by Griff Hosker
To Murder a King
Book 2
in the
Struggle for a Crown Series
By
Griff Hosker
Published by Sword Books Ltd 2018
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Prologue
I had been a gentleman for three years. Born the son of a member of the Free Company, I had been elevated far higher than I could possibly have imagined. I knew that my father, even though he had treated me badly, would be proud. Stony Stratford was a small village and I was the only gentleman. Sir Robert Armistead, Lord of the Manor of Stratford, was the lord to whom I owed fealty. He was not a warrior but he respected me. I had been the King Richard’s bodyguard. I had fought in Spain and Aquitaine. We got on. He was a vassal lord of the Earl of Northampton. The feudal system was complicated but, thanks to my title, gentleman, I had slightly more rights than when I was a commoner. It was all due to Robert de Vere, Earl of Oxford I had been dismissed as King Richard’s bodyguard. I had been a threat to the young Earl. The Earl had seemed to mesmerize the young king and he dismissed me and the guards I had assembled to protect him. Men made lewd suggestions about the King and the Earl. I did not believe them but many men did and the King was unpopular. Those years I spent away from the King changed that impressionable young man. He became a different King to the one I had known and trained to be a warrior. I felt that I had let him down. I had made an oath to his father, King Edward, that I would watch over his son. I could no longer do so and that bothered me.
I had been forced to become a farmer. It did not come naturally to me. I was lucky that Eleanor, my wife, was a natural. Her family had been farmers and when the plague had taken her village I had found and married her. We were happy. We had two children, Tom and Alice. I promised myself that I would be a better father to them than he had been to me. I knew that Harry of Lymm had meant to be a good father but he chose the route of making me tough. I had been beaten and treated badly. Perhaps he had been right for I was able to endure great hardship and I did not expect much out of life.
In the three years since I had returned to the farm I had tried to be a farmer and failed. I did not understand the rigour. The seasons were different to me. Spring, summer and autumn were for fighting battles and winter was when you hunkered down in a billet and drank and ate as much as you could. A farmer used the seasons. I was lost. Luckily my wife had those skills in abundance and she made the farm so profitable that we were able to hire three men and their wives to help. They lived in cottages close to the hall which we had extended. There might have been a time when we would have had serfs and slaves but the plague had killed so many in England that men who could work were valuable and so we gave the three of them a share in the crops they produced. The lack of farm workers had driven up the price of animals and grain. The country’s loss was our gain and we made money. That was nothing to do with me and all to do with my wife.
I became a real gentleman. We had men we hired to work the land and I could ride my horses and practise with my weapons. Even without my farm I was well off and still had coin. When I had been a sword for hire I had husbanded my money. Others wasted it away on women and drink. I had not. The spare weapons and treasure I had collected on the battlefield I had sold and stored the precious coins in a chest. The King, when he had dismissed me, had given me the manor and money. He felt guilty for he knew what he did was wrong. I cursed Robert de Vere. I was still a soldier at heart and I made certain that if I had to then I could protect my family, my farm, my country and my King. I had good horses. I had the local smith make me armour which was of the best quality. I no longer wore a simple mail coat. I had a breast and back plate and I had cannons for my arm, with cuisse, poleyn and sabaton for my legs and feet. I was well protected. My arming jacket which I wore beneath my plate was the finest in the county. I did not like the helmets which enclosed my face and so I had a basinet and aventail. I did not bother with the besagews which some men wore under their armpits or the fauld to protect the lower abdomen. I found them both restrictive. My best horse, Goldheart, was not a destrier. I could not justify such an expense. She was a courser. She was still the best war horse I had. Jack was my hackney. He was a gelding and good workaday horse. Of all my horses I loved Jack the best. We understood each other and I rode him far more than the expensive Goldheart.
I practised each day. Sometimes it was on my horse and sometimes on foot. I knew that a day without training might, one day, cost me my life. I used my sword and shield to fight imaginary opponents. It was not perfect but I developed techniques which still improved my skills. The three men who worked land which belonged to me had too much to do to practise and so I was forced to work alone. I built up my strength and I made sure that my horses would respond to my commands, knees and hands. One day King Richard would need me and when he did then I would be ready. I was a true gentleman farmer.
Chapter 1
The King married Anne of Bohemia. It was a good marriage. Her father was Holy Roman Emperor and the young king was allied to the most important house in Europe. It was not a popular marriage. There was a great deal of expense and some people objected. It was a shame. I was not invited to the wedding. I like to think that the King might have wished to invite me but Robert de Vere would not. He both hated and feared me. All that the King now needed was children. I wondered how Robert de Vere would feel about the King’s children, when and if they were born.
My eldest child was born the year after the wedding. The King, three years later, still had no children. People began to wonder if the couple was cursed. Michael de la Pole was the new chancellor. He appeared, from a distance, to be as bad an influence on the King as Robert de Vere. I only learned of the goings on at court when I travelled to Lincoln. Captain Tom lived there now and ran an inn. Lincoln was on the main road to the north and travellers told Old Tom of the goings on at court. Some was rumour and some was conjecture but Captain Tom knew how to sift the wheat from the chaff and most of what he told me was accurate. Certainly, the King was unpopular. The halcyon days when he had put down the Peasants’ Revolt by sheer willpower were long gone. The Queen was not popular and his two advisors were hated. I feared for his future. He was hanging on to the crown by his fingertips and there were many, his uncle, the Duke of Gloucester included, who were unhappy with his reign. In the heart of England, the place they called the garden of England, I was happy. I had a good wife and a fine family. Robert de Vere had done me a favour by having me dismissed but it was not good for the realm.
Sir Robert Armistead liked me. I had been given the manor and he should have resented that but he was not a warrior knight. His son had died in Gascony and he had raised his grandson, Henry, himself. His grandson was coming up to fourteen. He was a man. As the son of a knight he had responsibilities. The Reeve of Sir Robert came to see me.
“Sir, my lord asks if you and your wife would care to dine with him and his lady wife this evening?”
“In Stratford? It is many miles hence.”
He smiled. He was a typical retainer. He was both old and wise. He had never had to
raise his hand in anger and had lived a peaceful life. “No, sir, he is at his hall at Towcester.”
The invitation was a surprise. The knight liked me but he had never yet invited me to dine. I said that we would. Eleanor had servants who could care for the children, Tom and Alice. When I told her, however, she was mortified at the thought of dining with nobility. “I am no lady, husband. How can I dine with Sir Robert and Lady Anne?”
“You are a lady for you are married to a gentleman. Come, I had already accepted the invitation. You would not wish to make me look a fool, would you?”
She shook her head but I could see she was unhappy. “What shall I wear?”
I sighed, “I am the wrong person to ask. Wear your best garment.”
“That is the dress in which I was married.”
“There, you can wear that then!”
“I cannot fit into it. I have grown since the wedding.”
I sighed, “Then let it out! God’s Blood, my lady, I am a warrior and know nothing about dresses and the like! We have money! Buy a new one!”
“It is too late for tonight.”
“Then let out the one you have!” She nodded and scurried off.
Sir Robert had a number of halls and castles. He invited us to Towcester. It was the closest one to my home and I suspected he had used it for that reason. It was not his best residence. That was on the Avon but was many miles to the west of us. However, it was far enough away that Eleanor would have to ride. We had a docile rouncy, Nell, and Eleanor could ride. She was a farmer’s daughter. I had my groom prepare the horses. A good brush and comb would make them look better. I would wear my best tunic. My wife had been outraged when she heard how much I had paid for it to be made in Lincoln. She was convinced that she and her ladies could do a better and cheaper job. However, I thought it a good investment. If I was to rise beyond a gentleman to the rank of knight then I needed to look like one. Captain Tom had negotiated a good price and the black staff on the blue background was striking. The needlework was exquisite. One addition to my coat of arms was a red and blue quartered shield over the heart. As this was the design of my shield it was effective.
My wife looked beautiful when we rode into the courtyard at Towcester. She had a simple cap adorning her hair but she had plaited fresh summer flowers into her long locks. I was proud of her. I had been lucky to marry such a beautiful woman and such a practical one.
Lady Anne was of an age with her husband. Both were approaching their sixtieth year. With a son who had died in battle and a daughter in law who had died in childbirth all that they had in the way of family was their grandson, Henry. Their servants must have warned them of our imminent arrival for they were waiting for us in their courtyard. It was a wooden hall with a wooden palisade. There were few such buildings left. Most lords had learned to make their castles from stone. I saw Henry for the first time. He was tall but he had no muscle to him. His training to be a knight had been neglected. Perhaps he would be like his grandfather. He would be a lord who sent others to fight for him. Over the last fifty or so years it had been common. Knights were now allowed to have others serve for them. It was how the free companies had grown.
As we dismounted Lady Anne allayed all of my wife’s fears by gushing over her. She became almost tearful. “Lady Eleanor you are most welcome. You must come and see us more often.”
I saw the relief on my wife’s face. Sir Robert smiled and put his arm around me, “My wife is keen for the ladies of the manor to get together more. She has missed the company of refined women. It is good to see you. May I introduce my grandson, Henry of Stratford. I would have him become a knight.”
I studied the young man. He was all arms and legs. His arms showed that he had not had much physical exercise. He had been indulged. He had eaten well and done little exercise. I was not sure that he would be anything other than a priest or a merchant. I had never seen such a condition until I met the children of lords. Growing up in the camps meant that we were at best lean and often emaciated.
“Henry, this is William Strongstaff. He was King Richard’s bodyguard and champion.”
“In fairness Sir Robert, I never had to fight for the King’s honour.”
Sir Robert laughed, “I believe that is because none would face you. I have heard of your prowess. Come let us go indoors. I have some fine wine from Castile. I do not know if I have mentioned it before but John of Gaunt’s first wife, Blanche, was my cousin. I hold this manor thanks to the King of Castile’s good offices.”
I knew that John of Gaunt intended to go back to his realm of Castile, held by right of his second marriage, as he could not have the throne of England. I liked Sir John. He was a good soldier and had always treated the Free Companies well. If he asked me to go with him then I would. There was good money to be had in Galicia. With two claimants to the Castilian throne it would be a profitable war. The youth seemed a little shy. “I look forward to hearing, sir, some of you experiences while we eat.”
Sir Robert said, hurriedly, “I pray you make them ones which do not upset my wife. When Henry’s father was killed it scarred her.”
“I will try to keep the tales tasteful for the feast table.” In truth I would find it hard to do so without resorting to lies and exaggeration. There was a misguided belief that knights and their battles were somehow noble. Nothing could be further from the truth. If a knight allowed an opponent to surrender it was because he thought the man rich enough to be worthy of ransom. Those of the Free Companies had no such qualms. They fought to kill and took what their opponent had. Some took everything, including their underwear!
It was a cosy hall and I could see why Sir Robert had chosen it. The hall was little bigger than my own and the five of us were close enough together to be able to chat easily. “This will be the last meal in this hall, William. The hall is old. Tomorrow we empty it of all that is within and then demolish it. We will build a more substantial home, in time. My home in Stratford is much grander and we now have greater trade there. We are allowed to have two markets a week and the town grows each day. I fear I will be spending less time in the land hereabouts.” Sir Robert was more of a merchant than a knight!
“And what of the Earl of Derby and Northampton lord?”
“As you may know Humphrey de Bohun was Earl and was murdered more than ten years since. The title has been restored and given to John of Gaunt’s son, Henry Bolingbroke. He has yet to visit Northampton. I have not met him.”
“I know him, a little, or at least I did. He and the King were under my care for a time.” In truth they were of an age and I had trained them both. Henry was the better warrior. This was a coincidence. I would owe fealty to one who had a claim to King Richard’s crown.
The wine had been served while we spoke and delicacies placed on the table. I recognised a couple of them but my wife, who ate plain fare at home, looked a little mesmerized. I chose one I recognised, a small pastry stuffed with delicately flavoured meats and chopped dried fruit. I caught my wife’s eye, nodded, and she chose one too. She nibbled and smiled. She was clever and I knew that she would now watch that which others ate and try them first. The wine was a good one. Sir Robert had money and spent it well.
I could tell that his grandson was keen to speak with me, “Grandfather, the meat of the matter?”
Sir Robert smiled and shook his head, “My grandson is impatient.” He sighed. “It is this, William Strongstaff, you are not a knight but you have a reputation as a soldier. I know, from the time I trained as a squire, that it was the men at arms who taught me my skills. My grandson would learn from you.”
“I am not a knight and cannot dub him!”
“But you can give him the skills so that when he is ready then I can give him his spurs.”
I nodded, “To speak plainly, lord, you could do that now. He is old enough. A knight does not need to fight these days. There is always scutage.” Sir Robert did not fight. He paid others to do it for him.
Sir Robert shook
his head. I noticed that Lady Anne had stopped speaking and was listening intently. Henry was hanging on to every word of the conversation. “When there was no Earl of Northampton there was not an issue. Who would call for swords to fight for Northampton? Now we have Henry Bolingbroke. He is Earl of Derby and now Earl of Northampton. He is ambitious. His father is gathering men to fight in his Kingdom of Castile. What if his son joins him? No, William Strongstaff, my grandson needs skills before he becomes a squire and begins his journey to knighthood. If the Earl calls him then I would have him know one end of a sword from the other. Would you train him?”
I looked at the youth. I needed to do much with his body before we could even consider the training to be a knight. When I was his age I had already killed men. I had been twice his size and had skills with sword, spear, sling and even bow.
Sir Robert took my hesitation for doubt, “You would not be out of pocket, William. I know that you would have to neglect your farm and I would pay two shillings a day for you to train him. In addition, I will furnish all of his weapons and armour not to mention horses and servants.”
I saw my wife’s eyes light up when she heard that we would have an income of fourteen shillings a week. We would be able to bear a poor harvest or a disastrous winter with such an income. I smiled at Sir Robert and squeezed Henry’s arm, “Armour is the last thing we need for he has to become stronger and more muscular. My only reservation is that this training might be a little late. Most knights start to train at the age of seven.”
“I promise, Master, that I will heed all of your commands and I will eat for England if I have to.” Henry spoke for the first time. He was earnest and I saw no deception in his eyes. He wished this to happen.
I laughed at the image, “I will take you on, Master Henry, but know that you can return home at any time you choose. There is little to be gained from training a reluctant warrior.”
