It was hardly likely that there would be time to give any consideration to the marriage of the King’s sister just yet. So there would be some respite.

And soon Edward would be here. Margaret smiled, wondering how her mother would act with the King. She would hardly expect him to kneel to her, as they all had to do.

Dear mother, so ambitious for them all ... and for herself!

The time had come. The King was arriving. Richard hurried out to meet the party. If he were quick enough he would avoid his mother who would want to insist on some sort of ceremony.

To see him again, this wonderful brother who had dominated his life! It had been hard to be sent to Middleham and to be so far from him and to hear of what he was doing from other people. He would have been really unhappy at Middleham if it had not been for the kindly Countess and her daughters, particularly Anne. There had been a very special friendship between them. They were of a kind – both a little shy of the world, unable to mingle freely with people and express themselves easily. But when they were together that was different. Oh yes, he had been very grateful to Anne and she to him, he believed.

His had been a childhood of uncertainty. He had been born just at that time when civil war between the houses of York and Lancaster was brewing. He had heard talk of the red and white roses and he knew that the white roses were worn by the good people and the red by the bad.

He remembered very well the terror of Ludlow when his father had had to fly because the Lancastrians were at the gates of the castle. He remembered his proud mother holding him close to her on one side with George on the other while the soldiers burst into the castle. There was death in the air then and young as he was he sensed it. But his mother was proud and noble and he had believed after that invincible; for when they burst into the room and she stood there with her sons held close to her and spoke to the soldiers in those commanding tones of hers, they hesitated. He noticed that there was blood on their swords ... and he saw it too on the men’s jerkins. But they did not harm them. Instead they were taken away and put in the charge of his aunt the Duchess of Buckingham, who strangely enough was not on the same side as they were.

Then of course there was the battle of Northampton and they were free again; they were brought to London and lodged in John Paston’s house. It must have been less than six months that they were there but Richard remembered vividly the terrible dark day when news came that a battle had been fought in Wakefield and during it his father had been killed.

His mother’s grief had been terrible. She vowed vengeance on their enemies. Richard was not told that his father’s head had been stuck on the walls of York with a paper crown on it, but he heard it whispered by the attendants and servants and he was very good at picking up whispers.

But their mother recovered a little after the second battle of St Albans which oddly enough was won by the bad Lancastrians, but Warwick – the great Earl who had decided how he should be brought up at Middleham – marched to London, took it and proclaimed Edward King.

Then their fortunes had indeed changed. Richard would never forget the coronation – a grand occasion when a nine-year-old boy – which was what he was then – was so honoured by his mighty brother that he was made the Duke of Gloucester. George had become Duke of Clarence at the same time.

‘Now you are Dukes,’ said their mother, ‘and that means you have a great responsibility to yourselves and the family and most of all to your brother. Never forget that your brother is the King and you must serve him with your lives if necessary.’

Richard wanted to say that he would have been ready to serve Edward with his life even without a dukedom, but he did not. One was careful what one said to Dame Cecily.

And then to Middleham Castle to learn to be a great fighter so that he would be ready if there was need to defend the crown. To spend long hours carrying arms which were too heavy for him and made his shoulders hurt and then to creep into the castle and lie down on his bed to rest making sure that none – except Anne – knew that he needed to rest.

Now the King had come. How magnificent he was – even taller than Richard remembered him. His mother was there first. She was about to kneel, for as she insisted on deference to her she was ready to pay it where she considered it due. But Edward would have none of that. He seized her in his arms and kissed her on both cheeks.

‘My lord ... my lord ...’ she murmured in protest.

But all those watching loved him for his easy manners.

Cecily was pale pink with pleasure at the sight of him. He looked more handsome every time she saw him after an absence. Oh she was proud of him. They all were.

‘Margaret, sister ...’

He embraced her and then his eyes were on his brothers and Richard noticed with a thrill of delight that they rested on him.

‘Richard ... George ...’

Richard’s eyes were full of devotion which was not lost on Edward. George’s were a little clouded. Edward understood that there was a streak of envy there. He made a mental note. He might have to watch George.

‘Richard ... how are you, boy?’ He had his hand on his shoulder. Richard felt uneasy. Was it noticeable then? It clearly was when he was without his cloak.

‘Growing up,’ said Edward. ‘By God, you are almost men.’

And when he went into the palace he kept his hand on Richard’s shoulder.

Cecily was longing to talk alone with her son. She wanted to know how far the negotiations for the marriage had gone. She would need to know well in advance of the ceremony. There would be a great deal to plan and she intended to have a very firm hand in that planning.

She noticed his profligate friends in attendance, Hastings among them. There was one other she saw. She had a vague idea that it was Lord Rivers, the man whom Edward was favouring, so she had heard. She had her friends everywhere who brought her news of Edward. This friendship with Rivers and his son Scales was most strange. It was not long ago that they had been fighting the House of York. They had been staunch Lancastrians. Why, he’ll be making a friend of Margaret of Anjou next, she thought. It was rather foolish with Henry of Lancaster, the man whom some people believed was the real king, wandering about somewhere in hiding in the North. How could Edward know that Rivers and his son were not traitors?

She would have a word with him about that.

She sought the first opportunity. She went to his bedchamber and imperiously dismissed those who were in attendance.

‘Edward, we must talk alone.’

‘Indeed we must,’ said Edward, who had no wish to listen to her probing questions but would not have dreamed of telling her so.

‘I am a bit uneasy.’

‘Dear Mother, when have you not been?’

‘The times are not so easy that we can allow ourselves to shut our eyes to danger.’

‘As usual you speak with wisdom.’

‘What of these men ... this Rivers and this Scales?’

‘Good men, both of them.’

‘Good men, who fought for the red rose!’

Edward put his hands on her shoulders and smiled down at her. His towering height gave him the advantage he felt he needed when dealing with his strong-minded mother.

‘They are good men, my lady. I like them. I trust them.’

‘Why should you do that? How long is it since they were our enemies?’

‘They supported Henry because they had taken vows to do so. Henry was anointed and crowned King. They realise now that he is unfit to rule so they have given their allegiance to me.’

‘I would not trust them.’

‘You do not have to,’ said Edward with dignity. ‘As long as I do that is all that is necessary.’

This was a new Edward, smiling affectionately as he spoke but with a firmness in his voice.

Cecily decided to drop the subject and turn to that of his marriage.

‘Warwick is on excellent terms with the French King, I hear.’

‘Warwick has told you that?’

‘My dear Edward, Warwick does not talk to me. But I hear these things. I know that arrangements are very far advanced for the wedding.’

‘Wedding? What wedding?’

She stared at him in astonishment. ‘Whose wedding would be of such importance ... but yours.’

‘Oh, mine ...’ said Edward with an attempt at vagueness.

‘The sister of the King of France. That is fair enough. I believe Bona of Savoy is an attractive woman.’

‘That may be,’ said Edward.

‘After the wedding it will be necessary for you to be more discreet. No one expects a man such as you to be faithful ... but all this open adultery will have to stop.’

Edward remained silent. She did not notice that his expression had hardened.

She went on: ‘The people laugh at your adventures. They like to think of you as the charming libertine. “Our wives are not safe,” say the merchants, “when the King passes by.” And they say it with a laugh, glad I suppose that you consider these women worth seducing. But it will have to change.’

‘It will change,’ he said. Then suddenly he said: ‘My lady, I am of a mind to choose my own bride. Why should Warwick decide for me?’

‘Warwick is negotiating as he knows so well how to. We can be sure that he will get the best possible terms from Louis.’

‘I shall not marry Bona of Savoy,’ said Edward.

‘What! After it has gone so far? Is there someone else Warwick considers will bring more good to the country?’