Great Britain -- History -- House of York, 1461-1485 -- Fiction
In these days of strain and striving Sir Aymer de Lacy had few hours of
leisure. He who was of the Third Richard's household must needs keep
pace with a master in whose slender body was concentrated the energy of
many men, and who in times of war never rested nor grew tired.
The Darby episode had been whispered through the Court; and speculation
was rife as to the truth of the accusation. Nor was it set at rest
when he overtook the array without the flat-nosed Simon Gorges among
his retainers. The King, however, seemed to treat him as though the
matter were ended; and the courtiers, noting it, were quick to trim to
the royal wind.
Yet on the very night of Darby's arrival, had Richard held council with
De Lacy, and secret instruction had gone forth to keep him under
constant surveillance and on no account whatever to permit him to
separate from the army.
"It is suspicious, this course of his," the King said; "but for the
present, it will profit nothing to tax him with it. Let him think
himself trusted; and perchance the doings of the next few weeks may
disclose something that will clear our path of doubt and show the
truth. If not, then shall this Gorges be brought before Sir John de
Bury and in our presence, though we ride to Pontefract for the purpose.
Meanwhile, do you avoid his lordship, and permit no brawling between
his retainers and your own. Ratcliffe shall caution him, also, and
most peremptorily in this particular. Later, if he be acquittanced of
the crime, you may settle the quarrel as you see fit."
And while there had been sore provocations on both sides, for each went
as near the line of open rupture as he dared, yet when Salisbury was
reached, the command had not been disregarded; though it was very
evident to the Household, and perchance to Richard, too--for he missed
little that went on about him--that at the first skirmish with the
rebels, a certain private feud would be worked out to a conclusion
wherein but one of the participants would be left to couch lance for
the King.
On this Sunday morning, De Lacy was crossing the courtyard of the Blue
Boar Inn when he was attracted by a shouting and evident excitement
toward the North gate of the town, and which grew rapidly nearer. Then
up the street, at a quick trot, came a clump of spears followed by a
mass of soldiers, camp followers and citizens on a run. All were
brought up sharply by the guards, stationed a hundred yards or so
beyond the royal lodgings; but after a short parley, the horsemen were
permitted to pass. The device on the banneret was new to Aymer, and,
knowing it belonged to none of those now with the army, and curious as
to what could have attracted the rabble, he waited.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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