CHAPTER VII

THE BOMBARDMENT OF LONDON

The Bombardment of London, now almost as much forgotten as the all-night

battle of London Bridge, took place also on a Sunday, twenty years

afterwards. It was the concluding scene, and a very fit end--to the long

wars of the Roses.

There was a certain Thomas, a natural son of William Nevill, Lord

Fauconberg, Earl of Kent, generally called the Bastard of Fauconberg, or

Falconbridge. This man was a sailor. In the year 1454 he had received

the freedom of the City of London and the thanks of the Corporation for

his services in putting down the pirates of the North Sea and the

Channel. It is suggestive of the way in which the Civil War divided

families, that though the Earl of Kent did so much to put Edward on the

throne, his son did his best to put up Henry.

He was appointed by Warwick Vice-Admiral of the Fleet, and in that

capacity he held Calais and prevented the despatch of Burgundians to the

help of Edward. He seems to have crossed and recrossed continually.

A reference to the dates shows how slowly news travelled across country.

On April the 14th the Battle of Barnet was fought. At this battle

Warwick fell. On May the 4th the Battle of Tewkesbury finished the hopes

of the Lancastrians. Yet on May the 12th the Bastard of Fauconberg

presented himself at the head of 17,000 Kentish men at the gates of

London Bridge, and stated that he was come to dethrone the usurper

Edward, and to restore King Henry. He asked permission to march through

the town, promising that his men should commit no disturbance or

pillage. Of course they knew who he was, but he assured them that he

held a commission from the Earl of Warwick as Vice-Admiral.

In reply, the Mayor and Corporation sent him a letter, pointing out that

his commission was no longer in force because Warwick was dead nearly

three weeks before, and that his body had been exposed for two days in

St. Paul's; they informed him that the Battle of Barnet had been

disastrous to the Lancastrians, and that runners had informed them of a

great Lancastrian disaster at Tewkesbury, where Prince Edward was slain

with many noble lords of his following.

All this Fauconberg either disbelieved or affected to disbelieve. I

think that he really did disbelieve the story: he could not understand

how this great Earl of Warwick could be killed. He persisted in his

demand for the right of passage. The persistence makes one doubt the

sincerity of his assurances. Why did he want to pass through London? If

he merely wanted to get across he had his ships with him--they had come

up the river and now lay off Ratcliffe. He could have carried his army

across in less time than he took to fight his way. Did he propose to

hold London against Edward, and to keep it while the Lancastrians were

gathering strength? There was still one Lancastrian heir to the throne

at least.

However, the City still refused. They sent him a letter urging him to

lay down his arms and acknowledge Edward, who was now firmly

established.

Seeing that he was not to be moved, the citizens began to look to their

fortifications: on the river side the river wall had long since gone,

but the houses themselves formed a wall, with narrow lanes leading to

the water's edge. These lanes they easily stopped with stones: they

looked to their wall and to their gates.

The Bastard therefore resolved upon an assault on the City. Like a

skilful commander he attacked it at three points. First, however, he

brought in the cannon from his ships, laying them along the shore: he

then sent 3,000 men across the river with orders to divide into two

companies, one for an attack on Aldgate, the other for an attack on

Bishopsgate. He himself undertook the assault on London Bridge. His

cannonade of the City was answered by the artillery of the Tower. We

should like to know more of this bombardment. Did they still use round

stones for shot? Was much mischief done by the cannon? Probably little

that was not easily repaired: the shot either struck the houses on the

river's edge or it went clean over the City and fell in the fields

beyond. Holinshed says that 'the Citizens lodged their great artillerie

against their adversaries, and with violent shot thereof so galled them

that they durst not abide in anie place alongst the water side but were

driven even from their own Ordnance.' Did they, then, take the great

guns from the Tower and place them all along the river? I think not: the

guns could not be moved from the Tower: then the 'heavie artillerie'

could only damage the enemy on the shore opposite--not above the bridge.

The three thousand men told off for the attack on the gates valiantly

assailed them. But they met with a stout resistance. Some of them

actually got into the City at Aldgate, but the gate was closed behind

them, and they were all killed. Robert Basset, Alderman of Aldgate,

performed prodigies of valour. At Bishopsgate they did no good at all.

In the end they fell back. Then the citizens threw open the gates and

sallied forth. The Earl of Kent brought out 500 men by the Tower Postern

and chased the rebels as far as Stepney. Some seven hundred of them were

killed. Many hundreds were taken prisoners and held to ransom, 'as if

they had been Frenchmen,' says the Chronicler.

The attack on the bridge also completely failed. The gate on the south

was fired and destroyed: three score of the houses on the bridge were

fired and destroyed: the north gate was also fired, but at the bridge

end there were planted half a dozen small pieces of cannon, and behind

them waited the army of the citizens. It is a pity that we have not

another Battle of the Bridge to relate.

The captain, seeing that he had no hopes of getting possession of

London, resolved to march westward and meet Edward. By this time, it is

probable that he understood what had happened. He therefore ordered his

fleet to await him in the Mersey, and marched as far as

Kingston-upon-Thames. It is a strange, incongruous story. All his

friends were dead: their cause was hopeless: why should he attempt a

thing impossible? Because it was Warwick's order? Perhaps, however, he

did not think it impossible.

At Kingston he was met by Lord Scales and Nicolas Fanute, Mayor of

Canterbury, who persuaded him 'by fair words' to return. Accordingly, he

marched back to Blackheath, where he dismissed his men, ordering them to

go home peaceably. As for himself, with a company of 600--his sailors,

one supposes--he rejoined his fleet at Chatham, and took his ships round

the coast to Sandwich.

Here he waited till Edward came there. He handed over to the King

fifty-six ships great and small. The King pardoned him, knighted him,

and made him Vice-Admiral of the Fleet. This was in May. Alas! in

September we hear that he was taken prisoner at Southampton, carried to

Middleham, in Yorkshire, and beheaded, and his head put upon London

Bridge.

Why? nobody knows. Holinshed suggests that he had been 'roving,' _i.e._

practising as a pirate. But would the Vice-Admiral of the English fleet

go off 'roving'? Surely not. I take it as only one more of the thousand

murders, perjuries, and treacheries of the worst fifty years that ever

stained the history of the country. There was but one complete way of

safety for Edward--the death of every man, noble or simple, who might

take up arms against him. So the Bastard--this fool who had trusted the

King and given him a fleet--was beheaded like all the rest.

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