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“The ayes have it, the ayes have it. Unlock.”
And with the drop of the gavel, it was done. Years of loyalty and hard work and this was his thanks. It would never have happened to Edward, but in less than two years he had already happened to him. Even though the room was in a raucous, Richard sat complete still as if made of stone. He faintly perceived that someone was speaking t him, but didn’t register what they were saying, instead focusing his gaze on the man responsible for all of this. He sat very still as well, slowly clapping his hands, smirking. If you could call him a man, the boy was barely old enough for his trousers. Now he sat on the front row smirking. Two years ago, he appeared out of nowhere only to start smiling his way through Westminster. They had said that he could be a “breath of fresh air” for the Lancastrian party, for all of Britain, even, some said. To Richard he had always seemed more like a hurricane coming in from Europe to drench them all. Tudor should have stayed in Brussels, where he couldn’t do any damage. They didn’t need new, continental, ideas here. They had been fine, they were fine. Yet, Tudor sat there as if he had already won. But he hadn’t, Richard still had a fortnight to put every thing right again. The censure motion had passed, but that was just a temporary setback. If they wanted a new Government, he would get them one, and everyone would move on and forget this ever happened. Tudor would not get his election.