wish you werenât going to London.â
âSo do I.â
And it is true. I love Tom, though I tried hard not to. I want so much to stay with him â but I cannot desert the boys. Their Uncle Richardâs motto is âLoyauté Me Lieâ, which Dr Alcock said means âLoyalty Binds Meâ. I, too, feel bound.
âThings are so uncertain. And the boys are still young. It would be an unkind time to leave them.â
âLisa, their world is not our world,â Tom says. âTheir wars and deaths and riches are nothing to do with us. I want you to marry me. Let the boys go. Please. We can have children of our own.â
I feel torn in half.
âI love you, Tom, I really do. I want to marry you. But can we wait just a little longer?â
âAnyone who waits for things to be safe and certain is a fool,â he says. âAnd I hope I am not a fool.â He sighs. âBut yes, I will wait for you.â
âOh, Tom! Thank you, thank you. It wonât be long, I promise. Iâll come back as soon as I can.â
We kiss again. I wish we could stay here longer, but the sun is low in the sky behind the trees.
Packing up
Annie sits down on the box we have just tied with rope, hands in her lap.
âThe wolves are out, Lisa,â she says.
âWolves?â
âEnemies.â
âBut â things are all right now, arenât they? The Lancaster side is beaten. It doesnât have an heir to the throne.â
âOh, yes, it does,â Annie says grimly. âTheyâve found themselves a new one. Henry Tudor. Heâs lived in France most of his life. Claims to be descended from the ancient Welsh king, Cadwalladr, which means nothing at all. Any Welsh person could say the same.â
âIsnât he royal, then?â
âOnly through a bastard line. His grand-da was a page in the court of Henry the Fifth. He seduced the kingâs widow, who bore him a son called Edmund Tudor. That Edmund was this Henry Tudorâs father.â
âSo why do they think he should be king?â
âYou may well ask. The thing is, Henry Tudorâs mother is now married to Lord Stanley, and heâs as two-faced as Warwick was. Everyone says heâs going to help Henry Tudor to invade England and take the throne by force.â
Iâm horrified.
âBut he canât! Young Edward is the king!â
Annie frowns down at her hands, and makes no answer. Iâm suddenly afraid.
âAnnie, what is it?â
She sighs.
âIâve never told you this, Lisa. Thereâs an old secret â but it wonât stay secret much longer, the way things are going. The Kingâs marriage to Elizabeth Woodville wasnât his first one.â
Thatâs an old tale, so Iâm relieved.
âYes, he was engaged to someone else, they say. But isnât it just gossip?â
âNo. Itâs true. And it wasnât just an engagement. Edward married Lady Eleanor Butler, months before Elizabeth grabbed him.â
âActually
married
her?â
âYes. And the wolves are hunting around to prove it. They want it known that the Kingâs marriage to Elizabeth broke the law. I know this is hard, Lisa, but â Edwardâs children are not legal. Your lovely boys have no more claim to the throne than their illegitimate brothers and sisters that nobody knows about.â
My hands are over my mouth in a long gasp of horror. âAnnie! No!â
âIâm sorry. I know what they mean to you.â
âHow long have you known?â
âIâve always known. Some things are best not talked about.â
Coming from Annie, that would be laughable, were it not so frightening.
âDoes Uncle Richard know?â
âOf course he does.â
No wonder he looks wary.
Annie goes on, âRichard is the youngest brother, so he never dreamed of being king. But Clarence,the middle one, was second to Edward, and he
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