The Sun in Splendour - Plaidy Jean - Страница 23

Sure of his loyalty Edward had honoured him, and since there had been criticism of Desmond, the King was considering sending Worcester out to Ireland again.

When the Queen heard this she cultivated Worcester. She invited him to one of the banquets she so enjoyed giving and during it kept him at her side. But it was private conversation that she wished to have and when the opportunity arose she wasted no time in coming to the matter which was of utmost interest to her.

'I am so glad you are going to Ireland,' she told him. 'I know

there are great needs tor reform there. The King has a fondness for Desmond, but I never trusted him.'

Worcester was only too pleased to hear his rival in Ireland denigrated. Any failure which could be attached to Desmond would enhance his own successes. He lent a ready ear to the conduct of Desmond and added something of his own.

'Such men are a danger to the King,' said Elizabeth. 'They should not be allowed to live.'

Worcester was interested. For some reason the Queen wanted Desmond out of the way, and it would certainly suit Worcester's purpose well to remove his rival.

'When I am in Ireland I will discover what traitorous action Desmond may be engaged in', he promised.

'And if you discover. . . .'

'My dear lady, if I discover treachery I will wipe it out. There is only one price that should be asked of a traitor. His life.'

The Queen nodded.

'I fear for the King. He is so easy-going, so blind sometimes to danger. He does not like to hear ill of those for whom he has some regard.

'If he were presented with the accounts of infamy. . . .'

'Even then. . . .'

'Well, my lady, we shall see. I am leaving for Ireland shortly and I swear to you my first duty will be to rout out the traitors.'

'I shall look forward to hearing from you, my lord.'

'It would not surprise me if I soon have news for you. My lady, you are alert to danger, and we say this in no disloyalty to the King but I agree that he is apt to believe the best of people. This gives his enemies the chance thev need. I am speaking too boldlv.'

'My lord, you could not speak too boldly where the King's safety is in question.'

'Desmond is a close friend of Warwick's and, I suspect, my lord of Warwick is not quite the good friend the King believes him to be.'

'I, too, am watchful of Warwick.'

'It is good to know the King has you to look to his interests.'

'You may rest assured I shall do that. And I shall hope to hear from you before long.'

Worcester was as good as his word. He had not been long in Ireland when there was news of an action in a court at Drogheda.

A merchant was accusing Desmond of extorting money and

livery and worse still of joining with the natives in a treasonable action against the English.

'I never trusted Desmond,' said Elizabeth.

Edward laughed. 'My dear, he has always been my good friend. You know what these Irish are. They look for trouble and if they can't find it, they invent it.'

Ts that really so?'

Her eyes were downcast; she was demure again. He must not think that she disagreed with him or bore any grudge against Desmond, for if he did, he would know it was because of that unfortunate remark and, as Jacquetta and she had decided, to have shown resentment about that would have suggested fear. Edward must not think for one moment that she doubted his satisfaction with their marriage.

Walk warily, Jacquetta had said. And Elizabeth's temperament had well equipped her to do just that.

She said no more of Desmond to Edward, but she sent warm thanks to Worcester and waited for the next step.

It was not long before it came. Desmond had been tried on the charges brought against him at Drogheda and they had been proved to be true; he was therefore sentenced to death by the court. All they needed was the King's sanction to his execution.

Edward was in a dilemma. Warwick had taught him that he must have no scruples when dealing with traitors. They must be ruthlessly destroyed. Hadn't the battle cry always been: 'Go for the leaders. Leave the common soldiers.' It was the leaders who made trouble, the leaders who were to be feared. And now Desmond. He couldn't believe it, but according to Worcester's report Desmond had tried to rouse the Irish against English rule there and that was a direct attack on the King.

But Desmond had always been his friend. He liked Desmond. Had he been overfriendly with the Irish? He was Irish himself! But had he conspired with them? Even if he had Edward would find it hard to put his seal on the death warrant.

It was typical of Edward that he shelved the matter. He put the order out of sight and forgot about it. They could not execute Desmond without his seal and if he did nothing the matter might blow over. Then he could perhaps recall Desmond and sift the matter himself. In due course Desmond could settle on his estates and Worcester could take care of Ireland.

It might be true that Desmond was a traitor. Men did turn for

the sake of gain. But it was hard to think of Desmond doing that and in any case, he could forget it. Ireland was far away.

Elizabeth had said nothing of Desmond. But she knew where the death warrant was. She also knew that all it needed was the King's seal.

Edward had other matters with which to occupy himself for he was deeply shocked when he heard that Warwick had suggested to Clarence that he marry his eldest daughter Isabel.

This was one of the matters which he did discuss with Elizabeth.

'What does Warwick mean, think you?' he asked.

'It means that my lord Warwick is an ambitious man,' said Elizabeth.

'That, my dear, is no news. I never knew any man with more ambition. Why have I not been consulted? What does it mean?'

'That Warwick believes himself to be too high and mighty for consultation with the King to be necessary.'

'By God, there shall be no marriage. I want Clarence to strengthen the Burgundy alliance. I want this match between my sister Margaret and Burgundy's heir to go forward and I thought Clarence could have the Count's daughter Mary.'

'Of course she is only a child.'

'Clarence is not old. He can wait, I daresay. But Clarence and Isabel Neville . . . never! For one thing they are second cousins. They need a dispensation from the Pope. I'll see they don't get that.'

Edward was so incensed that he completely forgot the case of Lord Desmond.

But Elizabeth had not forgotten. She had promised herself revenge for that remark of his and she would not be content until his head was parted from his body.

She awoke one morning early. The King lay beside her sleeping. She looked at him critically. He had lost a little of those outstanding good looks he had had when she had first met him. There were slight pouches under the fine eyes and a tendency to corpulence. She shrugged her shoulders. He was still a handsome man but his looks were not important as long as he retained his power and she must keep her hold on him.

She slipped off the bed. On a small table lay the King's ornaments which he had put there the previous night before disrobing.

She went to it and immediately found what she wanted: his signet ring.

His papers were in an adjoining chamber and she had made sure that the one she wanted was among them.

It was all done in a few moments.

She had sealed the death warrant.

She hid it in a drawer and went back to the bed.

The King was still sleeping. She lay there watching him. Then she moved closer to him and he put out an arm and held her close to him.

He had no notion that she had left the bed.

The Queen was pregnant once more.

There was no question of her fertility. This time, said the King, it must be a boy.