The Star of Lancaster - Plaidy Jean (бесплатные онлайн книги читаем полные TXT) 📗

'Wait ... what do you mean?'

'You and Henry will be as betrothed ... There will be no more marital relations between you.'

'I must ask Henry ...'

'I have already spoken to Henry. He sees the point. He agrees with me.'

She looked relieved. Then she said in alarm: 'Do you mean I shall not see Henry?'

*Of course you will see Henry. He will come to Leicester to visit us. He will stay and you will sing your songs and play your guitar together. You'll pit your wits at chess. It is simply that you will be as betrothed ... as though the actual ceremony ol: marriage has not yet taken place.'

She was silent. And her mother burst out: 'You shall not be submitted to that pain again. You are too young to bear children as yet. Your body is not ready for it. All I ask is for you to wait for a year ... for two years perhaps. In fact I am going to insist.'

*As long as Henry agrees ... and I shall see him.'

*But of course you shall. Dear child, understand all I ever want is what is best for you.'

So it was arranged and when Mary was well enough, the Countess left Kenilworth with her daughter.

THE LORD HARRY

For more than three years Mary lived with her mother during which time Henry visited her whenever it was possible for him to do so. Her mother explained to her that when one married a man who was of such high rank one must be prepared for him to have many duties outside his domestic life to claim him.

Mary was resigned. She eagerly learned how to manage a large household; she spent long hours in the still room; she studied the various herbs and spices and how to garnish dishes with them; she could brew ale to perfection; her mother allowed her to instruct the servants on those occasions when important visitors were expected and the Countess insisted that they all realized that in spite of her youth, Mary was the Countess of Hereford and wife of the son of the great John of Gaunt. Nor was she allowed to neglect the finer pursuits. She must learn the latest songs and dances which were fashionable at Court and she played the guitar and sang to guests. The finest materials were sent to the castle for her to choose which she preferred and the Countess insisted that she pay special attention to her appearance.

Those were the waiting years and Mary knew now without a doubt how wrong it would have been had she allowed herself to be forced into the convent. Henry had saved her from that and she w^ould always be grateful to him. She was intended to be what he would make her: a wife and a mother.

Providing a happy well managed home for her husband and children was her true mission in life and during those waiting years she longed for the time when she would be old enough to go to Henry.

Often she thought of him, wondering what he was doing at that time. During the day she was busy; her mother saw that she was well occupied; but at night she would lie in her bed, watching the flickering shadows on the walls, for after the fashion of the day she burned a small lamp in her bedchamber. It was a small metal cup filled with oil with a wick in it; and it was a comfort during the darkness when certain fears came to her.

She was always apprehensive lest something happened and she not be told of it. During the time when she and Henry had lived together and she had been pregnant terrible things had been happening and she had known nothing of them. The peasants had risen and the whole country had been in danger; as for Henry he had been with the King at the time in the Tower of London and had come near to losing his life. She had been—and still was—so appalled at the second near calamity that she could give little thought to the first.

It was only after the tragic birth of her stillborn child that she had heard the truth and she would never forget as long as she lived the day Henry had sat with her and told her about it.

*A man called Wat Tyler was at their head,' he had said. *The story is that the collector who had gone to gather the poll tax had insulted his daughter and the tyler killed the tax collector and the peasants rallied round him. They marched to London eventually. They wanted to rule the country themselves; they wanted to take all the riches of the land and divide it between them. They were looting everything as they went. They have destroyed my father's palace of the Savoy.'

She had listened wide-eyed, her heart beating furiously to think that while that was happening she had been living quietly in the country expecting her baby and knowing nothing of it. And Henry had been there in London ... with the King.

•They came into London, that seething rabble,' Henry went on. 'The King went out to meet them ... first at Black-heath and then at Smithfield. He showed great courage—

everyone said so—and it has to be remembered that he saved the day. When he was at Blackheath I was left in the Tower and the mob broke in.*

She felt sick with fear, and he had laughed at her.

'It's all over now. It came out all right. Richard talked to them ... promised to give them what they wanted ... not that he can ... but he promised them and Wat Tyler was killed. They were without a leader. They broke up and disappeared ... and afterwards the ring leaders were caught and punished.

'And you were in the Tower,' she had murmured.

1 was lucky. Oh Mary, you nearly lost your husband on that day. They would have put an end to me because they hated my father. Everywhere you go, Mary, you hear them murmuring against him. You know all the lies they tell against him.'

'Why do they hate him so?' she had asked.

Henry had shrugged his shoulders. Then he had said, his eyes glowing with pride: 'Because he is the greatest man in England. He should have been the first-born so that he could have had the crown. He was meant to be a king.'

Mary had begged him to tell her about his lucky escape.

'It was like a miracle, Mary. There I was expecting them to burst in on me at any moment. I was thinking of you. I thought: My poor little Mary, her heart will be broken. And it would have been would it not?'

She had only been able to nod, being too full of emotion for speech.

'And then,' he had gone on, 'the door flew open and there was one of them; he had a billhook in his hand and I thought he had come to kill me. He called me "My lord" and spoke urgently and told me that he had come to conduct me to safety for my life was in great danger. He told me what to do, and I put on some rough clothes which he gave me. He had a wooden stick for me and he bade me follow him shouting abuse on the rich and so did I and we ran out of the Tower and through the streets of London shouting ail the while until we came to the Wardrobe which is the royal offices in Carter Lane and there I joined the Queen Mother and others who had managed to escape from the Tower.'

She had only been able to cling to him and marvel with horror that while this had been happening she had been

calmly sitting at her needlework with no hint of the tragedy which had nearly ruined her life.

1 shall be grateful to that man who saved you for the rest of my life,' she said fervently.

'And so shall 1/ Henry had replied. 'His name is John Ferrour and he is from Southwark. He has been well rewarded. He must have done it out of love for my father for I had never heard of him. But there is no doubt that but for him there would have been the end of Henry of Boling-broke.'

Later she had heard much of the Peasants' Revolt and the young King's bravery and everyone said that Richard would be a great king like his grandfather. The Peasants' Revolt had been Richard's triumph, so it seemed at first; but as she saw it he had won by false pretences. He had promised to give them what they w^anted and what they had received was cruel death for their leaders and their grievances had remained.