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Chapter 20: Buckingham
August, 1454
August, 1454
Paris was grand, bigger and somewhat cleaner than London, it still held all the old allure that Humphrey had come to associate with it when he had been a young man. Though now as an old man, Humphrey was able and willing to see the blind spots he had ignored before. There were children running around naked, there were whores on almost every street. There were things within the city that would not be tolerated in London. It seemed King Charles ran a loose city, but perhaps that could be to their advantage.
After all, the reality was clear, with the loss of Gascony, any hope that they had had for restoring King Henry’s claim to France had gone. Now they could only play as somewhat equals, but also as hopefuls. They needed France to want peace with them. Which was why Humphrey had been sent, he presumed. He knew how to be diplomatic when he wanted to be. And being a cousin to the King gave him a footing that others may not have had.
He stood up when the door opened. He bowed his head at the figure who walked in. “Your Grace.” Humphrey said.
“Lord Buckingham, please sit down.” Charles, King of France said.
Humphrey sat back down and looked at the King of France. Charles looked frail, his skin was stuck to his body, his eyes looked hollow. He did not look like that defiant conqueror who had entered Paris all those years ago. He looked more like a ghost.
“How have you found your stay in Paris so far?” the King asked.
Humphrey smiled. “Good, it has been a good stay.”
The King smiled. “Good, I am happy to hear that.” A pause and then. “Now, let us get down to discussing why you are here. Gascony has gone, we hold it firmly. Calais remains in your possession and as such, is English.”
“Sire?” Humphrey asked, wondering if he had heard that correctly.
The King laughed. “Oh do not look so concerned, Lord Buckingham. I do not want to play a ruse on you, or your King. I recognise the situation. Calais is highly defended and is impregnable. I do not want to shed more French blood trying to take it. You can keep it.”
Humphrey nodded, that was good, but he also knew that there would be something added onto this. “And what would Your Grace like in return?”
The King smiled, but this time he looked like a fox that had broken into the farm. “Trade to resume between our two Kingdoms. Tariff rate set at 6% not the current twenty and for King Henry to promise not to get involved in a war against France for the next twenty years.”
Humphrey took a breath. The resumption of trade was good, the Duke of York had said he wanted that to be achieved, but the reduction of tariffs to such a low amount was something that might not go over well. But then, he could always argue it would benefit both Kingdoms, after all they were so close to one another, ensuring there was more profit to be made would be a good thing. York would be able to see that surely? The clause not to get involved in a war against France reeked of a triumphalist power, which Humphrey had to admit made sense. France had kicked them out of Gascony after all.
He took a breath and then said. “Six percent for the tariffs and resumption of trade is too low, Sire. King Henry is willing to offer the reduction of tariffs to ten percent.”
“Done.” King Charles said, which surprised Humphrey and immediately made him wonder if the King had some other motive he was hiding.
“As to the war clause, King Henry has proposed that both Kingdoms agree not to go to war with one another for twenty years. Be that solely against one another or in alliance with others.” Humphrey said.
The King of France laughed again. “So, my nephew has learned something then.”
Humphrey said nothing, though internally he bristled at the King’s implication. King Henry was a good man, a kind man, and a far better King than Charles could ever hope to be. A moment passed, and then another, and then the King said. “Very well, I shall agree to those terms.”
Relieved, Humphrey smiled. “That is good to know, Sire.”
“I shall have my chief lawyers draw up the agreement and then we shall both sign them. I trust you have been entrusted with that power.” The King said.
“I have, Sire.” Humphrey replied.
“Good.” The King said. A pause and then. “Now, answer me honestly, how is my nephew doing? I have heard a great many things from sources near and wide.”
Humphrey hesitated here, lying to a King was a crime against God, but telling the King of France that his nephew was currently lying comatose in Westminster was a betrayal, one that Humphrey would never recover from. He took a breath then said. “He is well, Sire, and sends his regards. He regrets not being able to come himself, but matters within England have kept him.”
King Charles smiled again and this time there was no malice within the smile. “Very well, when you see him next, give him my regards also.”
“I will, Sire.” Humphrey replied.
King Charles rose then, prompting Humphrey to stand. He nodded to Humphrey then walked out. Humphrey remained standing for a moment longer and then took a deep breath and sat down. He rubbed at his eyes and knew then that he would need to draft a full and concise letter to York explaining what had happened and why. He would also need to be prepared for either York or Somerset’s wrath upon his return.
Humphrey looked up to the ceiling and mouthed a silent prayer to the Almighty, asking that the King return to sanity before too long. If he didn’t, Humphrey feared what would happen to his beautiful England.