The King's Sister. Anne O'Brien

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      ‘Robert De Vere.’

      We watched them for a moment.

      ‘He’s trying hard to win Richard’s attention.’

      ‘And not without success,’ the Duke agreed dryly.

      ‘Henry is not one of them. That’s important, isn’t it?’ I was beginning to see, all too clearly.

      ‘Richard and Henry do not see eye to eye. They never have.’

      ‘Will de Vere and the rest make good advisers?’

      ‘Who’s to say? I trust that the Queen might have enough influence to steer Richard onto a sensible path.’ He shook his head, his shoulder lifting with unease. ‘But as for Holland … Where does he see his future? He cannot stand alone. He would be the first to admit that he is a man of ambition, and without the King’s patronage his hopes could well be destroyed. So if Richard will not help him to power as a royal counsellor, he needs to look for new allies. He looks to Lancaster. Do you understand?’

      ‘Oh! …’ I was beginning to see very well, but my father left nothing to chance.

      ‘You have spent your whole life surrounded by treaties, alliances, affairs of state, Elizabeth. Have you remained ignorant of what goes on between the high-blooded families of the realm?’

      ‘I am well aware. My own marriage was such an alliance.’

      ‘But you did not see yourself as a means to an end in Holland’s planning.’

      ‘He would not be so unscrupulous!’ Oh, but the doubts were already swarming.

      ‘Why would he not? When are any man’s motives innocent, in the friendships he makes, the connections he weaves together? A man of ambition will use every means he can to strengthen his position with one faction or another. If de Vere seduces Richard’s affection, then Holland’s days are numbered unless he has important friends. Do you see?’

      ‘Yes I do.’ I pursed my lips. I had always known that my marriage would be one of family alliances. What young woman of my situation did not? But to find myself singled out, wooed in fact, to further a man’s career, because I was a daughter of Lancaster … all my joy of the previous day was suddenly buried under a blanket of dismay.

      ‘Richard is thinking of sending him to Ireland, as Lord Lieutenant’, the Duke explained. ‘It may be that Holland has no wish to go, but would rather enhance his connection with the English court. With me. To be sent to Ireland could be death to a man who seeks power.’

      Dismay was fast becoming transposed into horror.

      ‘I have not been very wise, have I?’

      Was that all there was in John Holland’s fine words and finer gestures? Is that what it had all been about? The close attention, the playing fast and loose to lure me on, the flattering compliments, all to get a foothold in the Lancaster camp. Was I simply a means to an end, a step closer to the Lancastrian interest? Well, yes, it was entirely possible. He had gone with the Duke to St Malo, using his military skills to win grace and favour. With no war in the immediate planning, he needed another gambit. And I was it. The way to my father’s side.

      How could he be so devious and yet so attractive?

      ‘You don’t like him.’ As I accused Philippa, so I asked my father.

      ‘Liking him is an irrelevance. I see his good qualities. I am wary of his bad ones. He has a handsome face, a smooth tongue and an ease of manner. He is hard to withstand. But however hard it is, you have to accept that his interest is not so much in you, as in what you stand for. Being a friend of Elizabeth of Lancaster can do him no harm.’ The Duke surprised me, lifting my chin so that he could peruse my face. ‘To be her husband can only be better.’

      It made no sense.

      ‘But I am wed.’

      ‘And young lives are cheap. Who knows what the future will bring.’

      I saw the strain on his face. We knew the grief of young death. Sometimes I forgot, but the Duke and my mother had mourned the loss of four of their children. Death was no respecter of rank or age.

      ‘So if Jonty were to die, Sir John would be ready to step into his shoes, and I, neatly, effectively seduced, would not be unwilling.’

      ‘Yes. And even if there is no such eventuality, it could only be an advantage to have a daughter of Lancaster with more than a friendly ear.’

      ‘It is heartless.’

      ‘It is pragmatic. How often is politics lacking in sensitivity? And I doubt that you are the only fair carp in Holland’s pond,’ he warned. ‘I’m certain he’s a master-planner, like a juggler with clever sleight of hand and agile fingers.’

      Still I sought to excuse him.

      ‘Why not seek to engage Philippa’s interest?’

      ‘He knows my plans for Philippa. I would never allow her to wed Holland.’ The Duke gripped my shoulders, turning me from the window. ‘With or without marriage, you must distance yourself from him.’

      How difficult it was to accept such a dictate. ‘He makes me feel alive.’

      ‘Pembroke will soon be old enough to be the husband you desire.’

      ‘But he is a boy. And John is … a man.’

      ‘I know. That is what I fear. And that is why I will send you back with Constanza to Hertford tomorrow.’

      ‘No …’

      ‘You will go. It is arranged.’ There was no gainsaying him. ‘I am not unsympathetic. But it’s time you grew into your position. I suggest that you use the royal audience this morning to see which way the wind is blowing for Holland. I think it will persuade you, if I cannot. Women are used to make alliances. What does Sir John want from you? A voice raised in his favour? Whatever it is, beware. Will you promise me?’

      How could I do other? Life at Hertford with Constanza stretched before me, week after tedious week. ‘Yes, my lord. I promise.’

      ‘And make your peace with your brother.’

      ‘Well …’ It was not a scene I looked forward to.

      ‘You will do it, Elizabeth, and restore some vestige of serenity to our family.’

      I read the implacable determination, the complete lack of tolerance for anything but my compliance. Family was power. Family was everything.

      ‘Yes, sir. I will do it.’

      I saw it for myself at the royal audience, Richard saying farewell to a handful of the Bohemian dignitaries who had come to wish the happy couple well while the most influential were invited to remain in England, and, unfortunately in the eye of my father, at English expense. It was another monumentally grandiose occasion, and once I would have enjoyed it for its own sake but now I was a different animal, my eyes and mind opened to the truth of what was obvious but not being spoken СКАЧАТЬ