by Dan Jones
The Hollow Crown
The Wars of the Roses and
the Rise of the Tudors
DAN JONES
For Jo
Contents
Title Page
Dedication
List of Illustrations
Maps
Genealogical Tables
Note on Names, Money and Distances
Epigraph
Introduction: The Wars of the Roses?
I : BEGINNINGS (1420–1437)
1 King of All the World
2 We Were in Perfect Health
3 Born to Be King
4 Oweyn Tidr
II : WHAT IS A KING? (1437–1455)
5 My Lord of Suffolk’s Good Lordship
6 A Dear Marriage
7 Away, Traitors, Away!
8 Then Bring In the Duke of York
9 Smitten with a Frenzy
III : THE HOLLOW CROWN (1455–1471)
10 Princess Most Excellent
11 Suddenly Fell Down the Crown
12 Havoc
13 The Noble and the Lowly
14 Diverse Times
15 Final Destruction
IV : THE RISE OF THE TUDORS (1471–1525)
16 To Execute Wrath
17 The Only Imp Now Left
18 Judge Me, O Lord
19 War or Life
20 Envy Never Dies
21 Blanche Rose
Epilogue: How Many Men, in the Name of God Immortal, Have You Killed?
Notes
Bibliography
Index
Photographs
About the Author
By the Same Author
Copyright
List of Illustrations
Henry V. Oil on panel portrait by an unknown artist, fifteenth century. (National Portrait Gallery, London, UK/Bridgeman Images)
Catherine de Valois funeral effigy. Painted wood, 1437.
(© Dean and Chapter of Westminster)
Henry VI. Oil on panel portrait by an unknown English artist, sixteenth century.
(Society of Antiquaries of London, UK/Bridgeman Images)
Margaret of Anjou. Illumination (detail) from the ‘Shrewsbury Book’, c.1445, British Library MS Royal 15 E.VI f. 2v.
(© The British Library Board)
Richard duke of York. Stained-glass, Trinity College, Cambridge, c.1425. (Master and Fellows of Trinity College, Cambridge)
Edward IV. Oil on panel by an unknown English artist, c.1540.
(Ann Ronan Pictures/Print Collector/Getty Images)
Elizabeth Woodville. Oil on panel portrait by an unknown artist, c.1480. (Print Collector/Getty Images)
Edward V. Painted panel by an unknown artist, St George’s Chapel, Windsor, sixteenth century. (A. F. Kersting/akg-images)
Facial reconstruction of Richard III, commissioned by the Richard III Society, 2013. (Dan Kitwood/Getty Images)
Henry VII. Funeral effigy, Westminster Abbey, 1509.
(© Dean and Chapter of Westminster)
Perkin Warbeck. Sanguine on paper, c.1495.
(Bibliothèque municipale, Arras)
Margaret Beaufort. Oil on panel portrait, sixteenth century. (Royal Collection Trust © Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II, 2014/Bridgeman Images)
Battle of Barnet. Illumination from Histoire de la rentrée victorieuse du roi Edouard IV et son royaume d’Angleterre, Ghent University Library, MS 236 f. 2r. (De Agostini/Getty Images)
Execution of Somerset at Tewkesbury. Illumination from Histoire de la rentrée victorieuse du roi Edouard IV et son royaume d’Angleterre, Ghent University Library, MS 236 f. 7. (© Ghent University Library)
‘Towton 25’. Skull recovered from the site of the battle of Towton. (© BARC, Archaeological Sciences, University of Bradford)
Knight being dressed for battle. Illumination from Ordinances of Armoury, Jousting, Sword and Axe Combat, and Chivalry, Pierpont Morgan Library, MS 775 f. 2v.
(© 2014. Photo Pierpont Morgan Library/Art Resource/Scala, Florence)
Bosworth crucifix. Bronze crucifix, fifteenth century.
(Society of Antiquaries of London, UK/Bridgeman Images)
Edward IV. Tempera on vellum, illumination from Chronicle of the History of the World from Creation to Woden, with a Genealogy of Edward IV, Philadephia Free Library, MS Lewis E201 f. 1.
(Free Library of Philadelphia/Bridgeman Images)
Genealogy of Henry VI. Illumination from the ‘Shrewsbury Book’, c.1445, British Library MS Royal 15 E.VI f. 3.
(British Library/Robana via Getty Images)
Genealogy with Tudor symbols. Illumination from Motets, Flanders, c.1516, British Library MS Royal 11 E.XI f. 2. (British Library/Robana via Getty Images)
Title page of The Union of the Two Noble and Illustre Famelies of Lancastre & Yorke … by Edward Hall, 1550. (The William Andrews Clark Memorial Library, University of California, Los Angeles)
Every effort has been made to trace or contact all copyright holders. The publishers would be pleased to rectify at the earliest opportunity any omissions or errors brought to their notice.
Maps
1. France and the Low Countries
2. England and Wales in the Fifteenth Century
3. Noble Landholdings in England and Wales
1. France and the Low Countries
2. England and Wales in the Fifteenth Century
3. Noble Landholdings in England and Wales
Genealogical Tables
The House of Lancaster
The House of York
The House of Tudor
Note on Names, Money and Distances
The names of principal characters in this book have generally been modernised for the sake of familiarity and consistency. Thus Nevill becomes Neville, Wydeville becomes Woodville, Tudur becomes Tudor, and so on. Latin, French and archaic English sources have been translated or rendered into modern English except in a very few cases where original spellings have been maintained to illustrate a historical point.
Where particularly pertinent, sums of money have been translated into modern currencies with the assistance of the conversion tool at http://www.nationalarchives.gov.uk/currency/, which gives modern values for ancient, and also has a ‘purchasing power’ function. Readers should be aware, however, that the conversion of monetary values across the centuries is a perilously inexact science, and that the figures given are for rough guidance only. As an approximation, £100 in 1450 would be worth £55,000 (or $90,000) today. The same sum would represent ten years’ salary for an ordinary English labourer in the mid-fifteenth century.
Where a distance between two places is given, it has usually been calculated using Google Maps Walking Directions, and thus tends to be calculated according to the fastest route via modern roads.
The family trees presented at the start of this book are designed to clarify the complex dynastic links described later in the text. For reasons of space and sense, these have been simplified. In some places, siblings have been placed out of order of age.
Who wot nowe that ys here
Where he schall be anoder yere?
ANON. (1445)
For God’s sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings;
How some have been deposed; some slain in war,
Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;
Some poison’d by their wives: some sleeping kill’d;
All murder’d: for within the hollow crown
That rounds the mortal temples of a king
Keeps Death his cour
t …
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Richard II (c.1595)
Introduction: The Wars of the Roses?
At seven o’clock in the morning on Friday 27 May 1541, within the precincts of the Tower of London, an old woman walked out into the light of a spring day. Her name was Margaret Pole. By birth, blood and lineage she was one of the noblest women in England. Her father, George duke of Clarence, had been the brother to a king and her mother, Isabel Neville, had in her time been co-heir to one of the greatest earldoms in the land. Both parents were now long gone, memories from another age and another century.
Margaret’s life had been long and exciting. For twenty-five years she had been the countess of Salisbury, one of only two women of her time to hold a peerage in her own right. She had until recently been one of the five wealthiest aristocrats of her generation, with lands in seventeen counties. Now, at sixty-seven – ancient by Tudor standards – she appeared so advanced in age that intelligent observers took her to be eighty or ninety.1
Like many inhabitants of the Tower of London, Margaret Pole was a prisoner. Two years previously she had been stripped of her lands and titles by an act of parliament which accused her of having ‘committed and perpetrated diverse and sundry other detestable and abominable treasons’ against her cousin, King Henry VIII. What these treasons were was never fully evinced, because in truth Margaret’s offences against the crown were more general than particular. Her two principal crimes were her close relation to the king and her suspicion of his adoption of the new forms and doctrines of Christian belief that had swept through Europe during the past two decades. For these two facts, the one of birthright and the second of conscience, she had lived within London’s stout, supposedly impervious riverside fortress, which bristled with cannon from its whitewashed central tower, for the past eighteen months.
Margaret had lived well in jail. Prison for a sixteenth-century aristocrat was supposed to be a life of restricted movement tempered by decent, even luxurious conditions, and she had been keen to ensure that her confinement met the highest standard. She expected to serve a comfortable sentence, and when she found the standards wanting, she complained.2 Before she was moved to London she had spent a year locked in Cowdray House in West Sussex, under the watch of the unenthusiastic William Fitzwilliam, earl of Southampton. The earl and his wife had found her spirited and indignant approach to incarceration rather tiresome and had been glad when she was moved on.
In the Tower, Margaret was able to write letters to her relatives and was provided with servants and good, expensive food. Her nobility was not demeaned. Earlier in the year Queen Catherine’s tailor had been appointed to make her a set of new clothes, and just a few weeks previously more garments had turned up, ordered and paid for directly by the king. Henry had also sent his cousin a nightgown lined with fur and another with Cypriot satin, petticoats, bonnets and hose, four pairs of shoes and a new pair of slippers. More than £15 – roughly the equivalent of two years’ wages for a common labourer at the time – had been spent on her clothing in just six months. As she walked out into the cool morning air, Margaret Pole could therefore have reflected that, although she was due to be beheaded that morning, she would at least die wearing new shoes.
Her execution had been arranged in a hurry. She had been informed only hours previously that the king had ordered her death: a shockingly short time for an old lady to prepare her spirit and body for the end. According to a report that reached Eustace Chapuys, the exceptionally well-informed Imperial ambassador to England, the countess ‘found the thing very strange’, since she had no idea ‘of what crime she was accused, nor how she had been sentenced’. Few, in truth, would ever quite understand what threat this feeble old lady could have posed to a king as powerful and self-important as Henry VIII.
A thin crowd had gathered to bear witness. They stood by a pathetically small chopping block, erected so hastily that it was simply set on the ground and not, as was customary, raised up on a scaffold. According to Chapuys, when Margaret arrived before the block she commended her soul to her creator and asked those present to pray for King Henry and Queen Catherine, the king’s two-year-old son, Prince Edward, and the twenty-five-year-old Princess Mary, her god-daughter. But as the old woman stood talking to the sparse crowd (Chapuys put the number at 150; the French ambassador, Charles de Marillac, suggested it was fewer), a feeling of restlessness went around. She was told to hurry up and place her neck on the little piece of wood.
The Tower’s regular executioner was not on duty that morning. He was in the north, alongside King Henry, who had visited the farthest reach of his kingdom to dampen the threat of rebellion against his rule. The Tower’s axe had therefore been entrusted to a deputy: a man of tender years and little experience in the difficult art of decapitation. (Chapuys described him as a ‘wretched and blundering youth’.) He was faced with a task wildly inappropriate to his ability. Only one other noblewoman had been executed in England since the Norman Conquest: the king’s second wife, Anne Boleyn. She had been beheaded in a single stroke with a sword by a specially imported French executioner. This was not that, and the hapless executioner knew it. When the signal was given to strike, he brought the weapon down towards the block. But he botched the job. Rather than cutting cleanly through Margaret’s neck in one stroke, he slammed the axe’s blade into the old woman’s shoulders and head. She did not die. He brought the axe down again, and missed again. It took several more blows to despatch her, a barbarous assault in which the inept axeman literally hacked the old woman’s upper body to pieces. It was a foul and cruel butchery that would shock everyone who heard of it. ‘May God in his high Grace pardon her soul,’ wrote Chapuys, ‘for certainly she was a most virtuous and honourable lady.’3
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Margaret Pole was at one level just another casualty of the religious wars that dominated the sixteenth century, in which followers of the old faith – Roman Catholicism – and various splinter groups of the new faith – Protestantism – sought to smite one another into submission. These wars took different forms. Occasionally they were fought between kingdoms allied to opposing faiths, but far more often, the religious wars were civil and dynastic conflicts that ripped individual kingdoms asunder. This was certainly the case in England during the 1540s, and Margaret’s execution in that sense represented a reforming king’s deliberate strike against a powerful family who clung to the old faith.
Yet her death could also be seen as the undignified final act in a long spell of non-religious aristocratic violence that had begun nearly a century earlier. These were wars of politics and personality that had sprung from a struggle for hegemony following the slow but catastrophic collapse of royal authority from the late 1440s onwards. This conflict, usually assumed to have been closed on the accession of Henry Tudor as Henry VII in 1485 and his defence of the crown at the battle of Stoke in 1487, in fact continued to haunt sixteenth-century politics long afterwards. Certainly it played a role in Margaret Pole’s death, for this old woman was one of the last surviving members of the Plantagenet dynasty and a living relic of what we now call the wars of the roses.
Dozens of Margaret’s immediate and extended family had fallen victim to these wars. Her father, George duke of Clarence, was twenty-eight when his brother King Edward IV had him executed for treason – drowned in a butt of the sweet Greek wine known as malmsey, in memory of which Margaret was said always to wear a tiny wine keg on her bracelet.4 Two of her paternal uncles had been slaughtered in pitched battles during the 1470s and 1480s. Both of her grandfathers had also died on the battlefield; one ending his days with his head impaled on the city gates of York, a paper crown nailed to his skull. Margaret’s brother Edward, styled but not officially recognised as earl of Warwick, had spent most of his twenty-four years of life imprisoned in the Tower of London. Henry VII had ordered his execution by beheading in November of 1499, when rumours spread of a plot to break him out of jail. Margaret’s eldest son Henry Pole, Lord Montague, was executed
in January 1539; her eldest grandson, Montague’s heir, also called Henry, would die while incarcerated in the Tower some time after 1542. The whole history of the Pole family between the 1470s and 1540s was one of brutal destruction undertaken by three different kings. And in this the Poles were far from exceptional. They were simply the last of the great aristocratic families to be persecuted to extinction in the wars of the roses.
That England was used to killing its most illustrious men and women did not detract from the profound shock that Margaret Pole’s callous execution caused around Europe. By 13 June the news had reached Antwerp, and a week later it had spread to the Imperial Court.5 In early August the countess’s second son, Reginald Pole, a renegade Catholic churchman who had risen to the rank of cardinal, wrote bitterly to Juan Alvarez de Toledo, cardinal archbishop of Burgos, that his mother had ‘perished, not by the law of nature, but by a violent death, inflicted on her by one from whom it was the last due, as he was her cousin’. Reginald’s only consolation in his mother’s savage murder was that she had suffered a martyr’s death. ‘To suffer as Christ, his Apostles, and so many martyrs and virgins suffered, is not ignominious,’ he wrote, but Pole nevertheless went on to compare Henry VIII unfavourably to the ancient tyrants Herod, Nero and Caligula. ‘Their cruelty is far surpassed by the iniquity of this man, who, with much less semblance of justice, put to death a most innocent woman, who was of his own kin, of advanced age, and who had grown old with a reputation for virtue.’6
