Jane talked to him a great deal about the Queen. She was rather sad about her; Hastings believed her conscience worried her. Had she wronged the Queen by taking her husband from her? Hastings laughed at that. Edward had had many mistresses and the fact that Jane had been his favourite had not harmed the Queen in any way.

The King was in the Palace of the Tower and no one whom he wished to see was prevented from seeing him – except his mother and his brother and sisters who were in Sanctuary. No one prevented them but what would have happened to them if they had emerged was uncertain.

He was delighted to see Hastings, knowing him as his father’s best friend. He did know that his mother did not like Hastings but he had a vague idea that it was due to the fact that they went out a great deal together drinking and carousing with women. It was understandable. But all the same Edward could not help being attracted by Hastings.

Hastings had a similar charm to that of the late King. He was good-looking, easy to talk to and made a young King who was not very sure of himself feel absolutely comfortable in his presence. He was very different from his Uncle Gloucester who was so serious always and made him feel at a disadvantage. Mistress Jane Shore visited him too. No one stopped her and he had always liked Jane. She was always so merry and at the same time she seemed to understand that he grew tired quickly and that when his gums bled and his teeth hurt he was a little irritable.

Jane would say: ‘Oh it’s those old gums again is it. Not really our King who scowls at me?’

She understood that he didn’t want to be miserable but he couldn’t help it; and that made him feel a great deal better.

‘I wish I could see my mother,’ he said. ‘I wish she would come here. Why does she have to hide herself away?’

‘I could go and see her in the Sanctuary and tell her you want to see her.’

‘Would you, Jane?’

‘But of course. There is nothing to stop my visiting her.’

‘I am the King. I should be the one to say who goes where.’

‘You will in time.’

‘Anyone would think my uncle Richard was the King. I wish my brother Richard would come here. We could play together and I wouldn’t be so lonely.’

‘I will go to Sanctuary and tell them what you say,’ Jane promised him.

Later she talked to Hastings about the sadness of the little King. ‘Poor child, for he is nothing more, to be there in the Tower with all that ceremony! I don’t think he enjoys his kingship very much. He would rather be with his family. I know you don’t like the Woodvilles, William, but they are devoted to each other.’

Hastings was thoughtful. He did not like the Woodvilles. They had always been his enemies and particularly so since Edward had bestowed the Captaincy of Calais upon him. If they could have done so they would have destroyed him. He had supported Gloucester because he was so strongly against the Woodvilles, and he had thought he would be Gloucester‘s right-hand man as he had been Edward’s. But Buckingham had arrived – Buckingham who had never done anything before this day. And now here he was firmly beside the Protector so that everyone else was relegated to the background.

Hastings was turning more and more against Gloucester with every day. Perhaps Jane had something to do with this. She liked the Woodvilles; she had this ridiculous notion that she owed something to the Queen because she had taken her husband. The Woodvilles were powerful even though Rivers and Richard Grey were in prison, Dorset in exile and the Queen and her family in Sanctuary.

Then it began to dawn on Hastings – with a little prompting from Jane – that as by siding with Gloucester against them he had promoted Gloucester, so perhaps he could relegate Gloucester to a secondary place by supporting the Woodvilles. His visits to the young King showed him clearly where the boy’s sympathies lay. The King wanted to be with his family; he trusted his family; he had been brought up by Woodvilles to believe in their greatness and goodness and he had learned his lessons well. Any who wanted to be friends with the King would have to be friends with the Woodvilles.

This last decided Hastings. He had finished with Gloucester who had taken Buckingham so strongly to his side so that there was room for no one else, although but for him the King would have been crowned before Gloucester even knew of his brother’s death. Very well, he would turn to the Woodvilles. He would feel his way with them and the first thing would be to let the Queen know of his change of heart.

‘If I went to the Sanctuary it would be noticed at once,’ said Hastings. ‘Gloucester would hear of it and I should be under arrest in no time.’

‘I have promised the King that I will visit his mother,’ said Jane. ‘Why should I not take some communication from you?’

So it was arranged, and Jane Shore paid frequent visits to the Sanctuary.

Elizabeth was delighted to see her, to have news of the King, and to receive the information that Hastings was turning away from Gloucester and was ready to side with her and her family filled her with hope.


William Catesby was talking earnestly to the Duke of Gloucester. Richard trusted Catesby; there was a sincerity about the man which he had noticed from the first; he was well versed in the law and could offer useful advice on that subject. It was men such as Catesby and Ratcliffe that Richard liked to gather about him.

He was uneasy about Hastings. The fact that Hastings had taken Jane Shore as his mistress seemed somewhat shocking to Richard. Although he had always been dismayed by his brother’s way of life and thought that side of his nature to be a flaw in the idol, he had accepted it with Edward; he could not quite do so with Hastings. He himself had lived a comparatively virtuous life – he had been faithful since his marriage and it was only before that that he had had a mistress and two illegitimate children.

He knew that he had to make allowances but Hastings had been licentious and revelled in that state; he had, the Queen had always said, led the late King into wild sexual adventures. And now that he was with Jane Shore who had already passed through Dorset’s hands, Richard felt quite disgusted.

This had made him turn away from Hastings. He did not really want the man in his councils. He liked him personally. Hastings was a man who knew how to charm; he was influential but he had to be treated with care.

Now here was Catesby with a disturbing story.

Catesby had worked close to Hastings. It was Hastings who had been a kind of patron to him, who had helped him in his career; he had advanced him considerably in the counties of Northampton and Leicestershire and Hastings it was who had first brought him to Richard’s notice.

Richard had liked him immediately and given him a place in his councils. Now it was very disturbing that Catesby should be talking in this way to him of Hastings.

Hastings trusted Catesby. Hastings was a little like the late King in the way he accepted what he wanted to, and looked the other way if something displeased him.

Hastings should not be so trusting.

Catesby was saying that he could not believe this was really true, but he feared it was. Hastings was in communication with the Queen.

‘How so?’ asked Richard.

‘By way of Jane Shore. She visits the Queen in Sanctuary. I have watched her. I have paid people in the Sanctuary to listen to what is said between the Queen and Mistress Shore.’

‘And Hastings?’

‘My lord, he is ready to betray you, to take sides with the Woodvilles, to get the Queen out of Sanctuary and rouse the people to the side of the King. The King thinks his mother and uncle can do no wrong.’

‘I know that well,’ said Richard. ‘He has made that obvious to me.’

‘Hastings has hinted to me what is in his mind,’ said Catesby. ‘He trusts me. He looks on me as his man. My lord, I owe my allegiance to you ... not to Hastings. Thus I have undertaken the painful task of telling you what is in his mind and what I have discovered about him.’

‘It is a grievous shock to me,’ said Richard. ‘I trusted Hastings. He was my brother’s best friend.’

‘My lord you should trust him no more.’

‘Rest assured I shall not, and when I have discovered that there is indeed a plot I shall know how to act.’

Catesby said: ‘Then I have done my duty.’

‘I thank you. This shall be dealt with. And in the meantime watch for me. Let me know if there is anything more passing between them. Find out all you can of how Hastings conducts himself.’

Catesby swore that he would.

After he had left Buckingham called on Richard and was told what Catesby had revealed. Buckingham listened intently.

‘Hastings was always a fool,’ he said. ‘There is only one way to deal with traitors even if they are fools.’

‘So thought I,’ said Richard. ‘But there is more to discover yet. Buckingham, there is something else of great moment that I would say to you. Stillington has been to me with a strange revelation. He says that my brother was not indeed married to Elizabeth Woodville.’

‘Can this really be so?’

‘So says he. He married my brother to Lady Eleanor Butler,’

‘By God! Old Shrewsbury’s daughter. Eleanor was my cousin – my sister’s daughter. She would have been more suitable to be Queen of England than the Woodville woman.’

‘Yes, you are right. Eleanor Butler went into a convent and died there, but several years after my brother’s so called marriage with Elizabeth Woodville.’