The Knight of Swords and Spooks by Terry Deary Page A

in body now. “I shouldn’t have said that! But … but the Rat is the man you’ve just met … Sir Richard Ratcliffe – one of King Richard’s most trusted knights. The Cat is another … Sir William Catesby. And Lovell is Lord Francis Lovell … the king’s favourite.”

    “They rule England?”
    “With the help of the Hog – that’s King Richard himself,” Robin whispered.
    “You can’t call the king a hog!” George whispered back.
    “It’s his badge – a wild boar – a hog,” Robin explained.
    “Robin?”

    “Yes, Master George.”
    “Why are we whispering?”
    “Ah … the man who made up that rhyme about the Rat, the Cat, and Lovell the Dog, was called Collingham. When the king heard about it, he had Collingham executed. So never call Ratcliffe the Rat!”
    The old servant gripped the boy by the shoulders. “You are heading into terrible danger, Master George.”

    George shook his head.
    “I’m going to train to be a knight. I may be knocked off my horse once or twice, but it’s not real danger!” he smiled.
    Robin did not return the smile. “Is that what your father told you?” he asked.
    “Yes,” George said. “Why? Would father lie to me? What is the truth?”
    The door to George’s room was open and Ratcliffe stood there with his sour mouth turned down at the corners. “Truth about what?”

    George had learned Robin’s lessons well – a knight does not show fear. “What is the truth about my journey to Nottingham?”
    Ratcliffe glared at the boy.
    “England is in terrible danger,” he said, and he sat on a stool by the door. He took out his dagger and used the point to clean his nails as he talked.
    “ Danger ?” George asked.
    “There is an enemy of the king called Henry Tudor – he has landed in Wales and he is gathering an army. He wants to take the throne from King Richard.”
    The boy gasped. “And the king wants me to fight?”
    Ratcliffe sneered. “No, the king wants your father to fight. Your father and your uncle Will can command five or six thousand men. The king needs those men in his army. There is a great battle coming. One of the greatest England has ever seen. King Richard has to win it.”
    “He’ll win with my father’s help,” George said. He had seen the soldiers in the fields outside the castle, and watched them train, with the archers sending so many arrows into the sky that the sun turned dark.

    Knights practised their fighting on horseback and on foot – swinging swords and axes and heavy clubs they called maces. They rode back into the castle each night to rest and seemed happy. The Stanley army was ready to fight.

    Sir Richard Ratcliffe stood up and placed the knife point under the boy’s chin. “Yes, young George.With your father’s help we will win … but what if your father does not help?”

    “Not help?”
    “What if your father turned traitor and fought for Henry Tudor? Then we would lose. You see the problem?”
    “Why would my father fight for Henry Tudor?”
    Ratcliffe nodded. “I suppose they don’t tell you things like that. Henry Tudor is your father’s stepson … your stepbrother. Sir Thomas may switch sides and fight for Henry. So, we need a hostage .” The knife tip pricked the soft skin of George’s throat. “And if your father betrays King Richard … then you know what will happen?”
    Suddenly George did know. “You will kill me?”
    This time, Ratcliffe gave a real, wide smile. “Oh, yes, little George. We will kill you!”

Chapter Three
Cheers and Chains
    The ride to Nottingham was grim. George was always watched by three men-at-arms. His servant Robin was forced to ride at the back with the baggage wagon and Sir Richard Ratcliffe hardly spoke.

    Nottingham Castle loomed above them and even on that summer day it seemed cold and unfriendly.
    The fields outside the town were littered with tents of all sorts. Some fine ones with coloured stripes for the lords and some ragged shelters for the poorest