"Yes, yes." I said.
"Give me the message."
"It is not written. I have to tell you."
"Then do so ... please ... quickly."
"The duke has tried to see you and been refused admittance."
"I know this to be."
There is a quarrel between the brothers and the king wishes to please them both. The duke, my lady, wants you to go to him."
"Where?"
"That is what I have to tell you. If you will be ready to leave after the household has retired for the night a carriage will be waiting to take you into sanctuary. There the duke will be waiting for you. I will conduct you to the carriage when you are ready. The duke is very anxious to get you out of Warwick Court. There must not be battle between the two brothers. If there were the king could come down on any side. The Duke of Clarence now has you in his possession. The Duke of Gloucester would have you in his."
"I shall be ready." I said.
"Oh ... er ... my lady, if aught should go wrong ... I beg of you not to mention my part in this."
"I promise. I would not."
"It would be the end of Jack and of me ... if my lord of Clarence ..."
"I understand. I would never betray you for helping me."
"There will be feasting in the great hall tonight, as the duke is here. As soon as you can retire to your room, do so, and be ready. I will come to your door. Come out at once and follow me. I will take you to the carriage and there leave you. You will go straight to sanctuary and tomorrow the Duke of Gloucester will come to you."
"Thank you a thousand times. I shall never forget what you have done for me.
She kissed my hand and left me.
I do not know how I managed to suppress my excitement during that day.
I was with Isabel in the afternoon. We sat over our needlework as we often did. I must have seemed preoccupied, but that was not unnatural.
Isabel did say: "Anne, I think you are beginning to realise that George is right."
I nodded and hung my head.
"He is, when all is said, only trying to do what is best for you. He has your welfare at heart."
Still I did not answer. I was amazed at my duplicity, but I did have to keep reminding myself that I must not betray by the slightest word or gesture that I was contemplating flight.
There was a great deal of revelry in the hall that night, as was the custom when the Duke of Clarence was present. The long tables were filled with retainers and there were all the squires and pages who were considered necessary to the comfort of the diners.
The minstrels were playing in the gallery as the scullions and serving men and women hurried back and forth to the kitchens.
The duke was seated at the centre of the table on the dais and Isabel was on his right hand, I on his left.
He was very merry and I noticed that now and then he put out a hand to caress Isabel. She was smiling and happy. My heart was pounding. I longed to be free to go to my chamber and be conducted to the waiting carriage.
Clarence was particularly affable to me. I think Isabel must have told him that I had come to my senses and that I understood I should be wise to obey my guardian and be a docile ward in future.
He was drinking heavily, I noticed, but he frequently did. He called for a song. It was about love and he listened with a sentimental gleam in his eyes.
He parted my hand.
"Anne." he said.
"My dear little sister. I am going to see that all is well for you. Your welfare is one of my greatest concerns. You know that, do you not?"
He put his face close to mine and I said: "I know that you think of my future, my lord."
"You are my dear wife's sister, and everything concerning her is dear to my heart. Come. Drink with me ... to our happy future. Wine ... wine ... good Malmsey wine for the Lady Anne."
One of the men filled my goblet.
To the future." said Clarence.
"Our friendship, Anne, yours and mine. It is as steady as a rock and always will be. Come, you are not drinking. I want to see the contents of that goblet go down. Otherwise I shall think you are not sincere with me."
I forced myself to drink.
There. Now we are friends. Did you see that, Isabel? Anne and I understand each other. So no more anxiety, my dear, on our account."
"Anne knows that you are concerned for her good." said Isabel, "do you not, Anne?"
"I know that my lord duke is concerned for my future." I said ambiguously.
"Well." said Clarence, "let us have another song. Tell those minstrels. This time a merry roundalay."
So they sang and some danced and it seemed a long time before I could escape to my chamber.
Once I was there, I put on a cloak and waited, but not for long. There was a gentle tap on the door.
"Are you ready, my lady?" She spoke in a whisper.
"Bring nothing. Those are my lord's orders."
"I am ready."
"Then come."
I followed her down the spiral staircase. Quietly we went. I was praying that we should meet no one on the way.
We were fortunate and reached the courtyard unseen. We sped across it ... out through the gate ... and there was the carriage waiting.
She opened the door and I stepped in.
"God's speed, my lady," she said, and ran back through the courtyard. And I was jolting along, away from captivity ... away from the Duke of Clarence.
A drowsiness began to creep over me. I could scarcely keep my eyes open. So listless did I feel that I did not even begin to wonder why, when at a time like this I should expect to be particularly alert.
The carriage had stopped. The driver descended and looked in.
"Are you comfortable, my lady?" he asked.
"Yes. Have we arrived?"
"Not yet. We've a little way to go."
"Where are we going?"
"Can't say. Waiting for instructions. All's well. Take a little nap. You'll soon be there ... where they will be waiting to welcome you. I closed my eyes. It was so easy to slip into sleep.
I awoke suddenly. I could not remember for the moment what had happened. Then my mind cleared. I was in the carriage going to the sanctuary where I should meet Richard.
I sat up. I was not in the carriage. I was in a small room ... an attic room. There were rushes on the floor and I was lying on a pallet. There was an unusual smell. Later I recognised it as rancid grease and other unpleasant ingredients.
I put my hand to my throat and touched the coarse material of my gown. But when I had left I had been wearing a velvet dress and cloak. I was supposed to be meeting Richard. I must be dreaming. I tried to shake off the dream but it was becoming like a nightmare.
The unfamiliar room ... the unfamiliar dress ... I could hear the sound of voices below ... shouting, raucous voices ... and horses' hoofs. I was in a street.
I called out: "Who's there? Where am I?"
A woman who had been sitting in the shadows stood up and came over to me.
"You all right, Nan?" she asked.
"Nan?"I asked.
"You had one of your turns." I'm not Nan."
"No," she said.
"Not that again. We're getting tired of your fancies, Nan. Lets stop it, eh?"
"I cannot understand what you are talking about. What am I doing here? I was in the carriage going to sanctuary."
She laughed.
"Anything to get away from the pots and pans, I see. And don't give yourself such airs. Talk proper like the rest of us. We've just about had enough of you showing off, just because you was once a lady's maid to some grand lady ... and ever since you've been aping her. We don't swallow that, Nan. We never did. You're just Nan. Now get up and down to that kitchen. If you're quick, you might be in time for a crust of bread and a sup of ale."
A terrible fear was creeping over me. I said: "Do you know that I'm the Lady Anne Neville?"