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That was true. She had prevailed on her husband to bestow the title of Earl of Richmond on Arthur and this he had done. It would be Arthur's duty to range himself on the side of Henry. It w^as the eldest for whom she feared.
*It is a pity your son was married into France,' he said.
She nodded. The marriage was arranged when she had come to England and for the reason that the King of France had wanted to make sure of the allegiance of Brittany.
*Arthur of course will be your man,' she said. *The Duke ... well, that is another matter.'
Henry realized that it would be difficult for the Duke to fight against his father-in-law. On the other hand his mother was the Queen of England.
*I shall rely on your powers of persuasion,' he said.
Joa
But after he had gone Joa
Henry rode away thoughtful also. He must have Brittany with him, and surely the fact that the mother of the Duke was his stepmother must carry some weight. Joa
He was going to need money to finance his war. He would think about that later.
When he arrived back in Westminster it was to learn that Lord Cobham had escaped from the Tower.
Christmas had come and the Court was at Eltham. Henry was fond of Eltham, and came to it often to escape the activity which there always seemed to be at Westminster. It was a secure fortress surrounded by a moat and a thick greystone external wall.
There were revelries at Christmas but his thoughts were mainly of the campaign he pla
A crown had changed that. He had to think of marriage. He was twenty-six, not exactly a boy. Few kings remained bachelors so long. There had been many marriages suggested for him but after the ma
Strangely enough he often thought of little Isabella of Valois, Richard's widow. He had been obsessed by that child. He had never seen anyone to equal her for beauty—but perhaps her image had grown more beauteous as time passed as was often the case. She had died, poor child, after they married her to Orleans. What a fascinating little creature she had been with her fierce loyalty towards ineffectual Richard who had never been her husband in more than name.
Well, there must be an end to these prevarications. A wife ... but first the crown of France.
He sat at the high table in the great banqueting hall, above him the high-pitched roof with its hammer beams, carved pendants and braces held on corbels of hewn stone. Up in the minstrels' gallery the musicians were playing their tunes. A great fire burned in the centre of the room. Soon the mummers would arrive and enchant the company with their performance.
It was just like so many Christmases he remembered. The
cooks had excelled themselves with the great joints of savoury meats and pies and fish garnished with fe
There was no lack of food and most of them thought Henry would be rendered almost incapable of staggering to bed so heartily would they partake of all the delicacies and so freely would they refresh themselves with the wines, beer and the mead produced by the good cellarers of Eltham.
The banquet was over, the minstrels were playing; the mummers had arrived and repleted with rich food and strong drink the guests roused themselves from the soporific state to watch and applaud.
The dancing had begun and as the King was wondering which of the ladies to select he felt a tug on his sleeve.
He turned sharply. One of the mummers wearing the head of a goat was standing at his elbow.
'My lord/ said the goat-headed mummer in a whisper, and there was an urgency in his tone.
*What means this?' said the King but he kept his voice low.
'Leave at once for Westminster, my lord. There is a plot to seize you and your brothers this night. To kill you and set up a new rule.'
*Is this a joke? By God, I like not such jokes ...'
*My lord, my lord. I have been sent to tell you. The Lollards are pla
*Who has sent you to me?'
*One whom you know well. A friend who loves you and who does not wish harm to befall you.'
He knew at once. This was John's doing. Was it a joke? The kind of joke they had enjoyed playing on each other. No, John had grown serious, even as he had. And there was one thing he knew and that was that the Lollards were a force and one to be reckoned with.
*They plan to strike in the early morning, my lord. Retire to your chambers now. Let them believe that you are weary of
the revels and have State matters to attend to. Summon your brothers... and then my lord... fly with them for your life.'
Henry hesitated.
Could this be true? He had an instinct for such matters and he believed it could be. He was no longer the reckless youth courting danger. He had a country to govern, a war to win.
He said: 'Methinks you come from my old friend and comrade John Oldcastle. Is that so?'
*I have sworn not to betray the source of my coming, my lord.'
*I could make you talk.'
'There is little time, my lord.'
I'll trust you then. Go from me now. People watch. They think we are exchanging badinage.'
The mummer slipped away. Henry yawned. He said: 'Continue to revel. I will retire.' He signed to his brothers. 'Come with me to my chambers. I have matters of which I must speak to you.'
They left the great hall and when they had gone the guests again whispered together of the change in the King. In the old days he would have been in the thick of the revels; he would have been watching some of the women and testing them out as to which pleased him. Now it was retirement to talk State matters with his brothers.
They would have been surprised had they watched the scene which was taking place with Henry and his brothers.
'Prepare to leave at once,' he said. 'We are going with all speed to Westminster.'
The warning had been timely.
When the King arrived at Westminster early the following morning he was greeted with the news that something unusual was going on in the streets of London. All during the previous day those streets had been crowded, but not with Londoners. It seemed that men from all over the country were gathering there.
'Send one or two men out to discover what they do there,' was his order. 'Do not put them under guards for questioning. But mingle with them. Drink with them in the taverns and make discreet enquiries.'