The Star of Lancaster - Plaidy Jean (читать книги онлайн полные версии txt) 📗
Of course Henry would not relinquish the crown with ease. But this was an interesting situation to go home to brood on.
He said: *I will put your proposals for the return of your
land and the truce before the King. But I hold little hope of his accepting.'
'Nor do 1/ replied Owen. 'But if he does not, we shall know how to act, eh, my good lord?'
Hotspur was silent. He said good-bye to Owen Glendower and was very thoughtful as he made his way to Northumberland.
Fuming against Hotspur, Henry arrived at Worcester. There he was joined by Harry and he learned about the difficulties of making war in Wales.
'The country is against us,' Harry explained. 'The Welsh know every hill and valley, and we don't.'
Henry, however, was not sure of this and he was determined to show the Welsh that they could not flout him; but, when others joined their voices with that of Harry and insisted that to attack in the mountains was a hazardous proposition, he had to listen.
It was at this time that a Welshman appeared at the camp, asking for an audience with the King and assuring the guards that he came in peace. They examined him to ascertain that he carried no weapons and Henry agreed to see him.
His name he said was Llywelyn ap Gruffydd. He welcomed the English, he said. His two sons were fighting with the rebels and he wanted them back. If Henry would restore his sons to him he would undertake to show him and his army the way through the mountain passes and conduct him to the Welsh camp.
Henry accepted his offer and in due course set out with Llywelyn ap Gruffydd riding between him and Harry. Under the guidance of the Welshman they penetrated far into the Welsh mountains but one morning they awoke to find that their guide was missing. Then they realized what a trick had been played on them. They were nowhere near Glendower's army; they had come several hard days' marches into difficult country where there were no provisions and now must find their way out.
Henry was furious. He was finding it difficult to feed his army and they could find nothing in this poverty-stricken land to help them. He must find his way back to a town where his men could eat and rest in comfort.
His fury was increased when he heard that Llywelyn was boasting about how he had deceived the English and the Welsh made matters worse by writing ballads about the incident.
Henry made his way back to the town of Llandovery, vowing vengeance on Llywelyn ap Gruffydd. If I can lay my hands on him he will not live long to regret. I pray God he will not keep this man from me.'
God answered his prayers for one day Llywelyn ventured into a tavern in the town and was recognized by some of Henry's soldiers as he was singing the ballad of Henry's discomfiture for the entertainment of the rest of the company.
In a short while he was standing before Henry ...
The last months had wrought a change in the King. Before the crown had been his he had been a calm man, who prided himself on his shrewd judgements. Now, with so many threats to his position and an almost overpowering responsibility beside a gnawing anxiety that there was something wrong with his health, he had become vindictive. He would spare no one in his determination to hold the crown; and he wanted to make an example of all those who were his enemies.
With savage pleasure he condemned the Welsh joker to the barbaric death of hanging, drawing and quartering and he commanded that his sons sit beside him while they witnessed the terrible sentence being carried out.
Harry was disturbed by it. The man should be punished, yes, but the sentence was too harsh. Llywelyn was a brave man and if he had worked against the English it was natural for him to do so, because they were the enemies of his country.
However he could not remonstrate while his father was in this mood; but he did marvel at the change in him and he wondered whether he was as happy with his crown as he had been without it.
After the execution they left Llandovery and made for the Cistercian Abbey of Strata Florida which contained the tombs of several Welsh Princes. The King ordered his men to sack the place.
A lesson, said Henry, to all those who oppose me.
He sent for his son and looked at him intently. Perhaps sooner than he realizes, he thought, the crown will pass to him.
No one must know of his fears of what was happening to him. He had signs of a dread disease. Could he have caught it in the Holy Land, in Famagusta perhaps, Venice, Corfu ... some hot and arid land where unheard of diseases flourished? So far he could keep his affliction secret. None could see the eruptions on his skin because by good fortune they were where they could be hidden by his clothes; and he could forget them when they did not plague him with their burning irritation. But sometimes he feared what they meant and he wondered whether it would grow worse.
He must hold the crown until Harry grew up and Harry must do that quickly. He had never thought that it would be so difficult to hold; and he could not have foreseen how determined he would be to cling to it.
'Harry,' he said, 'the news is not good. Northumberland with Hotspur are on the march against us. They are joining with the Welsh.'
*That is impossible. Hotspur fought the Welsh.'
'His brother-in-law has married Glendower's daughter. You know what this means. Northumberland and Glendower are joining forces against us.'
*On what grounds?'
*Read this,' said Henry.
It was a document which had been prepared by the Percys to present not only to the King but to all leading noblemen in the country. It was a call to arms. They wanted Henry deposed because as they set out he had:
Sworn to them at Doncaster when he returned to England that he wished nothing more than to restore his inheritance and that of his wife. Yet he had imprisoned Richard his sovereign and compelled him to resign the crown and had himself taken on the style and authority of kingship.
He had sworn that as long as Richard should live he should enjoy every royal prerogative and yet he had caused that Prince, in the castle of Pontefract, after fifteen days to die of hunger, thirst and cold and thus be murdered.
Because of Richard's death he had kept possession of the
crown which belonged to the young Earl of March, who was the next and direct heir.
He had sworn to govern according to law and had not done so. He had refused to permit the liberation of Sir Edmund de Mortimer who had been taken when fighting for him and he had looked on the Percys as traitors because they had negotiated with Glendower. Because of this we defy thee and we intend to prove it by force of arms and Almighty God.
When Harry finished reading the document he looked at his father in dismay.
'So they come against us! The Northumberlands ... and Glendower .. .*
*And the French have sent a company to harass me.*
*You may trust the French to seize every opportunity/ cried Harry.
'Never fear, my son. We shall defeat them.'
*Aye/ cried Harry. 'That we shall do.*
All the same he wished that the enemy was not Hotspur. # # #
It was a long march of two hundred and fifty miles from Northumberland to Shrewsbury—Hotspur's men were eager to fight but they were tired and hungry; and they needed rest first.
The battle would be for Shrewsbury, for if he took that town Henry could block Hotspur's passage to Wales.
Hotspur thought of young Harry for whom he had cherished a certain affection. A boy of fifteen, but one who showed promise. He hoped the boy would come to no harm this day. Would you were with me, Harry of Monmouth, he thought. You'd be a better ally than your sly father, I doubt not.
But naturally the boy would be beside his father. How could it be otherwise?