The Daisy and the Bear – Chapter 6: The Bridge at Ludford

Posted: July 2, 2010 in The Daisy and the Bear

In Calais, the Captain of Warwick was settling down to his new job which involved shouting at people and asking the king for money which he always said no.

“But he needs money, my dear,” the king, Henry VI said to his wife the queen, Margaret of Anjou. “He has to pay people and everything.”

Margaret stamped her foot and tossed her tawny tresses. “Non, non, non!” she shrilled, sounding very French which she did when she was angry. “E will ave nozing!”

When the Earl of Calais got the letter saying he was to have nothing he got very angry and went to his ship and sailed out to sea and attacked some Spaniards and sent the gold to Calais and sank some French ships.

The people of London cheered when they heard that Warwick was now a pirate because that made him dashing and romantic as well as adventurous and brave. They loved him very much. This pleased Warwick because he liked to be loved.

The Duke of York, at home with his wife the Duchess of York and their seven children was a bit jealous of Warwick, so he thought he’d go to Ludlow Castle with the Earl of Salisbury and start another war. Then Warwick would have to come home and that would put a stop to all that pirating nonsense.

The Duke of York picked up his youngest son, Richard or Dickon very carefully, because he was very frail and angelic® and he didn’t want to break him. He had some other children, but they were neither frail nor angelic®. He kissed the little boy very carefully and put him back in his bed so that he could sleep and maybe grow a bit stronger, though he needed to stay angelic because he was Richard or Dickon.

The Countess of Salisbury went with her husband to Ludlow and there she joined in with whatever her husband and the Duke of York were doing. Warwick was surprised to see his mother there, but he kissed her and she kissed him back, like a mother and son kiss which was sweet.

“Why are you here, mother?” he demanded. “You will be attainted if you don’t look out.”

“I don’t care!” the Countess of Salisbury said defiantly. “Let them attaint me if they want to!”

The queen came with her army and said she would kill them all, especially Warwick. Warwick’s heart skipped a beat to hear her voice and thought maybe this would be a good chance to catch up with her for a few minutes, see if he couldn’t use his charisma and sex appeal to get her to change her mind.

“I’ll go and talk to her,” he volunteered. So he went and met with the queen in a quiet, secret place and for a little while he thought his charisma and sex appeal might be working.

“Do you miss me?” he growled.

“Of course I do, you imbecile!” Margaret fluttered.

He stroked her auburn hair and kissed her, pushed her back against the wall, the rough stones of the wall cutting into her back. She felt as if she was on fire, melting in his heat. She wanted to fall so that he could catch her, lower her gently to the ground, push up her skirts, lay his rough hands, calloused and strong, firm and…

“You are so formidable!” she murmured.

“Then come with me, my darling. Let’s run away together. Where no-one can find us.”

Margaret trembled in his arms. Just a few feet away she could hear the sound of armed men readying for war. She wasn’t sure whose side they were on, because you can’t always tell just by listening, unless your England at war with France. It made her shiver.

“Hand to me ze head of ze Duc of York!” she breathed into his ear. “And I will zink about it.”

With one thrust he thrust her from him and reeled back, shock and horror raising beads of sweat upon his brow. “Unnatural woman!” he croaked. “How can you be speaking of such things when I am talking of love.”

“You will not do it? Even for moi!”

“No,” horror constricting his throat so that the words sounded strangled. “No. I won’t!”

“Zen you do not lurve me! Ziz was your last chance!” And she left him like a zephyr, like a spark and he slumped against the wall and wept.

“It’s no good,” he shook his head to the Duke of York. “She’s not budging an inch.”

“There are too many of them,” the Duke of York said. “We shall have to bugger off.” He said this because he was an old campaigner in France and he used salty language, except not so salty as the Earl of Warwick who had recently been a pirate.

“I shall have to come with you,” the Countess of Salisbury said. “Because I shall be attainted if I don’t.”

So they left Ludlow. Cecily was holding her frail and angelic® son Richard or Dickon with her other children, except Edward and Edmund who had gone with the others, around her skirts when the queen came. The queen saw that she was very brave and beautiful so she let her go and stay with her sister while she destroyed Ludlow Castle.

Where is my husband gone? Cecily thought proudly.

Where has my faizless lover run to? Margaret thought furiously. But neither woman voiced this thought to each other but just went about their business.

And Warwick was right, the Countess of Salisbuyry was attainted which was the very first woman ever to be attainted and she must have been very proud.

® Susan Higginbotham

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Comments
  1. Ah, sweet little Dickon. Now I can sleep soundly tonight.

  2. anevillfeast says:

    That was my aim, Susan. Thanks.

  3. Karen says:

    Karen et Susan, vous êtes formidables! 🙂

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