Jacquetta had been with her a great deal since her last confinement which had been slightly less successful than usual, for the child, a little girl, was less robust than her brothers and sisters. Because of her concern for the child she had sent for Jacquetta who had come with all speed and together they concerned themselves with the welfare of the little girl who had been christened Margaret.
The child seemed to be getting stronger but Elizabeth noticed with apprehension that Jacquetta was looking tired and seemed to have lost a little of that bounding energy which had been one of her main characteristics. When she asked tentative questions about her mother’s health Jacquetta waved them aside and said that her recent confinement had made her fanciful but Elizabeth continued to be faintly uneasy. She had relied so much on Jacquetta. It was her mother who had first suggested that she plead to the King for the restoration of her estates and that had started her amazing prosperity. Sometimes she wondered if the rumours about Jacquetta’s special powers were true. Was her mother a witch? No, that was absurd. Did she have communication with supernatural powers? No. She was just a wise woman and being devoted to her family she planned all the time for their advancement.
There was one subject which Elizabeth wished to discuss with her mother and that was the Captaincy of Calais. Warwick had held that post with such flair and it was in fact his daring exploits there which had begun his startling career; but now he was dead and this most important and lucrative of posts had to be filled.
Jacquetta listened intently while Elizabeth put her plan before her. She wanted the post for her brother Anthony who had become Earl Rivers on their father’s death.
‘Anthony will do well there. I shall hint to the King ...’
Jacquetta nodded. ‘Be careful,’ she said.
‘Be careful? What do you mean?’
Jacquetta hesitated for a moment. Then she said: ‘Well, my dear, I believe the King is very much taken with the wife of a merchant.’
‘Dear Mother, he is constantly being very much taken with the wives of merchants.’
‘But this one I believe a little more so than usual.’
‘I have always found that the best way of dealing with Edward’s adventures is to ignore them.’
‘Heaven alone knows how many mistresses he has,’ said Jacquetta.
‘Then Heaven may keep the information to itself. I do not want to know. Dear Mother, I have kept my hold on the King by never reproaching him, never refusing him when he comes back to me, being an understanding wife and mother of his children. That is why he stays enamoured of his wife however many mistresses he has.’
‘I have heard that she is a woman of exceptional charms and that Hastings has aspirations with this woman but Edward claimed her first.’
‘Well, he cannot marry her.’
‘No, not even if she says, “Your mistress I cannot be and I am unfit to be your Queen.”’
‘Of which you already have one.’
‘Elizabeth, you treat this matter lightly. Perhaps you are right.’
‘Who is the woman?’
‘Her name is Jane Shore. She is said to have great physical beauty and a merry wit and to be quite unlike most merchants’ wives. She has left her goldsmith husband and settled into apartments the King has found for her.’
‘May he have good sport with her. It will put him in the right mood when I ask for Calais for Anthony.’
‘I hear that Hastings found her, boasted of her and so the King saw her.’
‘I wish Edward would not be so friendly with Hastings.’
‘Hastings is a rake of rakes, second only to the King.’
‘I know. I should like to remove Hastings. I will, one day. But the least little whisper against him and the King shuts his ears. You know I never impose my feelings on Edward ... at least not so that he will know ... so it is hard to tell him what I think of Hastings.’
‘Hastings has been a good friend to him. I daresay Edward is more friendly with him than with anyone. He is closer to his brother Richard perhaps, but in a different way. Richard is his loyal henchman. Hastings is his companion in profligacy.’
‘Undoubtedly so. I believe there would not be so many of these adventures with merchants’ wives but for Hastings. Hastings shows what a fine fellow he is with the women and Edward regards it as a challenge. How I wish I could break that friendship!’
‘There is no need to tell you to go carefully,’ said Jacquetta, ‘for you always do.’
‘Always,’ replied Elizabeth. ‘But when I make up my mind I usually get what I want in the end. Desmond thought he was very clever... but look what happened to him. I sealed his death warrant while Edward slept. He must have known it was done ... yet he said nothing and he was quite fond of Desmond. Mother, what has happened to you?’
Jacquetta was lying back in her chair, her face deathly white, her lips blue.
Elizabeth rose in horror and summoned her women to come at once.
They took Jacquetta to her bed and Elizabeth immediately sent for the doctors.
Her mother was very ill and had been so for some time, they told Elizabeth, and the manner in which they spoke alarmed the Queen. Jacquetta looked so wan now that she was lying in bed and was no longer pretending that this was just a slight indisposition. She took Elizabeth’s hand and looked at her appealingly, almost apologetically. She was thinking: Perhaps I should have told her. It would have been better to have warned her rather than give her this sudden shock.
But Jacquetta had known how unhappy that would have made her daughter and she could not bear to disturb her with impending tragedy. She had worked for Elizabeth, lived for Elizabeth as she did for all her children and her great fear now was that Elizabeth would miss her.
There was little time left, she feared. At least she had seen her daughter safely on the throne; she had seen the rest of her children make brilliant marriages and take up important posts. The most influential family in England had ceased to be the Nevilles and had become the Woodvilles. She need not have worried about Elizabeth and this Jane Shore. Elizabeth knew how to handle the King.
So Jacquetta could say: Lord now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace.
My house is in order, she thought. She died peacefully in her bed a few days later.
Elizabeth was stricken with grief. Devoted to her family as she was, she loved her mother intensely. She saw in her the wise woman, the founder of their fortunes.
And now ... she was dead.
Elizabeth remained deeply affected. Cold she might be to the world but she was devoted to her family and she had always been particularly close to her mother but only now did she realise how much she had meant to her. Edward was sympathetic. He too had been fond of Jacquetta but it was characteristic of him that he avoided unpleasantness. He preferred to forget rather than to brood.
As the weeks passed she saw less of him. Perhaps he was completely entranced by this new mistress. That might be a bad or good sign. She was not sure which. It was sometimes better for a king to have one mistress than many; yet on the other hand if he became too devoted to the woman, might not his love for his wife wane a little?
Elizabeth was determined that it should not. But she realised that with such a menace as the goldsmith’s wife she must tread more warily than before.
He was as loving as ever when he came to tell her that Louis of Bruges, Lord of Gruthuyse, who had sheltered him when he had been obliged to fly to the continent and had therefore proved himself to be such a good friend, was to visit England. Edward wanted him to be entertained with all the splendour of which the Court was capable.