him.
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Lancaster alone took responsibility for the death of Gaveston. He despised the others for their fear. He had disobeyed the laws. He had filched a fortune from the King. No― Nothing could have saved him.
‘I have no fear,’ said Lancaster. ‘The King will hate me for this but the
people will be with me. The Queen will applaud me. I promised her to rid her of this man and I have done so. Why should I fear the King? I have my private army. I am as royal as he is. If the King cannot rule this land, then must others do it for him.’
Thomas Lancaster believed he could boldly admit to the judicial killing of an outlaw and a thief and a man who had threatened the peace of the country.
‘Gaveston is dead,’ said Lancaster. ‘We will go on from there.’
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THE DESPENSERS
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YOUNG EDWARD
WHEN the King heard of Gaveston’s murder those about him thought his
grief would drive him mad. For days he shut himself into his chamber and
would see no one. His attendants heard him wailing in his misery. He found some relief in calling vengeance on Lancaster, Warwick, Hereford and Arundel who had been responsible for the death of the finest man on Earth.
No one could soothe him in those first days but later the Queen insisted on going to him.
She was large with child now and the sight of her seemed to give him some
comfort.
She feigned compassion but she felt none, only exultancy because Gaveston
was dead. She had thought often of Lancaster and the ardent look in his eyes when he had said: ‘I will rid you of this man.’
He had taken great risks, and had removed Gaveston from their lives
forever.
Edward was babbling of his talents. She pretended to listen and she let her hand rest on the child and to herself she said: We will show this man for the fool he is, when you are born, my child. You will grow up and you will be a great King and your mother will always be beside you. The people despise your father but I will give England another King such as the first Edward and the people will welcome you in place of your ignoble father.
How she despised him— his eyes red with weeping, his stupid babbling
about the virtues of Gaveston. Gaveston had no virtue. All he had was a talent for self-aggrandizement and he was not even clever enough for that, for all that he had had a few years run he had ended without his head on Blacklow Hill.
Edward said to her: ‘To kill him so. To treat him thus. Oh Isabella― I
cannot bear my life without him.’
She stroked his hair. What a fool he was! Like a girl. But he was indeed
handsome. Who would have believed that those strong golden looks― inherited from his father― should disguise such a girlish nature. A poor weak creature masquerading as a king.
He should be her puppet now. She had powerful friends. Lancaster was
undoubtedly one and when the child was born if it were a boy― She willed it to be a boy. And if not― Then she must get more and more until she had her boy.
‘What can I do without him, Isabella? You know what he meant to me?’
She said: ‘He should be given a decent burial. Why do you not have his
body taken to Kings Langley? You have constantly spoken of the happy days
you shared there with him in your boyhood.’
He seized her hands. ‘Oh, Isabella, you are good to me. You give me
courage. You give me hope.’
Inwardly she laughed. You fool. Don’t you know that I hate him more than any of them? He had earned Warwick’s enmity by sneering at him and calling him the Mad Hound of Arden. He maddened others with his serpent’s tongue.
But none was humiliated as much as you have humiliated me, and I shall remember even as those barons did.
‘Well then,’ she said. ‘let us consider his tomb and should not prayers be said for his soul? Remember,’ she added maliciously, ‘he died with all his sins upon him.’
‘Gaveston will charm the angels. He need have no fear.’
‘They may not share your tendencies, Edward,’ she said sharply. Then she
added quickly: ‘It would be well to have masses said for his soul. I am sure you see what I mean.’
‘It shall be done. Oh Isabella, it must be done quickly. Nothing― simply
nothing must be forgotten.’
“We will arrange it together,’ she said.
‘I will have Lancaster’s head for this.’
‘You must be watchful of Lancaster, Edward. He is the most powerful man
in the country.’
‘But I am the King, Isabella. Have you forgotten that?’
‘Not I. But others might. Much as you loved Gaveston, the people did not.’
‘They were fed lies.’
‘Oh they liked not his influence with you. Barons like Warwick and
Lancaster were determined he should die. He should never have come back.’
‘Oh, no, no. If he had not, he would still be alive.’
‘Now he shall rest peacefully in Kings Langley. Edward, the barons are
ready to rise against you. You will have to be careful with Lancaster.’
‘Lancaster! I will have his head.’
‘Your own cousin. He is popular with the people.’
‘I must remind you again, Isabella, that I am the King.’
‘Kings fall. Remember your grandfather Henry. There was a time when
Simon de Montfort made him a prisoner. Your great-grandfather John was in
even worse plight.’
‘I wish people would not always talk of those two. Look at my father. Men
trembled at the sight of him and the sound of his voice.’
‘Edward, you are not your father.’
He was silent. Even the mention of the old man could subdue him still.
‘Listen,’ she said. ‘Pembroke and Warenne are disgusted with Warwick,
Hereford and Arundel. Pembroke moans that he was forced to break his word
and he fears he will lose his estates to you.’
‘He should have taken more care.’
‘He should indeed. Bind Pembroke to you, Edward. Don’t you see that this
split between the barons can be your salvation? Pembroke and Lancaster are engaged in a feud which is greater than that between you and Lancaster.’
‘Nothing could be greater than that. I regard Lancaster as Perrot’s murderer.’
‘Yes, yes. But Pembroke is a powerful man. The people admire him. And
because of what has happened he will be with you― not against you. Don’t you see, this has not turned out so badly. Oh, I beg of you, do not start again on the virtues of Gaveston. We must put that behind us. Give him the best burial we can and a good chance in heaven by exhortations to the saints. Let us set up our candles and let prayers be said for his soul, but Gaveston is gone and we are here.’
Even as they were talking, messengers came hurrying to the King from
Pembroke. Lancaster, Hereford, and Warwick were marching on London. They
knew full well that the King would want to take action against them and they were taking action first.
Isabella smiled secretly. Lancaster was a bold man. This was not the time
however to depose Edward. Her child must be born first. He must have a son, a symbol, a new King before the old one was set aside.
Gloucester was without. An earnest young man and loyal to the king. He
knelt and kissed Edward’s hand.
‘Well, cousin?’ asked Edward.
‘My lord, Lancaster marches on London. He has strong support. He must not
be allowed into the city.
‘Let him come,’ retorted Edward. ‘I would have his head. I would show him