Chapter 31: Bedford
March, 1455
“Your Grace.” Jacquetta said curtseying.
“Jacquetta, please rise.” The Queen said.
The Queen moved to one of the chairs near the window, Jacquetta took the chair opposite her. She waited until the Queen had sat down before sitting down herself. A moment passed, then the Queen spoke. “Have you heard the news?”
“Your Grace?” Jacquetta asked unsure of which piece of news the Queen was referring to.
“The Duke of York has betrothed his son, Edmund, to Margaret Beaufort, thus ensuring that at a stroke his family grows in power.” The Queen answered.
Ah. Jacquetta thought to herself. She had known York for a few years now, having first met him when their husbands were both serving in Normandy. She had never liked him, finding him far too upright and uptight. But this, this was something else. “I had not heard, Your Grace. How do you feel about it?” Jacquetta asked.
The Queen didn’t reply immediately though her brow furrowed, which Jacquetta knew meant she wasn’t happy. “I think that York’s reasoning is not wrong. He needs to secure an inheritance for his younger sons, but after having had Somerset imprisoned for trying to do the same thing, it does ring a bit hollow to me.”
“Could Your Grace not veto it?” Jacquetta asked. “After all, Lady Margaret is a member of the King’s extended family.”
The Queen shook her head. “No, York is the only one with that power as Lord Protector, and the King is not well enough to do anything about it. Besides, even if he were I do not think it would be a wise idea to veto this betrothal.”
“Why do you say so, Your Grace?” Jacquetta asked though she had an idea as to why.
The Queen took a deep breath and replied. “Because York is powerful and because he has been nothing but loyal. I might disagree with some of the things he has done, but he has worked hard to restore order to the Kingdom.”
Jacquetta opened her mouth to point out that York had no doubt had a hand in Salisbury’s letter, her husband was convinced of it, but closed it and decided to change tack. “I can see Your Grace’s point. Still, that cannot be a good thing to think of. York enriching his family at the cost of those who have served the Crown without ever getting ideas into their heads.”
Jacquetta knew she was playing a very dangerous game here, by mentioning York’s attempted uprising at Dartford, and referencing the Cade Rebellion but she needed to know where the Queen stood on that end. Especially, if as Richard had told her, Salisbury and Warwick were preparing for war. The Queen sighed once more. “You are right, but there is very little I can actually do. Somerset rots in the Tower, Northumberland spends more time worrying about the Scots, Buckingham is a neutral arbiter and Kemp has now retired to his diocese.”
“The Archbishop is old though, Your Grace. Surely, Your Grace has an idea of who to replace him with.” Jacquetta replied.
“I did.” The Queen said. “But the moment The Archbishop retired, York announced Salisbury as Lord Chancellor. And because Worcester is going away travelling, he’s also named The Duke of Norfolk as Lord High Treasurer.”
“Norfolk?” Jacquetta exclaimed. She had met the man a few times, he was wild and uncontrollable, what was York thinking by appointing him?
“Indeed, that was what I had thought, but it seems that most of the Treasurer’s duties are being held by York or one of his deputies. Sir Leonard Hastings. Norfolk is only symbolic.” The Queen said.
“Ah.” Jacquetta replied. She knew that something would need to change to ensure that the Queen’s position was secure. Somerset might be an idiot, but she did not think his son was. Henry Beaufort had the makings of a great man, of that Jacquetta was sure.
“But enough about that. Tell me, how have you all been? I have missed you at court.” The Queen said.
“We have been well, thank you, Your Grace.” Jacquetta said. “Elizabeth, my eldest daughter has just given birth to a son. A healthy boy named Henry, after His Grace the King.”
The Queen smiled. “I had heard yes, I had been meaning to send my congratulations, but with everything going on at court.”
“I understand, Your Grace.” Jacquetta replied.
“And what of your other children?” The Queen asked.
“Well, my husband and I are currently looking for a husband for our daughter Anne.” Jacquetta said, letting a possible suggestion hang in the air.
“And, have you found anyone?” The Queen asked.
“Unfortunately, not yet. It seems things have become very quiet.” Jacquetta replied.
The Queen frowned. “That is no good at all. Do you want some assistance?”
You’ve got a candidate I want. Jacquetta thought to herself, however she replied. “If that would not strain Your Grace’s time?”
The Queen smiled. “Not at all, I would be delighted to help.”
Good, maybe then I can move you toward Somerset’s brood. Jacquetta thought to herself. “Thank you, Your Grace.” Jacquetta replied smiling.
There was a knock on the door then. “Enter.” The Queen commanded. The door opened and a servant hurried in, he bent down low and whispered in the Queen’s ear. The Queen turned to look at the servant and asked. “Are you sure.”
“Completely, Your Grace. The man the Lord Chamberlain sent was most insistent that I tell you at once.” The servant replied.
The Queen grinned. “Excellent, thank you. Here.” The woman reached into a bag at her side and pulled out two gold coins. “Take this.”
“Thank you, Your Grace.” The servant replied, bowing before scampering away.
The Queen turned back to her then and said. “I must apologise, Jacquetta, but I must leave for London at once.”
“Your Grace?” Jacquetta asked alarmed.
“It appears His Grace the King has recovered.” The Queen said.
Jacquetta smiled. “That is wonderful news, Your Grace.”