ABSTRACT

The king of France had sent Clarence to his grave, but he left all the sorrow and remorse for his deed to Edward. Why should he who had put his own brother to death without a tear weep over the fate of the brother of the king of England ? No, if Louis felt any regret, it was only that the poisoned arrow he had shot into Clarence’s breast had stopped there. For it was at the Duchess Margaret rather than at Clarence that he had aimed, and Margaret, unfortunately, seemed to have escaped unharmed. The quarrel which Le Roux’s insinuations were meant to stir up between Edward and his sister had not come to pass, and to all appearances Clarence’s death had done nothing to remove the danger of an alliance between the king of England and Mary and Maximilian. Yet Louis did not lose confidence in his ability to ward off by one artifice or another the alliance which would be such a catastrophe to him. He would need to play his game with skill, however, and the man he chose to handle his cards for him in England was the Bishop of Elne. Charles de Martigny was not as sharp a gamester as Louis himself, but, notwithstanding some superficial weaknesses, he was no dunce, and he succeeded in playing, as later events showed, a fairly good game, though he got no thanks for it.