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The Usurper King by Mercedes Rochelle is a Kindle Unlimited Bookish Event pick #historicalfiction #histfic #ku #giveaway



Title: THE USURPER KING

 

Author: MERCEDES ROCHELLE

 

Genre: HISTORICAL FICTION

 

Book Blurb:

 

From Outlaw to Usurper, Henry Bolingbroke fought one rebellion after another.

First, he led his own uprising. Then he captured a forsaken king. Henry had no intention of taking the crown for himself; it was given to him by popular acclaim. Alas, it didn't take long to realize that that having the kingship was much less rewarding than striving for it. Only three months after his coronation, Henry IV had to face a rebellion led by Richard's disgruntled favorites. Repressive measures led to more discontent. His own supporters turned against him, demanding more than he could give. The haughty Percies precipitated the Battle of Shrewsbury which nearly cost him the throne—and his life. To make matters worse, even after Richard II's funeral, the deposed monarch was rumored to be in Scotland, planning his return. The king just wouldn't stay down and malcontents wanted him back.

 

EXCERPT:

 

Henry Bolingbrook wins over his uncle

 

Edmund Langley, the Duke of York was waiting for them at the Church of St. Mary's. It was an old edifice hosting many generations of the Berkeley family within its humble vaulted nave. Accompanied by his nobles, Henry pushed open the door and slowly entered, looking over the silent effigies lining both sides of the church. His uncle stood before the altar, waiting in the gloom. At his side hovered John Beaufort and a handful of knights like so many ghosts.

 

Henry could just imagine that the Duke of York wanted nothing more than to sit down; he knew his uncle suffered from severe arthritis, and this audience was undoubtedly a strain for him.

 

The newcomers moved closer. York's face, usually so affable, was drawn and frowning. Despite himself, Henry felt a pang of guilt.

 

Putting his hands on his hips, the duke stuck out his chin. "You have much to answer for, Henry Bolingbroke. How dare you drag your horde of bandits across England, pillaging the good people who have done nothing to deserve this outrage?"

 

Henry extended his hands. "Uncle, uncle. Give me a chance to explain."

 

"Don't uncle me! You have been forbidden to return these six years, and here you are, just as soon as the king conveniently leaves the country. Surely you must know I speak for him."

 

"I do, your grace. And I trust your good judgment."

 

"My good judgment!" York sputtered. "My good judgment! I judge that you are outlawed." He threw up his hands, turning around. Fists went back onto his hips.

 

Despite York's words, Henry felt his uncle spoke out of obligation rather than conviction. He took a step forward. "It was Bolingbroke who was outlawed. I speak for Lancaster."

 

Temporarily at a loss, York opened and closed his mouth. The trembling of his thin white beard betrayed his inner conflict. Henry took advantage of his discomfiture.

 

"Uncle, listen to me. My poor father, whom I was not allowed to see even at the last, would have trusted you to look after my entitlements—just as he would have looked after your son's claims had they been challenged. I ask no less of you. You know I have been wronged..." He paused, waiting for an answer. None was forthcoming.

 

Percy stepped up next to Henry. "This issue touches all of us," he said in his gruff voice. "We stand united behind Lancaster. If such a great inheritance can be thus taken away, then none of us are safe."

 

Unresolved, York lowered his head.

 

"And what have I done to deserve this treatment?" Henry pleaded. "What treason have I committed? I only ask to be given what I was promised: the ability to sue for my inheritance. I have come to claim my own." He dropped to one knee. "I am prepared to swear to this, before the altar."

 

Throwing up his hands, York turned toward the sepulcher. "Then do so, nephew." He crossed his arms, waiting.

 

Exchanging glances with Percy, Henry moved forward, kneeling under the great crucifix. "I swear, as God is my witness, I have come to claim my inheritance. That is all." He crossed himself.

 

"Hmm." York was unconvinced. "Why do you need such a large army to merely claim your inheritance?"

 

Considering his oath discharged, Henry stood. "I am well aware that if I fell into the king's hands, my life would be forfeit."

 

"So you will confront the king as well?"

 

"If I must, uncle. I believe he seeks to enrich himself with Lancaster's patrimony. Many would call King Richard a tyrant. Many feel he needs the guidance of wiser heads."

 

"Like yours, I suppose?" York's voice was shrill.

 

"And yours, uncle. We have had ruling councils before."

 

Snorting in disgust, the duke turned away.

 

"Surely you have heard the cries of the people," Henry pleaded. "The king is not satisfied with one pardon. He requires many. He demands surety from every side. No man knows whether he is safe from arrest. No one knows whether their possessions will fall prey to the king's cupidity. As Lord High Steward of England, I have sworn to right these wrongs." He paused; whether he should be acting High Steward was anyone's guess. So far, no one debated his right to it—even York, it seemed.

 

Turning again, the duke balanced on legs spread wide. "You have sworn to right these wrongs? By deposing the king?"

 

"That is not my intent." Henry gestured to the others. "Ask them. They would not follow a usurper."

 

Setting his mouth, York glared at Henry's companions. They stared back at him, not giving an inch. The silence stretched uncomfortably.

 

Finally, the duke gave in, shaking his head. "All right. So be it. I no longer have the means to oppose you." Pausing, he raised a finger threateningly. "But do not assume I give you a free hand in this. You are bound by your word."

 

Allowing himself a sigh of relief, Henry put on his gloves. "I hope to convince you we mean to do the best for England's sake."

 

Grunting again, York sat heavily on the nearest pew. It was the dismissal Henry was waiting for. He knew that in time, he would be able to cozen his uncle. For the moment, however, it would probably be better to let him get used to his failure as regent. It wasn't York's fault. He had done the best he could, considering that the king had left him with very few resources. Luckily for Henry. Luckily for Lancaster. So far, things had gone amazingly well. Henry almost couldn't believe it.

 

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Once again, we have Shakespeare as an inspiration, though his two plays about Henry IV are more about his son—and the irrepressible Falstaff. Poor Henry gets short shrift! Henry Bolingbroke never got along with King Richard II, who exiled him then confiscated his inheritance. He had tremendous support when returning to England to reclaim his patrimony, and he took the crown by popular acclaim. But after his coronation he soon ran out of money and his insolvency bred disillusionment. One revolt after another turned him into a bitter man, and his usurpation haunted him for the rest of his life.

 

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Author Biography:

 

Mercedes Rochelle is an ardent lover of medieval history, and has channeled this interest into fiction writing. Her first four books cover eleventh-century Britain and events surrounding the Norman Conquest of England. The next series is called The Plantagenet Legacy about the struggles and abdication of Richard II, leading to the troubled reigns of the Lancastrian Kings. She also writes a blog: HistoricalBritainBlog.com to explore the history behind the story. Born in St. Louis, MO, she received by BA in Literature at the Univ. of Missouri St.Louis in 1979 then moved to New York in 1982 while in her mid-20s to “see the world”. The search hasn’t ended! Today she lives in Sergeantsville, NJ with her husband in a log home they had built themselves.

 

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