Chapter Fifteen #3
Going downstairs, he peered into the reception room to see his father and young Henry still seated by the fire, speaking in soft tones.
Or, at least his father was speaking in soft tones.
He very much wanted his father to be in on the conversation about de la Pole, so he fetched Collins and a young page who had been asleep against the wall in the kitchen and brought them both out to the reception room to sit with Henry whilst he commandeered his father.
The king was rather fearful to be left with two people he didn’t know but the page, a chatty young lad from a good family, immediately engaged the king in conversation and began drawing in the ashes on the hearth, encouraging Henry to do it, too.
The last Bastian saw, Henry was using a kindling stick to draw in the ashes alongside a boy he had just met.
He seemed to be at least curious about it.
Satisfied, Bastian pulled his weary father with him as he went in search of the other knights.
Not surprisingly, he found them in the kitchen because Gannon hadn’t eaten since earlier in the day so they were all gathering in the kitchen, eating a late meal and speaking quietly.
Soft laughter peppered the conversation.
Even more surprisingly, Lucas was in the same room as Martin although they were on opposite ends.
Everyone seemed to be getting along as Bastian and Braxton entered.
“Something to eat, Bas?” Brant said as Bastian came to stand next to him. “The cook made chicken pie tonight. You missed a wonderful dish.”
Bastian shook his head. “Trust me when I say I have had my fill of food for the evening.”
“How was it at the king’s table tonight?” Martin asked. “Was Gloucester there?”
Bastian nodded. “He was,” he replied. “In fact, I am glad to find you all together. There is something I must speak to you about that happened tonight during the feast.”
Brant was pulling up a stool for his Uncle Braxton to sit on. “I do not like the sound of your voice,” he said as Braxton lowered himself onto the seat. “I have heard that before. It is an unhappy tone.”
“Unhappy, indeed,” Bastian agreed. “We may have trouble with Suffolk.”
“Why?” Brant wanted to know. “What has happened?”
Bastian sighed heavily, thinking on where to start.
But there was only one place to truly start.
“Suffolk’s younger brother, Thomas de la Pole, has somehow become part of young Henry’s entourage,” he said.
“When I first arrived at the Tower, he was rather confrontational with me. It was evident that he was threatened by my new title and duties, keeping me so close to the king. However, a young lord with an overblown sense of entitlement does not bother me. They are not worth my attention. But de la Pole crossed the line this evening. When I was off speaking to Gloucester, he punched my wife in the jaw, hard enough that it sent her falling to the floor. She could have been seriously hurt. I do not know the reasons behind de la Pole’s strike but it does not matter.
No man will strike my wife and not suffer the consequences.
Therefore, I am going after Thomas de la Pole and Suffolk might not like the fact that I will punish his brother for his offense against my wife. ”
By the time he was finished, there were five pairs of outraged eyes looking at him. Braxton, sitting beside his son, lifted a hand and grasped the man’s wrist.
“He truly hit her?” he asked, stunned. “You saw this?”
“I did,” Bastian said. “But, in fairness to all concerned, I saw Gisella slap him first. But de la Pole struck back with a hit that sent her to the floor. I do not care if my wife struck him first. I am positive without even knowing the circumstances that the man deserved it. What matters is that de la Pole hit my wife and you understand that I cannot let this go unanswered. If I do not strike and strike hard, I will appear weak and ineffective in that I cannot even defend my own wife.”
Not one man in the room disagreed with him. His honor as a knight and protector was at stake. Unfortunately, it had little to do with Gisella and everything to do with Bastian’s honor. That was well-understood.
“What now, Bas?” Gannon asked. He was particularly infuriated that his sister had been struck. “That son of a whore will feel my wrath as well and when I tell my father, he will go to war against Suffolk for the slight. Tell me what we will do now.”
Bastian cocked an eyebrow. “It is not Suffolk I want but his brother,” he clarified.
“Suffolk, by the sheer nature of the fact that I intend to punish his brother, will enter the fray. There is no doubt in my mind. But Gloucester asked me not to do anything. He wants to mediate with Suffolk for the man to turn his brother over to me because de la Pole fled the Tower. He is on the run, and rightfully so, but wherever he is I am sure he is heading to a Suffolk property for protection.”
Across the table they were all standing around, Martin sighed heavily.
“I know de la Pole and so does Brant,” he said.
“Remember that we serve Warwick and spend a great deal of time at the Tower in proximity to the king. Thomas de la Pole is a liar, a thief, and a man of dubious tastes. He knows that no one will punish him because of his brother. As much as I hate the fact that he struck your wife, in a sense, this is a good thing because now he has earned your wrath. You will punish him as many have wanted to but have been too afraid of Suffolk to move against him. De la Pole usually spends his time at Wallingford Castle, about a day’s ride from here.
If I had to speculate, I would say that is where he has run to. ”
“Suffolk is the custodian of Wallingford,” Brant put in. “They both spend time there. De la Pole has probably run straight to his brother with what he has done. Suffolk is probably making plans to spirit him out of the country.”
Bastian shook his head firmly. “Not before I get to him,” he said, looking at his father.
“I can have a thousand men in London in two days, enough to seal off Wallingford and prevent de la Pole from escaping. I saw Andrew Wellesbourne today and he is staying at the Wellesbourne manor of Rosehill. I can have at least five hundred men from Wellesbourne alone and have them tomorrow. How many men does Uncle Aramis have at Deverill Castle?”
Braxton sighed heavily, knowing his son was speaking of all-out war against Suffolk.
“Fifteen hundred at least,” he said reluctantly.
“Bas, I realize your honor is at stake with de la Pole striking your lovely wife, but why not let Gloucester negotiate with Suffolk for his brother? If we can turn the man over to you peacefully, will that suffice?”
Bastian nodded. “Of course it will, but do you really think Suffolk would do such a thing?” he asked, rather irritably.
“He knows I will punish the man and more than likely kill him, so of course, he will not. I am inclined to agree with Martin – he is probably figuring how to get his brother out of the country to avoid my wrath. I will not permit this.”