At His Command-Historical Romance Version (31 page)
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Authors: Ruth Kaufman
Amice knew Nicholas, too, wished the festivities would end so they could return to Castle Rising. Yet they enjoyed the musicians entertaining the court with merry tunes. Sharing a bench, they held hands, happy to be able to openly acknowledge their love.
A page ran into the room.
All recognized the youth as one of the pages who constantly attended King Henry. The musicians abruptly ended their song on a discordant note as the page tried to speak. His haste to deliver his message was so great only squeaky whines emanated from his mouth.
Bishop William Waynflete patted him on the shoulder. “Out with it boy, what is it?”
Puffing out his chest, he announced, “The king is recovered!”
The well-dressed crowd stared at him as if his clothes had fallen off. Amice wasn’t sure she’d heard the boy aright.
“Do you jest?” Bishop Waynflete demanded.
“No, my lord, I swear ’tis true! The king spoke, I heard him,” the boy said.
“Then what are we standing here for? Take us to the king.”
The page and Waynflete led the hasty procession to the king’s chambers. Everyone wanted to witness this auspicious moment.
Amice overheard speculation that began even before the last courtiers left the hall.
“What will happen now? York won’t be able to remain protector if the king is well….”
“You can be certain he’ll not step down willingly.”
“If York has to resign, we’ll all be in the same place we were before Henry took ill, with Margaret and the council disagreeing. What are we to do?”
The page had spoken true. Henry gazed about, appearing a bit dazed, but clearly lucid.
“Why do all of you stare so?” he asked of the awed group in a voice weak and thin.
No one knew what to say. How to tell your king he’d been senseless for seventeen months? That events had progressed without him? That he had a son? Gossip and theories would flow later, but for the moment all absorbed the impact of Henry’s recovery.
Bishop Waynflete looked behind him to see if anyone was willing to step forward and inform the king of his illness. But everyone, even the council members, looked at the pointed toes of their shoes rather than take on the awesome responsibility of passing on such news.
Waynflete squared his shoulders. “Your Grace, I lack the words to tell you what has transpired. You have been gravely ill…for a long time.”
Henry sat up straighter. “Have I? How long?”
“Nigh on eighteen months, Your Grace,” Waynflete offered.
Had Henry been healthy, he might have jumped to his feet in surprise. As it was, he would have fallen to the ground had two attentive pages not caught him and eased him back into the cushioned chair.
“That’s impossible,” Henry began. “But the expressions on your faces convince me what Waynflete says is true. What day is it?”
Waynflete licked his dry lips. “This is St. John’s Day, in the year of our Lord 1454.”
“Eighteen months…. Margaret?”
“You have a fine son, Your Grace,” the queen said with a proud smile.
Henry leaned his head against the back of the chair. “Thank the Lord, the Merciful Almighty. I’ll make offerings in honor of my son and my recovery to Canterbury and Westminster. And at the shrine of St. Edward’s. See it done, Waynflete.”
He bowed. “Aye, Your Grace. I shall return to pray with you soon, if you will.”
A servant rushed into the chamber, Prince Edward in her arms. As Margaret displayed their son to her husband, tears filled their eyes. Even the most jaded of courtiers was moved by the sight of the newly recovered king viewing his son for the first time.
Amice knew Margaret couldn’t believe the miracle before her eyes. Henry was well at last and had publicly acknowledged his son. Now they’d endeavor to regain power. There was no need for York to remain protector.
Margaret breathed a sigh of obvious relief, perhaps thinking her troubles were ending. She feared they’d begin anew.
Amice realized her joy at the king’s recovery was tinged with selfish dismay. In all likelihood, she and Nicholas would need to spend more time at court than they’d planned, for Henry would want to keep his friends close.
As the rest of the court rejoiced in Henry’s return to awareness, she took Nicholas’s hand.
“Whatever our future brings,” she said, “we’ll welcome it together. But when it comes to the king, we’re still at his command.”
Author’s Note
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At His Command-Historical Romance Version
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What really happened to Henry VI in late summer 1453? Much scholarly debate surrounds the illness that suddenly affected the king and its impact on the civil wars sparked by a feud between the houses of York and Lancaster, later known as The Wars of the Roses.
Was his condition a mental illness such as catatonic schizophrenia or a depressive stupor? Insanity? Did it stem from shock upon learning of the defeat at Castillon? Some sources maintain it was madness inherited it from his grandfather, King Charles VI of France. Henry was in such a state he didn’t even acknowledge his own long-awaited son, Prince Edward.
Whatever the ailment, Henry was incapacitated and couldn’t reign. No remedy essayed by his team of physicians worked. Queen Margaret and the council kept the king’s illness from the public for months. In 1454, Richard, Duke of York was named Protector of the Realm instead of the queen…until Henry regained his senses more than a year and a half after onset, just as suddenly as he lost them.
About the Author
Ruth Kaufman
is a Chicago on-camera and voiceover talent, and freelance writer, editor and speaker with a J.D. and a Master’s in Radio/TV.
Writing accolades include Romance Writers of America® 2011 Golden Heart® winner and runner up in
RT Book Reviews’
national American Title II contest. Her true, short story, “The Scrinch” is in the St. Martin’s Press anthology
The Spirit of Christmas
, foreword by Debbie Macomber.
She’s appeared in indie features, short films, web series and national and local TV commercials, and has voiced hundreds of explainer videos, e-learning courses, commercials and assorted characters.
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Copyright © 2015 Ruth Kaufman
Digital ISBN 978-0-9908469-2-5
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