THE BOY KING BY JANET WERTMAN
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The Boy King
January 28, 1547 The wind bit at Edward Tudor’s tender face, and the saddle hurt his bony rear, but the nine-year-old prince was determined not to complain. They would be dismounting soon; he could rest then. He shifted his weight forward and bit his lip. His uncle, the formidable Edward Seymour, Earl of Hertford, had arrived earlier in the day at Hertfordshire Castle, the young prince’s household. The elder Edward had refused to rest, insisting they leave immediately for court as the King wished to formally invest his son with the title Prince of Wales. They would just stop at Enfield Palace first for his half-sister Elizabeth, so they could bring her too. It was the fastest pace Edward had ever taken on the sixteen-mile trip. It was also the first time he had ridden after dark, and the first time no one had established a strict rest schedule for him. Yet the exhilaration at finally being treated as an adult was wearing thin. Sir Anthony Browne, his father’s Master of the Horse, turned around and peered at the way Edward’s legs gripped his gray courser, then raised his gaze to Edward’s hands. “Are you comfortable, Your Highness?”“Yes,”Edward said between clenched teeth, his hands tights on the reins. Browne looked at Hertford and lifted a single, questioning eyebrow. Instead of answering, Hertford peered through the cold fog and announced absently, “It’s right up ahead.”Looking up to find a hint of red bricks emerging from the dark, Edward thrust out his chest: he had made this journey as a man. The rest of the way felt easier, though he did not relax his grip. He even pretended nonchalance when they arrived. “Brush her down well,”he said to the page who took his reins. “She seems tired.”“Make sure she is ready to leave in the morning,”Hertford added, his tone sharp. “Make sure they are all ready to leave in the morning.”He put a hand on Edward’s shoulder. “Let us find your sister.”The Earl’s face twisted, and he exchanged glances with Browne. Edward didn’t understand, but then he rarely understood what transpired around him. People dissembled, claiming it was for his own good. He had complained about that to his father once, and the great Henry VIII had laughed and turned it around: “People will do far worse. All your life, they will lie to you. Practice discerning their true meaning; you will need to be expert at it.”A round-faced man with blue eyes greeted them at the door with two pages in tow. One was about eleven, the other a few years older. Edward studiously ignored the lads’surreptitious glances –people were always curious about him, and he had learned that aloofness commanded more respect. your stuff here
This beautifully expressed third volume in Janet Wertman's Seymour Saga. Is the last installment in what is A very captivating period in the lives of the Seymores, Tudors, as well as for the English as a people.
Young Edward's life is one that marked with tragedy and loss from birth.
First, at the death of his mother at his birth. Followed by the death of his father and his ascension to the English throne at the tender age of nine.
Lastly, when he becomes A pawn in the efforts of those around him to censure his sister Mary. Keeping her and the Catholic faith from gaining the traction that would unseat the influence the the newer, sanctioned, Protestant Church.
While I will refrain from revealing you with the long and illustrious list of the notable and notorious players in the political history of England and the isles. That I will leave to the history books.
Because for me. This book while accurate historically, provides one with an emotionally evocative personal story.
Narrated in the voices of Mary and Edward. Readers get to see an or
intentional and well orchestrated effort to break the bonds of familial affections between A brother and a sister. To further political plots.
With both Edward the person and Edward the king being offered up as the ultimate sacrificial lamb.
This beautiful book will draw you in from the first page. Holding both your heart and mind captive well beyond its last sentence.
While there are quite a number of times within the course of this book that upset me to the point of wanting to send my Kindle flying. I must say that I am a great deal richer for having experienced this story.