We rode back into Pembroke on the last day of March and my second daughter Sian, as we called her after her mother, arrived two days later. Proudly I arranged a special churching ceremony and Mass at St Mary’s and a subsequent feast, which was held in the Great Hall of the castle. In the presence of the entire household Jane was feted and praised, even in a poem by Lewys Glyn Cothi, and I sat at her side taking pleasure in her delight at being granted public recognition as the mother of my children. But only two weeks later, a letter came from Margaret that I was reluctant to show to Jane.

To Jasper, Earl of Pembroke from Margaret, Countess of Richmond, greetings.

I write to congratulate you on the birth of your second daughter, who Jane Hywel tells me has been baptized Sian. Jane intimated that had I still been living in the vicinity of Pembroke, she would have begged the honour of my standing at the font as the little girl’s godmother. But I wonder why you did not tell me yourself of your daughters’ existence and of your relationship with Jane Hywel? Could it be because you feared my disapproval? As you know, as nurse to my son I have always held Jane in high regard but had I still been at Pembroke I would certainly have advised you to seek the sanctity of marriage with someone of your own status. However, I find it difficult to deny the joy of children to anyone, and send a gift of silver cups for both your daughters, and my hopes for their future welfare. I am happy that Henry is not alone at this young age but shares his nursery with other children, whether true or baseborn. Jane tells me Henry has been using the wax tablet and stylus I sent. I am also content with the arrangement you have made for Henry to begin lessons with the monks at the Priory of St Mary and receive religious instruction.

During the coming summer, if the kingdom remains peaceful, Sir Henry and I intend to tour our estates in Somerset and the southwest and I would greatly appreciate a meeting with you and Henry at Caldicot or somewhere convenient during that time. I feel the separation from my son acutely, especially since it seems it is unlikely I will conceive again. It is a special child you have in your care, my lord Jasper.

I am, as ever, your friend and sister,

Margaret, Countess of Richmond.

Written at Colleyweston this twenty-fifth day of April 1460, the Feast of St Mark the Evangelist.