Chapter 107: Frustration
January, 1459
Edmund Beaufort, Duke of Somerset paced up and down the room. He was trying to keep his frustration in check, but was doing a poor job of managing. How they had come to this situation he didn’t know. They were supposed to be leaders, they were supposed to be fighting for the God given King, and yet here they were in bloody Truro, waiting for something, anything to give so that they could strike. It was annoying.
“Edmund, stop doing that and sit down.” The King said tiredly.
Edmund did as he was bid and sat down, in a hardbacked chair.
“What news?” The King demanded.
“York has had a coronation.” Edmund said, his friends at court had told him that. He had been impressed by how quickly York had moved. He’d issued a manifesto and then had a coronation all within a month.
“Who crowned him?” The King asked, his voice sounding choked.
“The Archbishop of York, the Archbishop of Canterbury refused to do the deed.” Edmund said, at least one member of the Clergy still had morals, others had all willingly attended the coronation.
The King nodded. “And what is the mood within London?”
“Most people seem worried, and upset. They fear that York will bring war upon them. The merchants are already pulling their stock out of the city.” Edmund said. The last bit was true, the merchants were taking flight because of the rumours he had put about. But the other things weren’t true.
“How much support do we still have in the City?” The King asked.
Very little. Edmund thought, but out loud he said. “Enough to cause York serious problems.”
“Then get in touch with our friends there and see to it that they do their duty.” The King commanded.
“Yes, Sire.” Edmund replied, that was going to be incredibly difficult, but the King had asked him to do it, and so he would.
The King then changed topic. “What about the rest of the Kingdom? How has everyone responded to York’s manifesto?”
The King had taken that document surprisingly well, given what it claimed about him. Madness, incest, and other such accusations had been levied at him by York and Salisbury and Warwick. And there was even a claim that the Prince of Wales was a bastard, sired by Edmund. That was all frankly ridiculous. Edmund had had an affair with the King’s Mother, once, but he’d learned his lesson after that.
“Northumberland managed to flee for the north before York’s forces got into London.” Viscount Lisle said. “He is raising men as we speak.”
“How many?” The King asked.
“I think he has around five hundred men raised so far, with the capacity to raise more. Combined with the men left from Lord Egremont’s attempted fight with York, that would take numbers close to eight hundred.” Lisle said.
“We’d need to find a way to combine that with the men that Lord Devon and Lord Oxford are raising.” Edmund pointed out. “Warwick controls the Midlands, or he will if he wins in his fight against Buckingham and Shrewsbury. Salisbury will no doubt be sent out to fight Northumberland in the north.”
“So, what do you suggest?” The King asked looking at him then.
“I suggest going right for London.” Edmund said.
“London?” The King replied sounding surprised.
“London.” Edmund confirmed. “York will be expecting us to try and link up with Your Grace’s allies. He will not be expecting a direct attack on London.”
“We have only five hundred men here.” Lisle protested. “We will get slaughtered if we try and go for London now.”
“Not if The King sends word to Devon and Oxford and asks them to bring their men with us on the way to London.” Edmund said.
“How many men would that give us?” The King asked.
“Roughly 2000, Sire.” Edmund said, doing the calculations in his head.
“And how many men does York have?” The King asked.
“On his own? Around six hundred, if Salisbury and Warwick do not march northwards, then he’d have around three thousand.” Edmund replied.
“And you think they will be sent northwards?” The King asked.
“Yes, York knows he needs Salisbury and Warwick strong in their power bases, if he wants to exert control over the Kingdom. He cannot afford to have Northumberland or Buckingham and Shrewsbury roaming around, free to do as they like.” Edmund said.
“But will he send them away if our support in London is as high as you say?” The King asked.
Edmund hesitated for a moment, fearing that he’d been caught in his lie. But then, he took a deep breath and replied. “York knows he can bring London to heel on his own. But he cannot control the north or the Midlands without Warwick and Salisbury.”
The King seemed satisfied with this answer, for he nodded and then said. “I want you to go and raise your men.”
“Sire?” Edmund replied surprised. He had not thought the King would send him away so soon.
“We need more men. You can raise at least five hundred men at a quick go. I want you to do that.” The King commanded.
Edmund bowed his head, recognising the sense in what the King said. “Of course, Sire.”
He was about to rise when the King spoke once more. “Another thing.”
“Sire?” Edmund replied looking at the King wondering what new thing the King would demand of him.
“When we have retaken London, your son’s marriage to Elizabeth of York shall go ahead.” The King said.
“Sire?!” Edmund protested. He did not want his son married to the daughter of a traitor and usurper.
The King held up a hand then. “She will be given all of York’s land.”
Edmund opened his mouth and then shut it. At a stroke his son would become the richest man in the land after the King. That was…. that was something.
“I…. I thank you, Sire.” Edmund said then.