âNow what?â Henry muttered, resting his elbows on his desk and rubbing his temples. It hadnât stopped since that infernal scene Richard made- interruption after interruption as rumour spread and the nobles reassessed their options for the thousandth time since August. âItâs almost midnight. Tell whoever-â
âIt is the Duke of York, your grace.â The page- what was the boyâs name? Timothy? Thomas? looked at him anxiously. Henry exhaled with irritation. He slumped back in his chair. Then he leaned forward again and began to reshuffle his papers.Â
âTell him to come,â he snapped. Heâd tell his uncle to wait until morning, but truth be told, heâd been expecting this. And heâd rather get it over with.Â
The page bowed, and vanished, reappearing again moments later. âThe Duke of York,â he announced, and Henry nodded.
âThank you, you can go,â he said. The boy scarpered.
Henry stretched his mouth in to a painful facsimile of a smile. âUncle,â he said. âWhat can I do for you?â
âPontefract?â York sounded tired. Sad, and tired. Henry bristled. âOf all the places, why Pontefract?â
âItâs the most secure.â Henry returned to reshuffling his papers so he didnât have to meet Yorkâs eyes.
âMore secure than the Tower?âÂ
âYes!â Henry slammed the papers down. âIf he remains at the heart of London, the people will remember-â
âSo you send him north to languish and be forgot.â
âPrecisely!â Henry glared.
York nodded. Once. âWhat was Northumberlandâs role in it?â he asked.Â
âWho said Northumberland had a role in it?â Henry retorted.Â
âHenry, Iâve known you and Richard since you were both children, I saw you grow up together. Left on your own, youâd have sent him to the Tower and youâd have gone to him, every other week, trying to persuade him to admit that you are in the right. For the good of his soul, of course.â the last was tinged with sarcasm. Henry elected to ignore it.Â
âWhy Northumberland?â he asked instead. York held his gaze.
âWho else?â he asked, and Henry shifted uncomfortably.
âYou think I rely too much on his council.â
âI think heâs ambitious and I think heâll grab the tail of any rising star so long as that star offers to pull him just a little bit higher than the last.â
âNorthumberland has pledged his word, he is loyal to me.â
âYou pledged your word that you came only for Lancaster; forgive an old manâs eyesight, your grace, but this does not look like Lancaster to me.â Â
And there it was, Henry thought. Finally. After weeks of waiting-
âI did come for Lancaster. It was him who suggested London, if you recall.â
âAnd you are incapable of saying no?â York enquired, then waved it away as Henry opened his mouth to respond. âIt doesnât matter, thatâs not why Iâm here. Whatâs done is done itâs done-â
âThen why are you here?â Henry asked, impatience and tiredness warring within him.
âTwo things, your grace,â York said, âThe first: the matter of Pontefract, and Richardâs imprisonment within it.â
âI will not reconsider-â
âAnd I will not ask you to.â York dipped his head. âI will ask that you do not confuse imprisonment with debasement.â
Henryâs eyes narrowed. âYou would have me send him silk sheets and perfume, uncle?â
âI would have my brotherâs son spared the indignity of being paraded round in his shift!â York snapped. âIt was wholly unnecessary to strip him so, Harry-â
âI didnât see you rush to lend him your cloak!â Henry snapped, and York fell abruptly silent, cheeks reddening.Â
âYour Grace,â he said stiffly. âI will pay for Richardâs keep, providing he is not used roughly. A stipend to be paid to the crown for the duration of Richardâs lifetime. He will be kept warm, and well fed, and have access to books, if nothing else.â
Henry steepled his fingers, considering. What his uncle proposed would lift an expense from his purse. It could, if approached carefully, add an extra source of revenue. He suspected that was the conclusion his uncle wanted him to reach- an incentive to keep a dangerous prisoner alive rather than arrange a convenient accident. Not that he would. He was better than that. Better than him. âWhatâs the other thing?â he asked.
York grimaced. âI need you to arrest Edward.â
âI need you to arrest Edward.âÂ
Henry struggled to come up with an adequate response. He scanned his uncleâs face for signs that he was in jest- but no. He genuinely wanted...
âBecauseâ, York said, âheâs a hot headed young idiot madly in love with the man you just deposed and if heâs not already neck deep in some conspiracy or other to do away with you and restore Richard to the throne, Iâll eat my boots. Of course, such a plot will undoubtedly be uncovered, because Ned is wholly useless at concealing anything, which means youâre going to arrest him sooner or later and Iâd sooner it not be for high treason. Have a few guards drag him home to his mother, and Iâll let her know heâs not to write to Salisbury, Carlisle, or any other of Richardâs friends.â
âPlots,â York said, âare formed by people plotting.â
Henry resisted the urge to roll his eyes. âWell obviously,â he said, âbut-â
âNo!â York said insistently. âListen, Harry. Plots are formed by people plotting. How do you stop them plotting their plots?â
Arrest Ned. Send him home- away from Court.
Stop him writing to any of Richardâs other likely allies.
âYou prevent from being able to plot,â York said emphatically. âYou isolate them from their most likely allies, stop them being able to communicate. They canât plot...â
â...If thereâs no way to plot,â Henry finished slowly.
A small smile passed Yorkâs face.Â
âThomas!â Henry called. His page appeared at once.
âTell the guards outside to find my lord Aumerle and place him under house arrest. He is not to see or speak with anyone. Likewise with my lord the Earl of Salisbury, and -in fact, tell young Harry Percy to come and see me, would you?â
âYes, your grace, at once- I- that is-â
âThe Duke of Aumerle under house arrest, the Earl of Salisbury under house arrest, Northumberlandâs son to our presence at once.â Henry pushed back from his chair, and strode to the window, gazing out over the Thames as his page scrambled to follow his instructions.
The Duke of York closed his eyes, and prayed to God he had made the right call.
[chapter 1 can be found here]