When Richard finally learned of Henry of Richmond’s landing in South Wales, he was almost relieved: the long wait was over. Richard was well represented in Wales, thus he had no doubt the Tudor upstart would never make it across the Marches into England. Nevertheless, he sent out messages to all awaiting his command to array, and then he went hunting.

“I have done what needs doing to prepare,” Richard announced to his household. “It is the feast of the Assumption, and thus after honoring the Virgin, let us enjoy some sport at Bestwood while we wait further news, rather than wearing out the tiles here with our pacing. I warrant a brave stag will show more courage than Henry Tudor.”

His retainers gave a cheer—albeit half-hearted.

“It is not your lucky day, Lord Strange.” Richard’s voice dripped with sarcasm as he kept the young man on his knees. “It would seem your father has been taken ill of the sweating sickness. How curious that this new ailment seems to have arrived along with the invaders. Now, how do you suppose he contracted it?” Richard had been disgusted at Stanley’s lame excuse for why he was not already on his way to Leicester with his force. How stupid did Stanley think his king was?

“I would have gladly let you join your father, had he obeyed my command and sent me a force. Now, I am obliged to retain you further. This time I will have no doubt about my condition for his presence at Leicester. If he does not join my army, you will be sacrificed.”

George Strange assumed a stoic expression, but he gave a nod of understanding. “My father will not betray you, your grace, not while I am here.”

“For your sake, I hope you are right,” Richard said, and left the room. He had no doubt that Stanley—and his brother, William, who had apparently not stopped the invaders on their way through his territory in Wales—would play a waiting game. He had no tolerance left for anyone who bore the Stanley name.

Lord Strange attempted to escape that night and having been thwarted, the unfortunate heir to the vast Stanley estates found himself under heavy guard.

Richard’s army began the move to Leicester, where he had ordered his commanders to meet him to do battle with Richmond and his followers. Although men joined his ranks, it would seem that England was tired of war and weary of watching the crown move from Lancaster to York and back again, because by the time he reached Leicester, Richard had far fewer troops than had fought for Edward at Barnet.