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The Richard/Warwick faction depended on their financial resources. Poof, it is gone.
Is it though? This is not the modern age where everything exists digitally on a ledger. News will only spread slowly throughout the Nation, moreover the decrees of parliament must then be enforced.

Plenty of time for the Yorkist faction to gather a war chest if they are organised enough, and Warwick and his father surely are that.
 
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York/Warwick do not have bitcoins or Swiss bank accounts. This is the era where landed property and the income/rents that it generates are king. They no longer own property and have access to collect. York/Warwick are not likeable guys. The Yorkists need a new standard-bearer whether this be Edward, Edmund or Richard or even a non-York. Ex-Duke Richard can not attack while his wife and children are human shields that Fancy will happily deploy.
 
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The Parliament aside - which is really performing a rather traditional role in such circumstances of throwing attainder at the losers and distributing the spoils among the winners because they quite reasonably think it’s all over - Anne and Cecily both speak with some truth here, of course. This is why the whole thing got to this point and got there so slowly and nastily. If it had been obvious which side had held the right and might all those years during the lead up it would have been fully resolved one way or the other.

The thing I find amazing about it all is that the English roosters have allowed a young French hen to do all the crowing and now rule the roost. Sacre Bleu! They’ll all be crying into their ale some time soon, but for now both the pro-Margaret believers and their fellow travellers are (to torture the paltry poultry metaphor into a timely and appropriate death after having mixed it with ale) using Parliament to count their chickens before they hatch!

Margaret considers herself to be the chef presiding over a well cooked omelette, having broken York’s eggs (so to speak) to make it. But is she now Humpty Dumpty sitting on that wall? And if that over-egging of a metaphor doesn’t warrant a Bill of Attainder from those Devils in Parliament I don’t know what does. :D
 
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It would be funny if the king suddenly suffered one of his attacks and went nuts...
 
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It would be funny if the king suddenly suffered one of his attacks and went nuts...
This would indeed be good. Or he just finds out someone is teaching "his" child French and takes the only sensible reaction - going on an utter rampage.
 
This would indeed be good. Or he just finds out someone is teaching "his" child French and takes the only sensible reaction - going on an utter rampage.
I would love to have Henry going "the French way" crossing a forest and haing a berseker moment... a là Charles VI.
 
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Yup, Anne has a point.

They really should have stopped faffing about 5 years ago.
With a character like Anne (who we do not see very much if at all) I wanted to show that there is a certain, and believable, inclination to see what York et al. have been doing as entirely illegitimate. While you certainly have many Lords acting due to self preservation or advancement, there remain a good many that merely see this is acts against the King and Sovereign. While this Parliament was meant to punish, by all known metrics of people of the time (who do not know of Margaret's machinations) these attainders are deserved. Sucks for York. Perhaps you are right about all the faffing about.

I mean... she's not wrong here.

I wonder how many members of this farce of a parliament are opportunists... how will those men react when Margaret inevitably loses? This is... kind of a hard thing to walk back - it's basically harnessing their fates to Margaret forever... or it seems that way, anyway. They may come to regret that.

That being said, Cecily speaks the truth - King Henry is no monarch.
Quite. And I would like to think most are opportunists. I did not go into great detail, but many of these attained lands and titles will go to the very members of this Parliament and of course, the court party.

A Parliament of Devils very much from the Yorkist perspective, I've no doubt there are some in that group who are sure they are 'just' punishing some traitors. Harshly perhaps, but then treason always attracts a harsh punishment. "You come at the King, you best not miss" and all that. I suppose technically Queen as there can't be anyone left who truly believes that Henry is anything but a puppet, even if they have to pretend he actually matters.

That said the Parliament must be very confident in the Queen's victory because they have assuredly made permanent enemies of the Yorkist faction, moreover as they have decided even family are to be guilty they have put markers on their own kin when the tables are turned. I can see why they might think that with York and Warwick fleeing the country, but they are not fleeing to exile, they are heading to places with large garrisons of troops who are loyal to them or at least have reason to dislike Margaret and the court faction.
You make a very good point here that matters in response to some of the below. I'll cover it in more detail there, but there is no doubt that many think they have scored a complete victory, Margaret included. They will be disabused of this notion in near enough time.

How the table has turned! The Richard/Warwick faction depended on their financial resources. Poof, it is gone. Parliament required little prodding. Everybody who has been wronged by or perceive themselves to have been wronged by Richard/Queen C, Warwick or another traitor goes to the front of the line. Everyone who wants a parcel from the spoils fill a spot. Richard joins Rene of Anjou as men with claims and titles but little resources to secure the titles. The young children of Queen C will learn how to rely on others for their support like Rene's children. Every female who has been belittled by Queen C, today is the day that you can start teaching her grace and humility. Not only are the Yorkist family impoverished, but they are hostages against Richard's return. Richard's best use to the Yorkist camp is as a martyr, thus I expect Warwick or someone to dispose of him. How do you follow someone who may sell you out to save his family or if he allows his family to be killed (Fancy will without doubt); do you want someone that cold and power-hungry as your ruler? Kudos to Henry VI and Margaret for surviving. It would have been easy for Richard or his agents to kill Henry before the birth of Prince Edward and now Fancy may kill him as it easier to rule as queen-mother than queen-consort. Fancy was supposed to be a dumb French tart, but has managed to outwit the Great Richard and Queen C.
There is no doubt that this is very bad for Richard (and by extension to his family left in England.) The shame of it, if nothing else. As you suggest, it will be more difficult to get people to follow Richard now if it wasn't already difficult before. And as above, the "winners" are gloating and taking the spoils of war as is rather natural whether right or wrong. However...

The financial spigot is turned off for Richard/York. For every Henry VII, there are a hundred Bonnie Charlies and Renes of Anjou.

Is it though? This is not the modern age where everything exists digitally on a ledger. News will only spread slowly throughout the Nation, moreover the decrees of parliament must then be enforced.

Plenty of time for the Yorkist faction to gather a war chest if they are organised enough, and Warwick and his father surely are that.

York/Warwick do not have bitcoins or Swiss bank accounts. This is the era where landed property and the income/rents that it generates are king. They no longer own property and have access to collect. York/Warwick are not likeable guys. The Yorkists need a new standard-bearer whether this be Edward, Edmund or Richard or even a non-York. Ex-Duke Richard can not attack while his wife and children are human shields that Fancy will happily deploy.
As @El Pip suggests above, York and his are not going to some wasteland of exile. York goes to Ireland because he still maintains a power base there that remain still very loyal to him (as will be seen in a future scene) and Warwick, Salisbury and Edward are going to Calais where Warwick has spent years building a strong garrison and power. More to that, they can always depend upon "the kindness of strangers" as Blanche DuBois suggested. Let's not forget the years York and Warwick have spent courting the Burgundians (which we'll see in yet another future scene.)

Finally, there remains a disaffected but perhaps very quiet (for now) loyalty remaining in England. Besides the people of London and southeast England (Kent is always a hotbed is seems...are they still like this?) there are also the merchants who do not like Margaret AT ALL! As well, some few Lords remain loyal to York and his even if they dare not speak it. A most curious case is found in the above mentioned Lord Clinton. While attained with York, I do not see him mentioned with either Ireland or Calais during this period. Yet he will show up again. So what was he doing all this time?

The Parliament aside - which is really performing a rather traditional role in such circumstances of throwing attainder at the losers and distributing the spoils among the winners because they quite reasonably think it’s all over - Anne and Cecily both speak with some truth here, of course. This is why the whole thing got to this point and got there so slowly and nastily. If it had been obvious which side had held the right and might all those years during the lead up it would have been fully resolved one way or the other.

The thing I find amazing about it all is that the English roosters have allowed a young French hen to do all the crowing and now rule the roost. Sacre Bleu! They’ll all be crying into their ale some time soon, but for now both the pro-Margaret believers and their fellow travellers are (to torture the paltry poultry metaphor into a timely and appropriate death after having mixed it with ale) using Parliament to count their chickens before they hatch!

Margaret considers herself to be the chef presiding over a well cooked omelette, having broken York’s eggs (so to speak) to make it. But is she now Humpty Dumpty sitting on that wall? And if that over-egging of a metaphor doesn’t warrant a Bill of Attainder from those Devils in Parliament I don’t know what does. :D
I like how you eggsplain that. ;)

It's a legit question: Are these Lords just fools so easily duped by a young French girl, or is Margaret just that good?

In case anyone curious about the art provided;

Excerpt from the illuminated manuscript for epic poem Merlin by Robert de Boron, 13. ce.;
illustration by anonymous painter labelled as Maître d'Adélaïde de Savoie, ca. 14.-15. ce; Bibliothèque nationale de France, Département des manuscrits, Français 96.
Thank you for giving attribution. I am quite terrible with that as far as my header pics are concerned. Usually I just search for something that fits with the scene ahead and this pic was just too good as it perfectly explained the caption of the chapter as Cecily saw it.

It would be funny if the king suddenly suffered one of his attacks and went nuts...

This would indeed be good. Or he just finds out someone is teaching "his" child French and takes the only sensible reaction - going on an utter rampage.

I would love to have Henry going "the French way" crossing a forest and haing a berseker moment... a là Charles VI.
Now, if I really wanted to turn this work on its head this would be a capital idea. I'm not sure how I could take Henry VI from his meek self to the beserker mode that his grandfather Charles VI displayed at times, but it would be a sight to behold. And indeed, could fix many of these problems. ;)
 
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Coventry, November 1459

“You see?” she said to him, “I told you.”

Henry Beaufort raised in the bed to look on her, “It is not everything that you think it is. Warwick still reigns.”

“Then mayhap you should have found him,” Margaret looked to him with a flirtatious eye, “Every day that he lives, you are not fulfilled.”

“I think to be fulfilled enough,” Somerset kissed her neck.

Margaret met his lips, “If you would not take what is yours, sir...then who am I to assist?”

“You are the Queen,” he answered as he returned the kiss.

She pulled him close in a loving embrace, “And so I command you.”

Henry Beaufort sat up in the bed. Throwing his legs over the side he rubbed at his knee and stared ahead pensively, “It will not be easy.”

“No thing of worth ever is, mon cher.”

He looked back at her as she pulled the sheets around her naked body and wanted to smile, “He is there. I do not wish to fight him.”

“Mon Dieu!” she exclaimed as she raised from the bed with her body covered, “He cannot be everything that you think he is! Friend or foe, he works with the cousin and so is our enemy. How many times must I say it?”

“You have yours and I have mine,” Somerset replied as he looked to her, “I love him.”

Margaret placed the cup she had just filled aside and moved to him. Cradling his chin she smiled, “I know you do. Yet it is young love, mon cher. There are more important matters. He would strike you and you know it. The little things that may offer a fight...they can grow so large. And he is in your way. Can you not see?”

“My threat is Warwick,” Somerset answer plainly.

She would not hear it and moved away to gather her drink, “Your threat is all of them! Each and every one! Do you want Calais?”

“Of course,” Somerset replied.

Margaret turned with drink in hand and skewed an eye, “Then what will you do about it?! Are you man, sir? Here it is for the taking and you are worried about your...friend?”

“I am...” Henry answered, “...because he is not my goal. We have already seen it too many times. I wish not to face him.”

“Not that way, at the least,” Margaret smirked as she turned away.

Beaufort stood from the bed and held her, “There is no need for jealousy. I fear too much of this comes from that.”

“And you know not of which you speak,” she answered defiantly, “I hold to mine own and protect my cub. These would disinherit him and punish me! I would not allow it!”

He kissed her neck, “No one is able to punish you now, madam. I certainly do not wish to...”

“Then do not!” Margaret pulled away, “Your own defiance may be just as poor as theirs!”

“You cannot mean that,” Somerset answered with a wounded tone.

The Queen did not soften, “I do, sir! I command that you take Calais and you are so very worried over your lover to there. Were it anyone else, I would not care. Have your fun with any boy to the land. It matters not to me. Yet he is a son of York and in league with the enemy! So you must make your choice, my Lord...would it be him or me?!”

“Why would you make me choose?” he asked plaintively.

She could not help but shout, “We are at war!!! Open your eyes, sir! I have spent a life already trying to convince one man of it and I hold no time to do it with another. I am not married to you! And by God...if you are to become another Buckingham I’ll not have it! I shall hear of peace no more! I had my chance at Ludford Bridge and I listened to you and lost my opportunity to take him. If you will not take a charge, then I shall find another!”

“Very well,” Henry stood taller in his nakedness with pride and no shame, “I wonder who that might be? The coward Wiltshire? A known rake like Exeter? Would you associate in excess with the Lords in the north and alienate the south more than you already have done? Tell me, my Lady...who else may be trusted more than I to Council that would do any part of your bidding?”

Margaret softened and looked to him with a different eye, “You look so much like your father and yet you are nothing like him.”

“Shall I take that as compliment or defamation?” Somerset crooked an eye.

“You should take it as meant, my Lord,” she moved to him and held a hand to his hairy chest, “Where he was always worried, you show more caution. And for right reason. I apologize, mon cher. I am too harsh in my impatience. It is only...my lot has ever been in peril and as I am but a woman, I require a champion. You are most correct. There are none better than you.”

He too softened and pulled her into an embrace, “Then you might listen to me. For you it is York. For myself it is Warwick. It will be no easy thing to pry them from their respective holds. I am perfectly happy to go to Calais and take it from the Earl. No thing would please me more. Yet I do not wish to fight the Earl of March.”

“Yet you know that I will fight against York,” she batted her eyes at him with question, “Do you not think that it will harm him should I prevail?”

Somerset replied easily, “I may only hope to console him at such moment and provide for him the protection that I am sure that he would provide to me.”

“Are you so certain?” she questioned again.

“No...” he replied, “...yet I must try. If I may be allowed.”

Margaret kissed him and then pulled away to answer, “As long as you take action, I care not how it is done. I hold no ill will to the young Earl even though he may cause me to share in affection for you. I fear that you hold a loftier goal than is possible, but you are bright and strong. Yet you must not be caught unawares for they will try.”

“I know it all too well,” he said.

She questioned, “You believe that you do, yet what will you do when faced with your greatest fear? Your desire may get the better of you and we have not the chance for that. Not now. No longer. York has declared war and his dog Warwick will prosecute every action that is desired. If you fear that young March may be caught in the middle...your own inclinations may cause much the same for you.”

“I am loyal to the King,” Somerset assured her, “And to you.”

Margaret ignored his pledge and persisted, “I will not have it, sir. Loyalty in this realm only goes so far. I require dedication, single minded and all encompassing. You will not take Warwick without it.”

“Noted,” he kissed her in humor.

She held strongly to his chin, “You WILL NOT take Warwick without it!”
 
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Somerset seems to be having second thoughts. Maybe Margaret's threats will finally encourage him to betray her?

It would also be oh so tragic if these two were discovered... in the act.
 
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Somerset seems to be having second thoughts. Maybe Margaret's threats will finally encourage him to betray her?

It would also be oh so tragic if these two were discovered... in the act.
Somerset holds two loves right now (or more, maybe...I don't dwell on them.) Part the reason I leaned into the Somerset/Edward relationship. I liked how it played in the narrative.

That said, Somerset and Margaret have already been discovered. It's just not well know or entirely believed.


To all - As seen, I posted the next scene above and plan on posting the following this weekend some time. The good part of writing again is...I am writing again! The bad part (if it is such) is that I am now outpacing too much what is posted. I've just finished writing Chapter 17 and the above is only the start of Chapter 15. Thus, to the chagrin of those that struggle to keep up, I am going to move to a twice a week posting schedule going forward. I won't schedule specific days (unless that helps the readership) but I'd like to keep going and don't want to get too far ahead. Forewarned is forearmed. ;)

[ETA - Just as a minder, I've noticed that I am at 727 pages of writing over two years. What is George RR Martin doing? ;) ]
 
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Coz1 - I have just finished reading of the end of Cade's Rebellion on page 7 (catching up, I am, slowly.... :D). It was wonderfully portrayed, and poignant.

As this saga gets underway, and as the English Civil War begins to brew, I wonder how the war is perceived by Britons. The American Civil War is generally considered by Americans (to the extent that Americans today even consider it at all -- do young Americans know it occurred? bah...) to have been a tragic but necessary war.

How is the English Civil War perceived? Was it necessary, or beneficial in its long term effects? I assume so, with (as I recall dimly from my rusty knowledge of period history) the empowerment of Parliament, etc. But was it worth that? Is Parliament worth it? I once would have said "obviously" but now I have grown cynical and am not quite sure. Have Parliaments or Congresses, today, become instruments of destruction and disregard of the people ever so much as kings ever were? Power corrupts, and....

Just curious of your thoughts, and those of others.

Rensslaer
 
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Are we getting dragons defending the skies of England and Emilia Clarke playing Fancy? Thanks for the updates.
Given that the man based his entire series on this period of history, I should hope so. I mean...I've got a real job and still crank it out. What is he doing? Conventions I guess?? :p

Coz1 - I have just finished reading of the end of Cade's Rebellion on page 7 (catching up, I am, slowly.... :D). It was wonderfully portrayed, and poignant.

As this saga gets underway, and as the English Civil War begins to brew, I wonder how the war is perceived by Britons. The American Civil War is generally considered by Americans (to the extent that Americans today even consider it at all -- do young Americans know it occurred? bah...) to have been a tragic but necessary war.

How is the English Civil War perceived? Was it necessary, or beneficial in its long term effects? I assume so, with (as I recall dimly from my rusty knowledge of period history) the empowerment of Parliament, etc. But was it worth that? Is Parliament worth it? I once would have said "obviously" but now I have grown cynical and am not quite sure. Have Parliaments or Congresses, today, become instruments of destruction and disregard of the people ever so much as kings ever were? Power corrupts, and....

Just curious of your thoughts, and those of others.

Rensslaer
Sooo much more in front of you. :D I'm pleased you like what I did with Cade and that rebellion. I thought it important to sort of set the scene as to what happens later. Unfortunate that the scene you mention happened to come at a time when my writing had tailed off for personal reasons (as you know, these last two years have been murder in many ways) but when I came back, I came back strong. Much to the irritation of those wanting to keep up but could not because of "furious pace mode" (TM). ;)

It is an interesting question you ask. Yet let us be clear. THE English Civil War is Cromwell and that is not for another 200 years or so. Yet before that, certainly there were periods that resembled such. The Anarchy that followed after the death of King Henry I is rather notable. Matilda vs. Stephen with Henry II coming on strong at the end. The times of King John and his son Henry III were also met with considerable troubles and rebellion. Baronial, but still. Cade's rebellion was not the first, nor would it be the last, when more common folk rose up. Yet it is instructive to show that it is not just Richard of York displeased. This is not a story of one man's quest for the throne (per se) but rather a story of a man that feels he has no other choice - possible spoiler in that, but hey...if you haven't guessed it already, you are not really reading. ;)

Parliaments of this time were (as best as I can tell) still at the whim of the monarch. And when they called them, the King mostly wanted money (taxation.) For building projects, but mostly for war. Sure, some other laws got passed (God bless English Common Law), yet the King either got what he wanted or didn't. I'll leave it to the Brits to answer your specific question, but I can answer that this era does not match our American Civil War well at all as comparison. Yes, it was bloody and eventually decisive for who might control the history. It was somewhat brother to brother, but those brothers were nobles and as I have repeated often, it really did not touch the common man all that much. There were definite bloody incidents that were horrific, but it did not change drastically the direction of the country as a whole. In truth, I believe that was the end of the 100 Years War (which is a starter for this piece) in that it led England to think inward rather than muck about in Europe. Instead, they eventually looked elsewhere...possibly from where I write right now. :p
 
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I will write up a history of English kinds in brief...which should quite quickly demonstrate why no one really knows much about Royal squabbles and baron revolts.

There were...many, many, many examples of both.
 
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Dublin, Ireland, November 1459

Richard of York sat brooding by the fire in the great hall of Dublin Castle. He had been received with great cheer when he and his son Edmund arrived owing to his long history as Lord Lieutenant while the young Earl of Rutland was ostensibly named as Lord Chancellor of Ireland. Both the people and Anglo Irish magnates were quite interested to spy the young Lord since his role had been carried out by Richard’s man Edmund Oldhall, the Bishop of Meath and this was the first time the young Earl had ever stepped foot to the island. Yet despite the support given, every single news that arrived from England depressed him more and more.

The Bishop’s brother and Richard’s own chancellor arrived soon after bearing this news and frankly lucky to survive with his life. First the news of Cecily’s capture and the sacking of Ludlow. And then news of the attainder against himself and his sons along with so many others. Worse still, there remained little news from Calais where Richard had hoped Edward had landed safely. He was totally in the dark despite the warming embers before him with no way of knowing how to return to the light. It was in this mood that his son Edmund found him on this morning, “Papa...you must not sit here forever. At least find some sunlight for this darkness cannot be good for you.”

York ignored the admonition and without turning from the flames asked, “How do you find Ireland, sir?”

“I find it all rather interesting,” Edmund replied as if he was merely on progress rather than fleeing for his life, “Obviously I’ve not been able to venture far from town, but there are many interesting characters here the likes of which I have not encountered to home.”

“And see that you do not venture far,” his father turned to him finally, “And should you have need, be certain to take Master Leighson with you.”

Edmund bowed his head in the affirmative, “Of course.”

Turning back to the fire, Richard asked, “Have you continued on with your studies? While here, be sure to learn as much as you may from the Bishop for he knows this realm well.”

“Bishop Oldhall has not been well since we arrived, papa,” Edmund answered, “Do you not recall that he was unable to greet us?”

“Ah yes...yes, of course...” Richard was in his thoughts, “...poor man. I do hope he recovers.”

Edmund saw through it, “You are worried about mama, aren’t you? And Georgie and Dickon...and Ned?”

“Yes,” was Richard’s only reply.

The young Earl moved to his father and placed a hand to his shoulder, “You must not feel responsible, papa. I know what Ned said to you was painful, but there was no other choice. And we are here and alive because of it.”

“How may I command men to follow me if I am unable to lead?” Richard asked his son allowing all pretense to fall away.

Edmund thought on it for a moment before giving answer, “I am young, papa, but from my studies I find that the best leaders do not command. They inspire.”

“Through strength,” the Duke agreed.

Edmund shrugged, “Yes...I suppose. Yet also noble deeds...trust and honesty...purity and dedication. These too are strengths, are they not?”

“Here I thought you and your brother hated Master Croft,” Richard allowed a slight laugh, “Clearly you have been listening to his lessons.”

His son shrugged again with a laugh of his own, “It is good to see you smile, papa.”

The levity did not last long as Sir William Oldhall entered the hall, “My Lord, the Earl of Desmond is here.”

With a rare showing of care, Richard stood and clasped his chancellor’s arm, “How does your brother, sir? I hear that he is ill.”

“You are kind to ask, my Lord,” Sir William bowed his head in thanks, “A flaring of the bowels, it would seem. He is abed. I wish I could report more.”

“I shall pray for him,” the Duke held tighter, “Now...does the Earl say why he is here?”

Sir William looked to Richard with a serious eye, “You had better hear it for yourself, my Lord.”

When Duke Richard gestured, James Fitzgerald was ushered into the hall. He was the 6th Earl of Desmond and often called the ‘Usurper’ for he had found way to disinherit his nephew for violating the Statutes of Kilkenny which prohibited the marriage between a man of Norman ancestry and a woman of Gaelic blood. He was slightly younger than the Duke, yet taller with pale skin and a shock of unruly auburn hair to his head. For many years, Fitzgerald and York had worked together and the Earl was a firm supporter despite his relations with the Butler Earls of Ormond of which the current was none other than the Earl of Wiltshire, James Butler.

“It’s been a thick pickle hasn’t it, my Lord?” Desmond said as he offered a respectful bow and then grinned, “Not here for but a fortnight and already my dear cousin comes to call.”

Richard was not amused, “Tell me not that Wiltshire is here!”

“Of course not!” the Earl laughed, “Him? Here? I knew he was a coward before St. Albans. Your tale only tells it worse. No, my Lord...he sends a deputy. A poor hapless emissary to demand that he is by right the Lord Lieutenant of Ireland as said by the Parliament of England and the very King himself.”

“He cannot be serious,” Richard was incredulous.

“More to that, my Lord...” the Earl continued, “...he demands for your arrest as traitor. What say you to that?”

Richard held his head higher, “I would say that I would like to see him try.”

Fitzgerald grinned, “I’m of like mind, my Lord. On that score, I have already drawn up papers to be resolved this day that would protect you and confirm your post. There are few here that would wish him and we shall pass legislation in our own Parliament to provide that anyone seeking your death or inciting rebellion against you should be deemed guilty of high treason indeed.”

“That is generous,” Richard gave nod, “I thank you, my Lord.”

“Speak no thing of it,” Desmond answered, “There is but one trouble...or mayhap two. The first is, as you know, John Chevir.”

Richard sighed in reply, “Him?”

John Chevir was from a longstanding family that could trace lineage back to the Norman Conquest of Ireland. He was Richard’s age and as Master of Rolls in Ireland as well as a well respected Justice, he ruled the Irish Parliament’s commons, sometimes even as Speaker. More to that, he had been a legal advisor to the Earl of Wiltshire’s father, the 5th Earl of Ormond often called ‘The White Earl’ for his learning and scholarly work. As such, Chevir was naturally inclined to support Wiltshire’s claims. Was he a staunch Lancastrian? This was what Richard needed to know.

The Earl of Desmond gave nod, “As you well know, my Lord...Chevir and I go back a far ways. He is at the now giving some tutor to my son Thomas in all things legal. The Butlers and the Fitzgeralds have been close owing to my mother being of that clan. We are on fine terms, John and I. And I may be able to sway him going against his benefactors. Yet you, my Lord...you could put it over the top.”

Another sigh emanated from Richard, “Very well. I shall do what I am able.”

“Good,” Fitzgerald grinned, “For I have him waiting just this moment in the inner bailey.”

As the Earl left, Richard was pensive. Edmund noticed and went to his father, “Remember, papa…honesty and trust.”

The Duke said not a word as he waited and soon Chevir was admitted to the hall. His hair was white and wrinkles already lined his face but he was robust in body and held a firm countenance. As he entered, the Justice held up his hands with a pained face, “Before you speak it, my Lord, I know already why I am summoned...”

“Now John...” Richard used the familiar as he gestured for another chair by the fire, “...let us not start with what we already know. If so, we might go on for hours. I know that you are a fair man of judgment. I know that you and I have for many years kept the peace and prosperity for not only the crown lands within Ireland, but so too those of the Anglo-Irish Lords. I know also that you hold some wish to be Lord Chief Justice of Ireland and mayhap even Deputy Lord Chancellor to my young son here. Is that a start?”

Chevir was reticent as he took the offered chair, “Some or more of that may be true, Lord Richard, yet...”

“Ed!” York hollered to his son, “Fetch the Justice a cup, would you?”

Edmund did as suggested while Richard sat and pulled his own chair closer, “So...let us get on with what is unknown. Shall we?”

“My Lord...you are a man of many great means, wealth and stature...” Chevir began again as he accepted the cup, “...and it is greatly true that your presence to here has always been a value to us all. Yet this other...business? There are a none of us that would wish to be pulled in...caused to make account. I hold no judgment of you, my Lord...”

Richard sat back and crossed a leg, “Well that is a good thing coming from you, sir.”

“What I mean, Lord Richard...” Chevir tried to save his words, “...is that none of us may know truly what is said and done. Only what we are commanded. If we are to hold faith with the English King, then we most hold true to his words.”

“I could not speak it better myself,” Richard sat forward, “That is a matter I have been working towards for some many years to this date. However, so many wish to ignore the King...my cousin, sir. They would twist his words into their own wish and in so doing bring about ruin for far too many. All perhaps! No, sir. It is a thing that must not happen.”

Chevir took a drink and then looked to the Duke with a serious eye, “No, it must not happen. Yet it happens already. I cannot look past the words that come to me from the English Parliament in which you are called traitor. To bring arms against the King, my Lord? Words are tricky things, my Lord...that I may grant you. Yet mathematics remain fact. Two and two provides four, do they not? I am unaware that they may also equal five depending on how one may look at it.”

The Duke sat back with a grin, “I should not like to be at the docket with you as prosecutor nor judge, sir. For I am not a legal scholar as yourself nor much of a Muslin mathematician. All I know is rightness and that is claim. There is naught other that should or could claim the seat that King Henry holds. And yet they do. I hold all manner of knowledge that it is in fact the Queen that signs his proclamations and holds to her the very Privy Seal. I am unaware in any legal document by where it claims that she is the rightful ruler of this or any other realm. Nor where she may have claim to do so. And yet, sir...she does.”

“If you hold proof to that, my Lord, then you must bring it to Parliament and the Council,” Chevir replied quickly and with astonishment.

The Duke of York stifled a laugh and instead answered very seriously, “It has been my life’s goal and yet I am thwarted at every turn. By these same men that hold to her trust and not that of the King. Only I, sir...only I his cousin have seen to his better interests and he would tell you that were he here right this moment. Has said so to my face and I trust and love him.”

“I apologize, my Lord…” Chevir showed a sad face, “...yet without other witnesses, I may not make judgment at all. I represent the people of Ireland as much as I am able and we would all wish a fair telling, to be certain. Yet as stated prior, there are none here that might desire to enter into what by all accounts appears as a familial squabble turned to bloodshed.”

“Familial, you say?” Richard tested, “Speak to me of the late Lord of Suffolk and tell me how he is family. Or even your patron, the Butlers. It is Wiltshire that comes to call...in his way...yet I do not recall a line tracing him back to King Edward. Do you?”

Chevir was instant in response, “To be clear...I have not studied it, my Lord. I could not know. What is plain to me is that ends are desired of which we desire no part. We would hear tales of murder...of raping...of things that simply should not be. I cannot say what happens to England, my Lord. I only know of what I do not wish to see here.”

“Yet as Justice...” Richard followed, “...your role is not to judge based on your wishes, is that not true?”

“That...is true,” Chevir replied.

Richard allowed a slight smile, “Then you would merely look to the case before you and judge upon the merits. And that is all that I would wish as complainant. The Lord of Desmond already puts before your Parliament an act and as member, would you consider it law if passed?”

Chevir gave nod, “I would.”

“And if they confirm me in this role as Lord Lieutenant, you would agree that I have by right the word of the King within this realm?”

The Irish Justice was less eager to agree but still gave nod, “I surely must. Yes, my Lord.”

Richard pressed, “Would you stand to thwart me in the argument? Or more importantly, stand for the supposed right of the Earl of Wiltshire?”

“I stand only for the right of law,” Chevir was certain.

“Come now, John...” the Duke moved even closer and grasped at the man’s knee, “...you know well that if I am to be confirmed...and I will...that if you stand against me and call for others to do the same...these very atrocities will be visited upon your people. The thing which you have told me you do not wish. I wish them not either.”

Chevir answered, “You have chance to stop all of that, my Lord. Here and now.”

“No, sir...” Richard raised his brow in reply, “...you do.”

With that, the Duke stood and called for Sir William Oldhall to usher the Justice to the session already taking place. Within hours, the Duke of York was indeed confirmed by the Irish Parliament as Lord Lieutenant of Ireland and thus Wiltshire’s messenger was charged with treason for his message. A swift trial took place and the man was sentenced. Soon after, the sentence was carried out and York made sure that his son Edmund was next to him as witness.

The poor man was carried to the place of execution on a board pulled by horses and carried from there to a noose. As the crowd gathered, he was hanged to the sound of cheers and Edmund looked away.

“No, sir!” Richard forcefully turned his son’s head, “You will watch.”

As the man dangled, the executioner moved to him and cut open his belly and pulled the entrails from his body. Edmund winced, “He’s not yet dead!”

“You will see,” Richard merely pointed.

He was taken from the noose and with not much precision, men cut off his limbs one by one. Finally to the shouts from the crowd, the hapless messenger was finally relieved of his head. It was bloody. And it was effective. When Edmund asked why, his father answered with firm alacrity.

“It is a message in reply.”
 
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Well, there's no coming back from that one. Richard is a traitor rallying Ireland to his rule.

This only ends with him on the throne or his head on London Bridge.
 
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“Faster than a speeding bullet“ :D He’s back!

“Why would you make me choose?” he asked plaintively.

She could not help but shout, “We are at war!!! Open your eyes, sir!
She has a point. His compass swings wildly between two poles.
I apologize, mon cher. I am too harsh in my impatience.
A moment of genuine self-awareness? Or devious manipulation? One can never quite tell with Margaret, though one expects the latter.
I require dedication, single minded and all encompassing. You will not take Warwick without it.
Again, true enough. She’s in pretty good form here.
The good part of writing again is...I am writing again! The bad part (if it is such) is that I am now outpacing too much what is posted.
So I see! Glad the muse once again sits by your shoulder.
“It’s been a thick pickle hasn’t it, my Lord?”
Oh, for a second I thought that was a description of young Henry Somerset - or at least a part of him! :p “Ooh, matron!”
Wiltshire’s messenger was charged with treason for his message. A swift trial took place and the man was sentenced.
“It is a message in reply.”
A pretty harsh one, but clear enough! Dies cast, Rubicons finally crossed, etc.
 
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York has a peculiar way to send his messages.
 
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Ireland has declared for York. There's no going back now. Either Margaret or York will emerge the victor - there's no middle ground.
 
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