take any steps that might be interpreted by all as rebellion. If he truly counts you as not his foe and wishes to remain loyal, these words make it certain what happens should he continue.”
“He has already shown...” Somerset began to say but was drowned out by the rest of the Lords as they shouted out.
“Hear, hear!” and “Aye, Your Grace!” filled the hall.
Neither Cardinal Kempe nor Somerset were pleased but the only voice that mattered was that of the King. Henry kept his silence but held up a hand to quiet them all. He looked around to each of them arrayed before him and finally stood to speak, “As ever, God Almighty provides. We have prayed over this and believe we know our path. Send the letter, Lord Buckingham. We shall hold to no hint of rebellion and all those that do attempt will be punished and harshly. More to that, Cardinal Kempe...send word to the Lord Mayor of London. York is forbidden to enter the city by order of the crown. We shall not allow it.”
Those assembled seemed slightly shocked that the King sounded so forceful. They were not accustomed to such and he was aware of it. He stepped down from the dais and held his arms wide, “We must protect our people and this realm. You that stand before us...you are this realm. As God provides, so shall we. York is our dear, beloved cousin and we wish no contempt. We shall ride together tomorrow, all of us, to prove it and he shall hear our words as much as we should wish to hear his. We have placed the summons and now he shall be forced to hear more, right and true. So say you all?”
Nearly to a man, those gathered responded, “Aye!!”
Salisbury did not nor did Somerset. Both men remained quiet while the rest of the men followed, “It is your will, Your Grace!”
“Then we ride,” Henry announced as he left the hall, “Prepare yours for we lift up our sword to the infinite mercy of Almighty God.”
The Duke of Somerset was quick to follow the King and the others dispersed leaving the Duke of Buckingham and the Earl of Salisbury still to the hall and alone. The Duke waited a few moments longer before questioning, “Can you be sure that your brother in law will submit to this?”
“I cannot,” Salisbury replied easily, “I may only know his mind at the moment and I think not that he shall be fully content until his...and this...rival is no more. I know it harsh, and the King does speak forcefully, but I do think us to find a peace...for a time.”
“For a time?” Buckingham questioned.
The Earl gave a firm nod, “I believe in all hope that he shall remain true. I cannot imagine...”
“Sir!” the Duke pressed, “I believe the time of hope is over. Even the King finds a spirit. Should the Lord of York persist...we are looking at a cold, cold winter. With all else, would that be what he desires?”
The Earl of Salisbury took a time to finally answer, “I...I know not, my Lord.”
“We are pushed, sir!” Buckingham replied with authority, “There may be no more letters and peace councils. We are to the brink of war, if not already there. The only thing keeping us from such is a wise mind. We see it not from Somerset, as you well know. The Council will continue to adhere to whatever the King desires...when he does desire it. And York will not cease his blood feud until it is resolved. It is wise...for those of us able...to move all parties to a peaceful conclusion."
“You nearly sound as much as him, my Lord,” Salisbury offered a curious eye, “Those that have wish to keep it. Those without wish to gain it. And then there is us, we two. Am I wrong?”
The Duke was certain, “I wish not to see this realm at war.”
The Earl of Salisbury was equally as certain, “Then make it not so, for that is all we may do. It is coming, my Lord. I will do my part to hold it off as long as I may. Will you do the same?”
“It need not be!” Buckingham exclaimed.
“And yet it is, my Lord,” Salisbury replied, “Choose your devil closely, sir. For our time is in the later. Did you not hear the King?”
End of Chapter 4
Last edited:
- 2
- 1
Red line drawn in the sand, all the way around London.
Basically forcing York to take the low ground and declare himself rebel, or face sanction for what he's already done. Clever maneuvering from the court here.
Basically forcing York to take the low ground and declare himself rebel, or face sanction for what he's already done. Clever maneuvering from the court here.
- 1
Fb-fb:
To all - I spent the morning plotting out the next chapter and have a few scenes already written. Chapter 5 begins tomorrow and while I will try to be mindful of reading time, I have my writing time. Shoot! I'm ready to start chapter 5 right now. But I will wait for some others to possibly read and give comment. And I thank you for that, each and every one and every time!
It is the last, best option Henry has at this moment. That said, it is impressive that he still maintains so many willing to follow him from the magnates. Especially Salisbury. The Earl stuck with Henry for quite a long time as much as he might have agreed with Richard. I think all parties are doing their damndest to avoid all out conflict (outside of a few) and there is no doubt that holding London is the key.
To all - I spent the morning plotting out the next chapter and have a few scenes already written. Chapter 5 begins tomorrow and while I will try to be mindful of reading time, I have my writing time.
Shoot! I'm ready to start chapter 5 right now. But I will wait for some others to possibly read and give comment. And I thank you for that, each and every one and every time!
Last edited:
- 2
- 1
Knowing the way that the War of the Roses event chain begins in EU4, I think I can guess what happens next.
Richard finally agrees to meet with Henry, the two hosts array up outside London for the meeting of the principals, Henry rides forward, something startles his horse - it throws Henry, the royal neck is broken in front of everyone, and now we have a fantastic mess of Richard vs the child in the Queen’s belly (who is now 4 months along by my math and has likely passed the point of quickening) over who is the rightful monarch.
- 1
England is a football season that is less than what the fans desire. The second-string quarterback (York) can do no wrong until given his chance to lead. But upon taking the field, he does not prove to be a miracle worker only the same with a different name. Thank you for the update.
Fb-fb:
As for the rest, I cannot say. One must read on to find out.
To all - Thank you again for reading and commenting all! The next chapter starts in a moment...
It appears that you believe the slanderous words said against the Queen.
As for the rest, I cannot say. One must read on to find out.The football analogy is not bad, but I think it may be more like Alabama a few years back against Georgia. Prior to this year, the last two times we faced them they switched out QBs and ended up winning both games. First Jalen Hurts to Tua and then from Tua to Hurts. That said, there are no real winners here. Just shades of delusion.
To all - Thank you again for reading and commenting all! The next chapter starts in a moment...
- 1
Chapter 5: The Campaign
Chapter 5: The Campaign
* * *
Kingston, May 1452
* * *
Kingston, May 1452
“I was told that you would be here again and I could not believe it,” Lord Cobham opened the chamber door and glared with harsh eyes.
While the portly man meant Lord Bonville, the Duke of Buckingham tried to continue with playing at peace, “I might understand your ire, sir, yet you may wish to thank me.”
“And why should he wish to do that?” the voice came from behind as Richard of York stood from the long table and looked over Lord Cobham’s shoulder.
Buckingham locked piercing eyes with reply, “As you have no doubt received the latest word from the King, I come to give you an out. My Lord...the intent of that word spells it out clearly for you and you come dangerously close to perfection of that definition.”
Lord Cobham opened the door wider and allowed the men entry as Richard sat back to the table and looked up with curiosity, “If I did not know that, sirs, I would not have allowed this peace conference. For that is what it is...is it not?”
The Duke stepped forward followed by Baron Bonville and the Bishop of Winchester. He calmly moved to the opposing chair and sat without saying a word. Bonville and the Bishop followed suit and still neither spoke. Richard remained silent as well as he gestured for Cobham to sit and then pulled out the other chair next to him. He sat back and sighed as the others drummed their thumbs to the table until at length the sound of feet could be heard stomping down the corridor and finally the last man had arrived.
When the chamber door slammed, Buckingham took his chance to answer, “To your statement, my Lord...if that is what you wish to call it then I shall not complain.”
The Earl of Devon moved to take his seat and wanted to spit as he spied Bonville, “Why are they here, my Lord?!”
“I have seen generous enough to grant this audience for they seem to have some type of peace proposal,” Richard held a hand to the Earl, “While I be not at war, it would seem that the crown believes it so.”
The Bishop of Winchester spoke out, “My Lord! You have gathered near to twenty thousand men and lead them on a train to some place. Where could it be and why?!”
“Somerset believes it, I am certain,” the Earl of Devon replied.
Buckingham slammed a hand to the table, “Yes he does! And he has convinced the King! If you cannot stop this nonsense, I cannot save you!”
“You speak of nonsense?” Richard calmly leaned forward to pour a goblet of wine, “I see no other nonsense but that which goes on to Council. You would let this man dictate in every terms what happens and where the coin goes and run roughshod over His Grace...and yourselves for that matter.”
Lord Bonville finally spoke, “As if you would not do the very same were you in such position?”
“I shall never be in such position,” Richard placed down the pitcher and slowly pulled the cup to him, “At this chance, I think not to want it. Yet how may you allow a man such as Somerset to rule over you as he does? He can do no wrong it would seem. And he has the ear of the Queen and who knows what else? My Lords...I am one of you. I am one of the people. Why else do you think to see them rise as they do in my favor? We all...they and you...see it. Henry is my cousin and I do love him. I wish nothing more than his betterment. And it WILL NOT happen whilst Somerset finds his power.”
Each man in the chamber had found grievance with the Duke of Somerset and understood Richard’s words implicitly. Yet still, Buckingham attempted to broker, “Your words are compelling, my Lord. I too share in this distrust. Though I think this more than just good governance.”
“How may it not be?” Richard sat back with interest.
“I spy these two...mayhap three men...to our sides,” Buckingham replied as he held out his hands, “I shall say it plainly. They hate each other. Devon...Bonville...Cobham...they need no other reason to fight. Here they sit...in your sight. What would you say to them?”
“My Lord...” the older Baron began to protest before Buckingham cut him off.
He stood and moved behind his chair to hold firmly to the back, “You’ve a chance to direct your peace, my Lord. Shall they listen to you like all of these people? What would you tell them to make their truce?”
“I would not tell,” Richard replied immediately, “I would ask. I do not find my affinity for being abusive, sir. I hold well to a household account and ask my Lady wife to do the same. Why should I not ask that of others? That I am smart with my coin allows me to be generous to those that serve me which are many. What reason would I have to assume another might do differently? Yet if I am asked for a cost, I will do so willingly and hope for respect and honor. I would hope that care is taken, as it should be, when one has done a service. That too I would ask of another man.”
Buckingham listened quietly as Richard also stood to hold to the back of his chair and continued, “I would ask that of these men. I would hear their words and then I would give judgment.”
“Yet you are not King,” Buckingham answered.
Richard allowed a brief smile, “I’ve no wish to be.”
The Bishop held up worried hands, “My Lord...he means the fighting! This one to that one...and all the same...it is to personal grudge and sins against God!”
“There...” Buckingham pointed to the Bishop, “...you see? If the people see it and the clergy see it...then it is clear. Grudge is the reason and not glory. I may understand that, my Lord. I’ve my own. Yet these petty squabbles do rise and give fine tinder to this fire. If you have choice to smolder those flames...however slight and small...it would go a long way to proving your loyalty.”
Richard shifted to sit once more and looked to his men Devon and Cobham. Then he looked to Bonville and laughed, “I cannot stop these men from fighting. It is their right. As I stated, I am merely one of you. And I honor your presence, my Lord. Yet I still hear of no peace proposed.”
“Then I suppose I can give you no peace,” Buckingham sighed, “I had hoped it. I begged His Grace and he allowed it. It shows that he does still care, my Lord. He would listen. I pray of you, Richard...do this no longer!”
“Where is the King at the now?” the Duke of York asked with a sympathetic tone.
Buckingham answered simply, “He moves to London.”
“With a large contingent?” Richard questioned, “Assuming all of the Lords that do follow him.”
“They are there.”
Richard of York raised a brow, “How many, do you suspect?”
“My Lord...” Buckingham did not smile, “...I would not give you thought to our position. You may know that His Grace rides for London with his army and will be well set to provide against you should you approach. You should do well to stay to the south. In truth, my Lord, I ask of you again...do not cross the Thames.”
Richard calmly sighed and then gave nod, “I have heard your words, my Lords. And I thank you for them. I hope then that you have heard mine. See what comes from listening?”
As it was clear that the meet was over, the Bishop and Lord Bonville stood to leave but Buckingham kept his eye to Richard, “A dangerous...and deadly...game, Richard. I wish you to think long and hard about what you are doing. It will not end well for many parties and I hope to God one of them is not you.”
The Duke of York stood to usher them out as he offered another brief smile to his peer, “You understand so little, my Lord of Buckingham. And yet you are so wise. Thank you.”
The Earl of Devon shut the chamber door behind them and de Courtenay looked to Richard with question, “He would place my feud as reason for your worth, my Lord? Is that what you think?”
“Our feud and it sounds very much like it,” Cobham followed.
Richard looked to the full goblet of wine and answered firmly, “Tis not my worth. It is that of the King. What you have received is a not so thinly veiled threat, sirs. Should you wish to follow this movement, you will be judged harshly as the King says.”
“There be no other way to force it, my Lord,” Cobham suggested.
“No,” Richard gave over a deep sigh, “No...there is not. They see it and do nothing about it. And what is your squabbling but lack of control by the King? Somerset and that...Bonville...many of his ilk...they are given favor and more than fair judgment. And so they rule in my cousin’s stead.”
The Earl of Devon stepped to Richard, “The Duke of Buckingham, my Lord...I think him not so like they.”
“You are right,” York turned quickly with a nod, “And it is to him that we must maintain a confidence.”
“And yet what are we to do at the now, my Lord?” Devon quickly questioned.
Richard clapped a hand to his shoulder, “We are to cross Kingston Bridge on the morrow and head towards Dartford, sir. There we shall link up with the Kents and come to London from the south.”
Lord Cobham showed a rare worry, “Do you think that the King will honestly stand in our way?”
“He has seen a light,” Richard moved to a window and looked to the horizon, “Yet not THE light. I cannot say and I do not care. We march tomorrow.”
“My Lord...” Devon questioned, “...what of Warwick? He was to reinforce us here and we have waited for three days.”
Richard finally turned and found his full goblet. He drank it down and then looked to the others as he placed it to the table, “Our Lord of Warwick shall have to catch up. We move sharply. See it done.”
- 2
- 2
The die is cast.
Ironically, Richard doing this now guarantees Enfland cannot take advantage of the French collapse and get Aqutiane and Normandy back.
Then again, an England that has conquered the rest of the islands is fully capable of annexing the whole of France so...
Ironically, Richard doing this now guarantees Enfland cannot take advantage of the French collapse and get Aqutiane and Normandy back.
Then again, an England that has conquered the rest of the islands is fully capable of annexing the whole of France so...
- 1
Personally, I would offer Richard a choice become my chancellor at the cost of 75% of your holdings and do whatever you want with Somerset or go to France as the head of the army and return either victorious or in a lead box. Does Richard hate Somerset and his receiving a royal 'allowance' or is he power mad and wants the throne at all costs? Thank you for the update.
- 1
At this point I'm not entirely sure what is going on with the York-Somerset rivalry, only that they both probably need to die in order for England to stabilise. A strong king would probably kick both down several notches to ensure their resentment stays at a local level but of course, this is 14th century England and the High nobility have a lot of power and wealth of their own...
This all being said, it looks like the south is loyal to the King, which means any civil war has him at a huge advantage. The reason why the north held such power was because their duchies and dukes held huge amounts of land and wealth in a few people. The South was rich enough that large duchies on that scale just weren't feasible. Plus John of Gaunt really made sure there was going to be some trouble at some point from Lancaster and York.
Hopefully, the eventualy crisis cuts down on a lot of this, has the crown take the northern lands personally *as OTL* and centralise properly.
- 1
While Richard is personally wealthy, Somerset needs a royal handout and in return he has given the crown a twenty-year string of failure. From my home in Virginia, I can travel to York or Lancaster (Va. counties) within thirty minutes.
- 1
Fb-fb:
As to loyalty, there is no doubt that at this time Henry holds a great deal of aristocratic support mainly because he has doled out favor, coin and lands for it. This is part of Richard's complaint as he holds Somerset responsible for much of that (while enriching himself as well.)
To all - Some good looks already at the new chapter. Got some great writing done yesterday and about a third of the way through with all of chapter 5 plotted out. Let me just say to all writAARs - outlines work! Without them, you are just writing blind. We won't be getting very far in time during this chapter but only because this event is crucial for the rest of the story and I felt it best to drill down and focus tightly on each decision.
Thank you as always for reading and commenting and I look forward to more.
This is true. It shows just how self serving his actions are despite what he claims.
See below re: Richard/Somerset. As to the first part, I think Richard would prefer to keep his wealth and just take the power but he must do it in a way that looks "proper."
Richard hates Somerset as he sees him as illegitimate. Beneath him. An upstart that abuses his power for personal gain. He felt that way about Suffolk before that and the Cardinal Beaufort prior to that. Due to Richard's own spectacular pedigree, it should be him and not the sons of bastards or these "new men" that Henry has lifted to the peerage, that holds the ear of the King and controls the Council.
As to loyalty, there is no doubt that at this time Henry holds a great deal of aristocratic support mainly because he has doled out favor, coin and lands for it. This is part of Richard's complaint as he holds Somerset responsible for much of that (while enriching himself as well.)
That's about the right of it.
To all - Some good looks already at the new chapter. Got some great writing done yesterday and about a third of the way through with all of chapter 5 plotted out. Let me just say to all writAARs - outlines work! Without them, you are just writing blind. We won't be getting very far in time during this chapter but only because this event is crucial for the rest of the story and I felt it best to drill down and focus tightly on each decision.
Thank you as always for reading and commenting and I look forward to more.
- 2
- 1
Southwark, May 1452
The Bishop of Winchester led the King within his palace and happily gestured towards the solar, “Your Grace...it does us great honor for you to stay to here.”
“It is we that are honored, Lord Bishop,” Henry replied as he entered with a smile, “We shall give alms to the Priory of St Mary Overie on the morn.”
“Most gracious,” the Bishop offered a thankful nod, “My hope is that you and the Queen find these lodgings comfortable.”
“We shall not be here long,” Henry spied the Lord of Somerset by the door.
The Bishop turned and gave a slight bow of the head to the Duke, “My Lord.”
“Your Grace,” Somerset entered with a scroll and handed it to the King, “Notice of our further movement. Your army moves on to Deptford.”
Henry unrolled the parchment and read before looking up, “Where be our cousin at the now?”
“At last notice, York had passed by Bromley. We are unknowing if he plans for Eltham or Dartford,” Somerset answered.
“Then we must press on to Blackheath,” Henry placed the scroll down and moved to pour himself a goblet of wine, “It is a good defensive position no matter where he arrives.”
Margaret of Anjou swept into the solar with spirit, “I think not that it is time for defense, Lord husband. I know not why this army does not go directly to York himself.”
“We should give our cousin his chance,” Henry responded without turning, “He has yet to use arms and our showing is to keep that as true.”
“He need not use his own arms, Your Grace,” Somerset suggested, “It is certain that he hopes to unite with the mobs out of Kent who have already shown violence. More to that, he has with him now the Earl of Devon and his recruits from the west country.”
The Bishop of Winchester followed, “I may confirm this, Your Grace. Our meet with the Lord of York proved as unsuccessful as any other attempt. It is not without the trying of the Lord of Buckingham, but it is clear that York intends to push on.”
“And the Lord of Warwick, Your Grace...” Somerset continued, “...remains a potential threat for he may well come from the north as we move south.”
Henry drank from his cup and then moved to sit, “Leave Warwick to me, my Lord. I think not that he shall be at issue.”
“How may you be certain?” Margaret shifted to sit next to him, “He has yet to show himself before you. We know well that he has dealings with York.”
“Your Grace,” the Bishop looked to the Queen, “He was not with York at Kingston.”
“We find that not to be a worry,” Henry answered them all and then looked to the Bishop and the Duke, “And we should like a private moment with our Lady wife the Queen if you please.”
The Bishop of Winchester eagerly gave bow and moved from the solar. Somerset was more reticent but followed leaving them alone. Henry sat with his drink in silence and looked ahead in thought. Margaret placed a gentle hand to his knee suggesting with sweetness, “You are quiet.”
“What need would you have me solve?” Henry questioned as he looked to his wine.
She moved closer, “I am in need of no thing, husband. Only your safety and well doing.”
“Then you should be pleased for I am well,” Henry replied before taking another drink.
Margaret held to his free hand, “I see that as true for I’ve not seen you so forceful. Yet if you are to be a force, then it must go all the way.”
“Where else should it go?” Henry looked to her with serious question.
“You still offer chance, husband,” Margaret replied quickly, “While you have pressed your army, you still maintain as a given the Lord of York’s honor and loyalty. How many else must tell you of his intentions before you believe it?”
Henry pulled away from her and stood, “You sound as if Somerset, my Lady. I know not why, but I shall not be pulled head long into a war of choosing when it may still be resolved with good caring.”
“I know that you care, husband,” she replied with a loving voice, “Yet these actions speak far more than kind words. And even those are in short supply outside of your own.”
“And your words sound rather flowery at the now even though I find the intent behind them,” Henry turned to her with pressure, “We have been married now for some years and I think to take your measure, my Lady. Is it not enough that I see to this blood feud between my cousins that I needs must have yours as well?”
Margaret stood and placed her hands to her hips, “You need not flowery? You would wish the truth? Then here it is, sir. I have not and never shall be unfaithful to you! It is gossip and rumor spread to ruin me and as my husband, you should be the first to harm those that slander my name!”
“So this war is over you?” Henry skewed a brow.
“Somerset is the complaint,” Margaret answered quickly, “Yet I am the true villain. It has been ever thus since I arrived in these lands. Lies and calumny spread that invade your mind and all else. I am heart sick over it Henry, for I do love you!”
Henry stood tall, “I would believe you yet I would ask that you allow me chance to act as sovereign. It is my duty and I needs must consider all sides and what is best for the realm.”
“To allow someone to call me whore is best for the realm?!”
“There are many things left unproven,” Henry answered her firmly, “I shall endeavor to find the fact. Until such time, I would like to think the best and hold strongly to good words and effort. Shall you be one of those?”
Margaret moved to him to hold his arms, “I do nothing but for the betterment of you...my King.”
“Now your words sound of York,” Henry allowed a slight grin.
She pulled away, “It is not a moment to jest. And you are not a man of humor, that I have known. Unless you are changed...”
“I am not changed,” he replied strongly, “I am given purpose and as my right by birth, I hold duty to protect and defend. That means all. Whether to the plowman all the way to these Lords, temporal or spiritual. And indeed, mine own wife. You would allow me, I ask, to do what I must do.”
“Then be not fooled...” she started to say but he stopped her.
“Do you think me a fool?”
Margaret softened and went to him, “I think...that you may be too kind, sir.”
“You would have me punish each and every one that has done me a disservice no matter how ill proved?”
“You are trusting, Henry...” she stated plainly, “...and while it may be one of your best qualities as a man, it may also be one of your worst as a King.”
He held firm, “Now you would give me lessons on kingship? Did you learn this from your august father Rene d’Anjou? A man that holds no lands to govern? I show my trust to earn loyalty. Since my majority, I have done my best to hold my Lords as honest and keep this realm as peaceful. It is no easy thing. I am not my father, who I knew so very little and hold no memories of. I am told that he was a force and men followed him as they held little choice in their desire. I must provide reason and do so now. I shall be a just ruler and do best with such power. If you would allow it.”
“I wish not to see you hurt, my Lord,” Margaret offered an earnest plea.
“I have little choice and needs must,” Henry answered, “I am protected by God, no matter else. I have seen it. And you must also give over your heart to the Almighty Lord of us all. It is only through Him that we shall find salvation.”
Margaret tried to smile, “I think not that York prays as you do.”
“Then he shall when we are done,” Henry replied as he moved to pour another drink, “God holds His plan and I shall follow it. As will York...as will you. As will all for that is the word of the true Lord.”
- 3
- 1
Henry VI is a godly man, but godliness is often of little use in the devil's playground that is royal politics. Henry makes Neville Chamberlain seem bold. Richard is a bullying grasper who nothing, but the crown will satisfy until Lucifer greets him at the gates of hell. Civil war is inevitable unless Henry makes Richard an all-powerful regent with a beheaded Somerset and Margaret as dowry. Margaret can NOT bear a child in Richard's world. Thank you for the update.
- 1
These two statements are most certainly true, at least in Richard's mind.
- 1
Dartford, May 1452
“Press for Crayford, Lord Cobham!” Richard shouted out as he watched the baggage train roll through, “You will take up place near to the south shore of the Thames!”
“My Lord...” the Earl of Devon stood next to him, “...the King’s force moves to Blackheath and near to the hill. There will be no entry to London from this place.”
Richard of York dismissed his concern, “Which is why we shall move forth and set up defensive positions. I hold you on the western flank, sir.”
“While your cause is true, my Lord...” Devon attempted to counsel, “...this is a battle position. It cannot be mistaken for anything other.”
The Duke of York turned to walk back to his tent, “You will bring the cannon up and place them to fire upon any that come down Watling Street. Continue with the pits and fortify, sir.”
“I do not think the King’s force to stop,” Devon followed with concern, “Without control of London, our cause is stopped. We see not the reinforcement from Warwick. Not as many from Kent as I had wished either. We have moved beyond.”
Richard lifted the flap of his tent and entered leaving the Earl to follow, “It is a show of strength, my Lord. My cousin will not fire. He has not the fortitude for it. If rumors be true, he is shown as more forceful and yet his tender heart may still be convinced.”
“My Lord...” Devon answered, “...we move as close to treason as might be seen. The cause is Somerset and yet we face the King.”
“Thomas...” Richard sat to a table and looked up with unworried eyes, “...sit with me and allow me to tell you a story.”
“Do we have time for such levity, my Lord?” the Earl questioned.
Richard was more forceful, “Sit. And listen.”
The Earl of Devon did as requested and Richard leaned forward with his arms to the table, “I have known my cousin for many a year. He is...impressionable. Too much, some might say. I certainly do. I know it well for I have known him since he was but a tadpole. There was a day when I was...I do not recall exactly...perhaps ten and four. He was naught but five or so. Very happy to listen then and when requested that he pull the fish from the line, he did so willingly.”
“This is not a pleasure outing to fish, my Lord,” the Earl suggested.
“It is not indeed,” Richard allowed, “And yet our King Henry had trouble with pulling the dead and dying fish from their hooks. I was made to sit with him and show him how it was done. I did not care for it at such age, for I am no sitter of children, but he did listen. By the end of the day, he had pulled them all without complaint.”
Devon kept a quizzical eye, “I know not the moral of this story, my Lord.”
“My cousin can learn, sir,” Richard replied, “And more so from me than from anyone else throughout this land. He knows me well and wishes not my harm. He would do all to keep from coming to blows as he did when he was a child. I may promise you, my Lord...as long as Henry leads his guard, we shall not find the fight.”
“And yet you move us into position,” the Earl answered.
Richard sat back with a pleased look upon his face, “How else to gain his full attention?”
“If it should come to it...” Devon tried to press.
“It will not,” Richard offered assurance, “He would no more face us than he would his own wife. But we must not let up. I wish all appearance that I am ready to move forward. He will not hear without such. It is that which may bring him to bargaining and I know my ask.”
The Earl of Devon leaned forward, “Is it an ask or a tell, my Lord?”
“You find too much worry,” Richard replied with a wave of the hand, “I know you well enough, sir. You would wish to take your fight to Lord Bonville and your estates within Kent. That is not this! If we should succeed, your troubles may be over for Bonville and the rest will be right out. That is the goal. That is why you are here, is it not?”
“I do not wish to branded as traitor, my Lord,” Devon answered with worry, “And I think we move towards the brink.”
The Duke of York crossed his arms and stared intently, “Then call upon Buckingham or some other, sir. If your spirit has waned then I shall require another. I would hold peace...but peace with a price. Your doings with Somerset and Suffolk before him have brought you no good thing. If we do not act now...there shall be no glory in the future.”
“I do not wish to go to war with the King,” Devon was certain.
Richard leaned forward again, “And we do not! This is no more than a show trial and one that should lead Somerset to the docket for a real one. He is the one going after us...all of us. For his own betterment and place. My cousin must know by now that we...and half the kingdom...are full up with his exploits. There shall be no more of them and this action is to require it. It is no more or no less.”
“And yet...the King’s army files down the road,” Devon counseled.
The Duke of York sat back again, “Allow them. What care have I? I am purposeful in my thought and this be the only way in which to make my cousin the King understand. Somerset be damned!”
“And we still await Warwick, my Lord,” the Earl pressed, “He has yet to meet us and his force is greatly desired for this purpose.”
Richard waved a hand, “Our own force is near enough already and if needs must, will be able in their task. I wish it not to come to such, but even without the Kentish and our Lord of Warwick, we are ready. My question to you, my Lord...are you?”
“I know not that this will come to some good end,” the Earl of Devon replied but gave nod, “Yet I will follow and trust in your advice.”
“That is a good man,” Richard shifted to pull his maps to him, “See to the defenses, my Lord. God willing, we should not need them but it is best that they are there.”
- 2
Oh, I do want to see the Bully of York's head on a pike high upon London wall. Thank you for the update
The OTL actions of the next generation tell Richard's moral fiber.
The OTL actions of the next generation tell Richard's moral fiber.