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For my gorgeous granddaughter Lyra Joanna Second of the Ashtons Conceived, gestated and delivered Along the same timeline as First of the Tudors
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Family Tree
Maps
Part One: Brothers to the King
Chapter 1: Jasper
Chapter 2: Jane
Chapter 3: Jasper
Chapter 4: Jasper
Chapter 5: Jasper
Part Two : The Tudor Earls
Chapter 6: Jane
Chapter 7: Jasper
Chapter 8: Jasper
Chapter 9: Jasper
Chapter 10: Jasper
Chapter 11: Jasper
Chapter 12: Jane
Chapter 13: Jane
Chapter 14: Jane
Chapter 15: Jasper
Chapter 16: Jane
Chapter 17: Jane
Chapter 18: Jasper
Chapter 19: Jane
Chapter 20: Jasper
Chapter 21: Jane
Chapter 22: Jane
Part Three: Hostilities
Chapter 23: Jasper
Chapter 24: Jasper
Chapter 25: Jasper
Chapter 26: Jane
Chapter 27: Jasper
Chapter 28: Jane
Chapter 29: Jasper
Part Four: Two Crowned Kings
Chapter 30: Jane
Chapter 31: Jane
Chapter 32: Jasper
Chapter 33: Jasper
Chapter 34: Jane
Chapter 35: Jane
Chapter 36: Jane
Chapter 37: Jasper
Chapter 38: Jasper
Chapter 39: Jasper
Part Five: The Return
Chapter 40: Jane
Chapter 41: Jasper
Chapter 42: Jasper
Chapter 43: Jasper
Chapter 44: Jane
Chapter 45: Jasper
Chapter 46: Jane
Chapter 47: Jasper
Glossary
Welsh Words and Names
Author’s Notes
Acknowledgements
Keep Reading Tudor Trilogy
About the Author
Also by Joanna Hickson
About the Publisher
PART ONE
Brothers to the King
1451–1453
Westminster Palace & London
FLASHES OF IRIDESCENCE GLEAMED like fireflies in the gloom of the small tower chamber. I stared at the river of fabric as it settled in graceful waves across the bed. It was the intense blue of a noon sky, yet it glittered with the gold of midnight stars. ‘Do you think she will like it?’ Edmund asked.
I took a deep breath, hesitating to prick my brother’s bubble. ‘Yes – and no,’ I said.
‘What do you mean?’ Indignation raised the timbre of his voice. ‘Jesu Jas, a gown fashioned of such fabric would make any female feel like a queen!’
My hackles rose. I hated Edmund calling me Jas and had told him so on numerous occasions, yet still he persisted. It was a boyhood nickname and we were no longer boys but squires in the service of the king, soon to become knights. My name was Jasper. I had stopped calling him Ed on the day we came to court.
‘But she is not a queen and there are sumptuary laws. Our sister could be royally fined for wearing a gown made from such fabric. You know its use is restricted to royalty, archbishops and the effigies of saints.’
I touched the cloth, admiring its shimmer as the slight movement stirred it into life; it was soft and sinuous under my fingers. I imagined the deft fingers that had wound the fine gold wire around the warp fibres with infinite skill and patience. Edmund was right; wearing it would make anyone feel illustrious. Cloth of gold! Just how had Edmund come up with the huge price it commanded?
Edmund drew himself up to his six-foot height. ‘The daughter of a queen may wear what she likes. They would not dare to fine her.’
Exasperated, I flicked the fabric so that it rippled, like a sudden flurry on a calm lake. ‘Your head is in the clouds, brother. Come back to earth. Our sister lives in Tun Lane, London. Nobody knows what we know. In her world she is not Margaret, just Meg, and she is about to marry the man of her choice who is not a prince but a lawyer. She will be a wife and, God willing, a mother. She is happy, with a warm home and enough money for her needs. Whatever you dream for your own future, do not wish it on her.’
Irritably Edmund twitched the length of fabric into his arms, gathering it in like a shield against reality. ‘I know what she is – what she has chosen to remain – but she is still the daughter of a queen, the granddaughter of a king, and I will give her the honour of royal raiment, even if she never wears it.’
I shrugged. ‘So be it but you have wasted your money. And do not dare to reveal her true birth by so much as a whisper at the wedding or you will win Mette’s enduring wrath – and mine too for that matter.’
My brother paused in his careful folding of the cloth-of-gold. ‘Mette – is she still alive then?’
Unlike me, Edmund no longer went to The House of the Vine in Tun Lane where our sister had lived since the death of our royal mother fourteen years ago. In recent years he had acquired what I considered an exaggerated sense of rank and the refuse-strewn back streets of London offended him.
‘Of course she is alive. You know she is. She always asks after you, as does our sister.’ Mette was Meg’s foster mother, the faithful servant into whose care our own mother had entrusted her little daughter on her deathbed, hoping she might enjoy the happy childhood she herself had not known. Our mother was one of many children of the sixth King Charles of France and the ravages of the king’s madness had had consequences for them all in the fierce struggle for power that resulted. Now Meg was to marry her foster brother William, who had recently qualified as a lawyer at the Middle Temple. A spring wedding at St Mildred’s church.
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