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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

“Hush, Richard,” Edward admonished him. “Give the man a chance to speak.” Clearly rattled, he encouraged the guard. “Go on, sir, tell me what happened. Leave nothing out.”

Responding to Edward’s tone, the man took a breath and continued. “He knew summat was up because the good Father came in with us. He would not drink the poisoned wine and threw the cup at us. He began a-blubbering and went on his knees begging Father Lessey to save him. The duke was making so much noise, we had to drag him to the barrel and….” he raised his hands and shrugged. When everyone gasped in shock, the man became defensive. “Well, we couldn’t think of nothing else, with the priest there an’ all. We did carry out your orders, Your Grace. You’d said ‘no blood, let him drown in his beloved wine.’ It seemed the only way.”

Sweet Jesu! I wished him an unkind death, Richard thought mortified. Am I to feel yet more guilt, Lord? Should he have begged Edward to forgive his brother? He had considered it, but had done nothing. Aye, the Almighty had seen right into his heart then—even to the blackest part—and Richard knew he would pay.

Will Hastings stepped forward holding a bag of coins, and with a dagger at the lead assassin’s throat, he threatened. “Go! Both of you, and say nothing of this or I will kill you myself. Understand? I know where to find you.” Nodding vigorously, the men fell over themselves to exit.

“Did you order this as they accused, Edward?” Richard demanded.

Elizabeth sprang to Edwards’ defense. “’Twas meant in jest, Richard. But in the end it was what he deserved. Even you believe that.”

Do I? Dear God, do I? Aye, I do, Richard had to admit to himself.

Richard did not grieve for George, but once he was safely in Anne’s comforting arms, they both mourned the two orphans George and her sister had left behind. Little Ned, sensing his parents’ melancholy, climbed between them as they lay on cushions by the fire and gave them both kisses.

The nursemaid came to find her charge and carry him off to bed, but Anne waved her away. “We will keep him with us, tonight, Matty. He will be quite safe.”