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Chapters (49)
  1. THIS SON OF YORK
  2. About the Author
  3. Books by Anne Easter Smith
  4. Copyright
  5. Dedication
  6. Genealogy Chart
  7. Dramatis Personae
  8. Prologue
  9. PART ONE
  10. Chapter 1
  11. Chapter 2
  12. Chapter 3
  13. Chapter 4
  14. Chapter 5
  15. Chapter 6
  16. Chapter 7
  17. PART TWO
  18. Chapter 8
  19. Chapter 9
  20. Chapter 10
  21. Chapter 11
  22. Chapter 12
  23. Chapter 13
  24. Chapter 14
  25. PART THREE
  26. Chapter 15
  27. Chapter 16
  28. Chapter 17
  29. PART FOUR
  30. Chapter 18
  31. Chapter 19
  32. Chapter 20
  33. Chapter 21
  34. Chapter 22
  35. PART FIVE
  36. Chapter 23
  37. Chapter 24
  38. Chapter 25
  39. Chapter 26
  40. Chapter 27
  41. PART SIX
  42. Chapter 28
  43. Chapter 29
  44. Chapter 30
  45. Chapter 31
  46. Epilogue
  47. Author’s Note
  48. Acknowledgments
  49. Partial Bibliography

“Edmund says our father is summoning more men to support his petition for the king to recognize his rank as royal duke and to acknowledge his loyalty,” she explained to her younger brothers. “He says Father does not want to fight, but he has to protect his rightful claim to the throne. ’Tis complicated, in truth.”

Dickon was staring out at the Welsh hills and idly fingering a tiny dagger at his waist given to him by Ned. He did not understand all this talk of petitions and rightful claims; he just wanted this wonderful time with his family to go on forever. He had told his mother all about Traveller, whom he sorely missed. He had not noticed her secret smile when he owned up to trying to smuggle him out of Fotheringhay; she delighted in his boyish attempt at guile and his honesty in owning it. Dickon had not, however, revealed George’s betrayal, which lay buried and festering somewhere inside.

“So, he did not tell you that George informed on him?” York asked Cecily later when she regaled her husband with the story. “Aye, Roger Ree told me the whole tale. Not betraying George—that’s the part I will remember, Cis, not the act of rebellion. Our son learns quickly, and he learns well. He has promise.”

The tension in the castle was mounting daily as messengers cantered in from the town and out again with alarming regularity. The children were forbidden to leave the castle’s inner yard, the women were discouraged from riding out to hawk, and lookouts were stationed night and day on the ramparts. Cartloads of armor and armaments trundled over the Teme and up the cobbled streets of Ludlow Town along with mounted soldiers and yeomen on foot carrying pikes, halberds and makeshift weapons. That York was mustering a force must surely have reached the king, who was heard to be advancing from Coventry, with his queen’s army north at Chester.

When George was not tied to the schoolroom with Dickon, he escaped to join his older brothers at the butts, supervising the forging of their new suits of armor, or exercising their horses in the yard.