Chapters (55)
- Cover
- About the Book
- About the Author
- Kingmaker: Winter Pilgrims
- Dedication
- Though the Lancastrian Claim comes from Edward III’s THIRD son, it relies on a) possession and b) that the crown can not pass through a woman – Philippa Mormer – so must fall to the next male in line. The Yorkist Claim relies on their descent from Edward III’s SECOND son, and says it can pass through Philippa. The Tudor Claim ignores the fact of passing through a woman – Lady Margaret Beaufort – or that John, Earl of Somerset, was born illegimate.
- Factions in the Wars of the Roses
- Prologue
- PART ONE
- 1
- 2
- 3
- 4
- PART TWO
- 5
- 6
- 7
- 8
- 9
- 10
- 11
- 12
- 13
- PART THREE
- 14
- 15
- 16
- 17
- 18
- 19
- PART FOUR
- 20
- 21
- 22
- 23
- PART FIVE
- 24
- 25
- 26
- 27
- 28
- 29
- 30
- 31
- PART SIX
- 32
- 33
- PART SEVEN
- 34
- 35
- 36
- 37
- 38
- 39
- Acknowledgements
The question seems to hold no meaning for the giant. His face betrays the same emotion a man might feel milking a cow or washing a bowl. He holds the axe at his side as if he has no need for it now. He towers over Thomas. Thomas throws a punch. The giant catches it, his hand hard as a plank. He twists Thomas’s fist over and forces him to his knees.
‘Why?’ Thomas cries again. ‘What did I do to you?’
The giant says nothing, but puts aside the axe and seizes Thomas’s shoulder. He lifts him as if he were a doll of plaited corn. Thomas kicks him between the legs. There is no reaction. It is as if he does not feel pain. The giant grabs his throat and Thomas can feel each fingertip. The giant forces him backwards on to the upturned boat. Thomas struggles and kicks but it is no use. The hand tightens. He feels the giant stroke his cheek, and he sees there is an almost tender look in the giant’s eyes, but then Thomas sees the ball of his filthy thumb coming down on his right eyeball.
He screams.
4
WHEN THE BELL rings the alarm, the Prioress ushers the sisters into the chapel and locks the iron-bound door behind them. The candles have already been lit for Mass and the flames shiver as the women kneel in uncertain silence and pray.
Katherine watches Alice in alarm. Her earlier resolve has leached away, along with all colour in her face, and she rocks on her knees, weeping incoherent prayers while her fingers punish her rosary beads. When at last the sedate tolling of the bell signals the end of the crisis, the sisters rise as one and clutch each other’s hands. They are forbidden to speak in the church, lest they interfere with the prayers of the canons beyond the wall that bisects the nave, but gestures are enough. Alice puts her thin arms around Katherine and crushes her with a hug.
At length they return to their places and kneel again and silently give thanks to God for delivering them from they know not what. Katherine gives Him thanks not only for the delivery from the horsemen, but – perhaps more heartfelt now that the former danger is passed – that the canon has not been seen in the cloister.