Isabel began to get a little better and the weather had become much calmer. They were still at sea. Warwick had turned pirate; he had captured several Burgundian vessels and his men were reminded of the great days when he had made his name as Captain of Calais and they had believed that Warwick was invincible.

Warwick’s belief in himself may have faltered a little, but only a little, and had returned in full force. He was going to recapture all he had lost. He could do that with the help of a king and that king was the King of France. It was Warwick’s destiny to work through kings. He did not possess the necessary titles to stand on his own as ruler. He was the manipulator. He made the rules but someone else must appear to carry them out.

He had grandiose ideas as he sailed to the mouth of the Seine and reached the port of Harfleur.

Isabel’s health improved and with land in sight, Anne and her mother rejoiced. The nightmare journey was over.


The party was made welcome in France. King Edward was the enemy of Louis and Louis was Warwick’s friend. The King of France had flattered Warwick by his show of affection and the common enemies were Edward and Burgundy. Therefore there was hope for the Earl in France for his good friend Louis was ready to receive him and listen to his plans.

It was in the castle of Amboise that Anne learned how deeply she was involved in those plans.

They had arrived on a beautiful afternoon in May and the château set upon a plateau was a beautiful sight with its massive buttresses and cylindrical towers mounted by their sharp conical points.

The women were always glad when they came to a hospitable castle, for the days of travelling were exhausting to all three of them and particularly to Isabel.

It was at Amboise where the party was entertained with great ceremony by the King of France who seemed determined to make them welcome and imply that he was ready to help.

The King expressed great interest in the young ladies and particularly in Anne who gained the impression that she was the subject of conversation between her father and the King. She wondered then if they had some marriage in mind for her which was usually the case when interest was focused on young girls.

She was fifteen years of age and therefore becoming marriageable she supposed, and the prospect was one to cause her some apprehension.

In those days which now seemed so long ago, she and Richard had loved to be together. They had talked of many things; they had loved books; they were more serious than Isabel and George had been. They had never discussed marrying but Anne had on one or two occasions heard the servants mention it. They had said what a nice pair they made, how fond they were of each other and how pleasant it would be for young people who had spent their early life in each other’s company and got to know each other’s ways to be together in their later life.

She had known what they meant and somewhere at the back of her mind there had been the thought that one day she would marry Richard.

But now Richard was faraway, their circumstances had done a turnabout so that now they were on different sides and she feared that she might never see him again. She guessed that he must hate her father because Richard had always believed that his brother Edward was the most wonderful being on earth and he would naturally hate anyone who was Edward’s enemy. Oh, it was all so difficult to understand, so depressing and alarming now to consider that there might be some marriage prospect for her which did not include her childhood friend.

Soon after that her father went away and she with her mother and sister was left at Amboise, there to stay until she was sent for.

It seemed a long time that they were there. Perhaps that was because after the King and the Earl had left there was a quietness about the days, and they might have been at home at Warwick or Middleham; Isabel was still recuperating from her confinement and was often pale and listless.

Once she said to Anne: ‘We are only daughters, and the purpose of a daughter is to make a marriage which will be advantageous to her family.’

‘Did you not love George then?’

Isabel was thoughtful. ‘Yes, I love George in a way ... But you know why he married me. It was to spite his brother and because that was our father’s price for helping him to the throne. That is what George wants, you know. He has always wanted it.’

Anne knew it was true.

‘Isabel,’ she said, ‘we are very rich, or when our father dies we shall be. We both shall have a great fortune to bring to our husbands. Perhaps it would have been better if we had been the daughters of a poor man.’

‘Then we could not have had part, could we, in this battle for a throne,’ agreed Isabel.

‘Poor Isabel!’

‘If my baby had lived I should have thought it worthwhile.’‘

‘I daresay you will have more. That is what we are for is it not? To have babies ... preferably sons ... and to bring wealth to our husbands.’

‘Dear Anne, you are becoming cynical. I always thought you were meant for Richard.’

‘Yes, I thought so too.’

‘And you would have been but for this quarrel. Our father married me to one of the King’s brothers, but of course the King did not want the marriage.’

‘He has always had to do what our father wished.’

‘Even now ...’

‘Even now there is this trouble because he turned from our father to the Woodvilles. I wonder what will be the outcome of it.’

They did not speak for some time. They were both wondering about the future.

Messengers came back and forth from the castle, for the Earl kept his Countess informed of those matters over which he thought he should need her help. That was why he left it to her to break the news to Anne.

The Earl loved his daughters. He would expect them to obey him, of course, and do everything they could to forward the interests of the House of Warwick, but he wanted to make it as easy for them as possible.

He did not want his gentle daughter Anne presented with a prospect to which he believed she would need a little time to adjust herself. So he asked the Countess to give her an inkling of what was in store for her.

The Countess herself read her husband’s letter several times wondering whether she had read correctly, for what he wrote astounded her. But finally she saw the reasoning behind his actions and realised that it was exactly what she should have expected him to do. If he could not impose his will in one way he would in another. She should have been accustomed to such surprises by now.

Poor Anne, she thought. What will she think of this? But Richard was right to want her to be prepared.

She sent for her daughter.

Anne came apprehensively, certain that she was going to be made the victim of some match which would be necessary to her father’s schemes. So she was half prepared.

Her mother after kissing her tenderly bade her be seated.

‘You know your father has been away some time. He and the King have been to Angers where they have visited the Queen.’

‘The Queen. I thought ...’

‘No, no child, not the Queen of France. The Queen of England.’

‘Queen Elizabeth is in England, I thought.’

The Countess realised she was being deliberately obtuse to give herself time. She decided to come straight to the point. ‘No, my dear, I mean Queen Margaret, who has been in exile here in France for so long.’

‘My father ... visiting Margaret of Anjou! She will not receive him surely?’

‘She was reluctant to. But you know your father. He is the most persistent man in the world. Now he has succeeded in making an agreement with her and you are to marry her son, the Prince of Wales.’

Anne stared at her mother in amazement.

‘Yes,’ went on the Countess, ‘I know it is hard to believe but it is true. Your father is determined to drive Edward from the throne and put Henry back on it. My child, do you realise what this means? If he succeeds, and your father always succeeds, you will be Queen of England ... when Henry dies and his son comes to the throne.’

‘I see,’ said Anne, ‘that my father is determined to have both his daughters contenders for the throne.’

They regarded each other a little sadly. Both had been used to further Richard Neville’s greatness. He had been the son of the Earl of Salisbury but without great prospects until he married the Earl of Warwick’s daughter and through her acquired the great title of Warwick and the vast estates that went with it. The Countess had served her husband well. Now it was Anne’s turn.

‘Your father did not wish you to be hurried ... He wanted you to have time ... to get used to the idea of marriage.’

‘But I shall be married to this Prince all the same.’

‘My dear child, your father has made up his mind. The King of France agrees that it is an ideal match and at last they have persuaded Margaret of Anjou that it is the only way to regain her throne.’

‘She has surely never agreed to ally herself with my father. They have been the greatest enemies.’

‘She sees this as a way back to the throne. Oh Anne, my dear daughter, if it comes to pass, if we could go home ... if we could be happy again ...’

‘Happy. Do you think we shall be happy? First my father has to fight. Do you think Edward will stand by and calmly let him put Henry on the throne? Will Richard ... ?’

‘Your father makes and unmakes kings. Edward would never have been on the throne but for him. He will put Henry back, you will see.’