Tower of London Page #4

Mistress Shore.

What manner of man are you

that you can live with such evil

on your conscience?

Geldor.

The children are

your flesh and blood,

the sons of your brother!

All you have to do is testify

that they are not my flesh and blood.

That would make it easier

on my conscience, then,

would it not, Mistress Shore?

Geldor!

I cannot do it!

Please have mercy!

Two more turns,

and you'll plead to do it!

Geldor!

Make it stop!

Why don't you ask him yourself,

Mistress Shore?

Geldor is an understanding man.

Is it worth it, Mistress Shore?

I'm afraid it's too late, milord.

She's dead.

It's a pity.

I'm going to be a tumbler

when I grow up.

Good, and I'll come watch you.

You'll be chief tumbler

of all England!

Do you hear that, Uncle Richard?

Tomorrow someone must teach me

how to be a tumbler.

Tomorrow you will help your brother

learn the formalities

of the coronation.

You're gonna be king.

Why can't you give orders?

When he is older, Richard.

But until then,

he will take orders.

That is why your father

named me his Protector.

Is something wrong, Uncle?

No. No, nothing, no.

Only my fears, my apprehensions.

Your father entrusted me

to see that you came to power

in an untroubled England, Edward.

That you had the loyalty

of all your subjects.

Well, don't I, Uncle?

There are certain armed forces

to the north,

that, as of now, have failed

to declare an oath of loyalty.

Do you speak of my father?

Yes, I do, Lady Margaret.

When the crown is securely

on Prince Edward's head,

that oath will be sworn and upheld.

Milord, you may rest assured

that the loyalty of Lord Stanley

is to the rightful heir

and none other.

That is all we require, Sir Justin,

loyalty.

For so young a king,

it has grown late.

I enjoyed the performance.

Thank you very much, Mother.

It's past bedtime

for young princes also.

Mistress Shore?

Mistress Shore?

Lady Margaret, will you tend them?

Yes, Your Majesty.

Your Majesty, I do not see

Mistress Shore here tonight.

Is she ill?

Mistress Shore is dead.

As Protector of the Realm, I cannot

tolerate treachery to the crown.

Mistress Shore has been executed

for such treachery.

There was no more faithful woman

in the castle.

I had always thought that myself,

Your Majesty,

but when she admitted her crime,

I had no choice.

Mistress Shore

has been spreading rumors

that the young princes

are illegitimate,

and, therefore,

not heirs to the throne.

This is a lie! She would have

no reason for doing such a thing.

Unless, of course,

our enemies to the north

are using weapons

other than armor.

You have executed

a most trusted woman of this court

without trial.

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