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f the revenues of some lands in Wales, but made him exchange them for revenues of the county of Guisnes of equal value-I can't think why.'
'I can,' said Grant.
'You can?'
'Has it struck you that all his honours and his corn-missions are outside England? Even the reward of land revenues.'
'Yes, so they are. What does that convey to you?'
'Nothing at the moment. Perhaps he just found Guisnes better for his bronchial catarrh. It is possible to read too much into historical transactions. Like Shakespeare's plays, they are capable of almost endless interpretations. How long did this honeymoon with Henry VII last?'
'Oh, quite a long time. Everything was just grand until 1502.'
'What happened in 1502?'
'Henry heard that he had been ready to help one of the York crowd in the Tower to escape to Germany. He sent the whole garrison of Calais to besiege the castle at Guisnes. That wasn't quick enough for him, so he sent his Lord Privy Seal-know what that is?'
Grant nodded.
'Sent his Lord Privy Seal-what names you English have dreamed up for your Elks officials-to offer him safe conduct if he would come aboard a ship at Calais and confer with the Chancellor of the Exchequer.'
'Don't tell me.'
'I don't need to, do I? He finished up in a dungeon in the Tower. And was beheaded "in great haste and without trial" on May 6th 1502.'
'And what about his confession?'
'There wasn't one.'
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