The flamboyant Edward IV shares with his luckless rival Henry VI
the dubious distinction of being the only king of England to reign
twice. In 1461 and 1471, thanks to Warwick the Kingmaker, the two
men played box and cox in what turned out to be a humiliating royal
timeshare. But after Edward had defeated Warwick and disposed of
Henry, he ruled for a dozen prosperous and largely undisturbed
years, during which he achieved another distinction. He was the
first king for more than a century and a half who did not die in
debt — in fact, he actually left his successor a little money in
the kitty.
Edward was England’s first and last businessman monarch.
Clapping folk around the shoulders and cracking dirty jokes, he was
also an unashamed wheeler-dealer. He set up his own trading
business, making handsome profits on exporting wool and tin to
Italy, while importing Mediterranean cargoes like wine, paper,
sugar and oranges. He ran the Crown lands with the keen eye of a
bailiff, and when it came to PR with the merchant community he was
a master of corporate hospitality.
One day in 1482 Edward invited the Lord Mayor of London, the
aldermen and ‘a certain number of such head commoners as the mayor
would assign’ to join him in the royal forest at Waltham in Essex.
There, in today’s golf-course country, they were treated to a
morning of sport, then conveyed ‘to a strong and pleasant lodge
made of green boughs and other pleasant things. Within which lodge
were laid certain tables, whereat at once the said mayor and his
company were set and served right plenteously with all manner of
dainties… and especially of venison, both of red deer and of
fallow.’ After lunch the King took his guests hunting again, and a
few days later sent their wives ‘two harts and six bucks with a tun
of Gascon Wine’.
It could be said that Edward IV invented the seductive flummery
of the modern honours list when he made six London aldermen Knights
of the Bath. Like the Order of the Garter, the Order of the Bath,
which referred to the ritual cleansing that a squire underwent when
he became a knight, was primarily a military honour. Now the King
extended the bait to rich civilians that he wanted to keep on side:
a moneylender would kneel down as Bill Bloggs, the sword would
touch his shoulder, and he arose Sir William.
Edward understood that everyone had his price — himself
included. In 1475 he had taken an army across the Channel where he
met up with the French King at Picquigny near Amiens — and promptly
did a deal to take his army home again. For a down payment of
75,000 crowns and a pension of 50,000 a year, he cheerfully sold
off his birthright — England’s claim to the French territories for
which so many of his ancestors had fought so bloodily over the
years.
The Treaty of Picquigny brought peace and prosperity to England,
but not much honour. Edward’s reign was too undramatic for
Shakespeare to write a play about — one reason, perhaps, why Edward
is sometimes called England’s ‘forgotten king’. But the beautiful
St George’s Chapel at Windsor, designed to outshine the chapel that
his rival Henry VI had built at Eton College in the valley below,
remains his memorial. And the Royal Book reveals a sumptuous court
— along with a diverting little insight into how comfortably this
fleshly monarch lived. After he had risen every morning, a yeoman
was deputed to leap on to his bed and roll up and down so as to
level out the lumps in the litter of bracken and straw that made up
the royal mattress.
In 1483, Edward IV retired to his mattress unexpectedly, having
caught a chill while fishing. He died some days later, aged only
forty. Had this cynical yet able man lived just a few years longer,
his elder son Edward, only twelve at the time of his death, might
have been able to build on his legacy. As it was, young Edward and
his younger brother soon found themselves inside the Tower of
London, courtesy of their considerate uncle Richard.
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