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Sam asked, “What can you tell us about the collection? Edmund Mortimer, Second Lord Mortimer—where does he fit in?”
“It’s Mortimer’s grandmother, Maud de Braose, who generated our interest in this display as well as giving us the idea for our event name, A Royal Night at the Museum. Through her children, Maud de Braose is related not only to the last Plantagenet kings, Edward IV through Richard III, but all English monarchs from Henry VIII on. When Grace Herbert-Miller offered the artifacts for display, we couldn’t resist.”
“Impressive,” Sam said. “Anything about Mortimer’s illegitimate son that makes him stand out in history besides a distant link to royalty?”
“Unlike his ancestors, who certainly have their share of skeletons in their closets—massacres, plots to dethrone the king—Sir Edmund Herbert and his descendants appear to have led rather boring and exemplary lives—as long as you overlook his half brother’s feud with this notable character.”
She moved to the adjacent display. “Here we have the illegitimate grandson of Hugh le Despenser, a man who was reputed to be having an affair with King Edward II. Queen Isabella hated him and managed to convince her husband to force Hugh into exile, during which Despenser was said to have turned to piracy.”
A pen-and-ink illustration of a single-masted ship was posted on Despenser’s time line in 1321, with a paragraph below noting that Despenser was “the monster of the sea.”
Remi leaned in for a closer look. “I’m assuming this feud is the reason these two sons were placed next to each other?”
“It is,” the woman said. “When Despenser took to the seas, he attacked a ship belonging to the Mortimer family, which was carrying a fortune belonging to Queen Isabella. Roger Mortimer, who helped Queen Isabella depose her husband, Edward II, from the throne, was eventually executed, and some say it may have been due to the loss of Isabella’s fortune.”
“Despenser?” Remi said. “If I recall my history, Mortimer was executed several years after Despenser.”
“True,” she continued. “But there was also the matter of family honor. For generations, Mortimer and his ancestors had sworn an oath of fealty to the kings they served. Edward III could forgive Mortimer for participating in the deposing of his father, whose relations with Despenser had endangered all of England. But once Edward II had abdicated, Mortimer’s duty was to step aside. He failed to do so.”
Sam, who had always been a history buff, took it all in while examining the artifacts laid out in the cases. “How do these illegitimate sons play into this? Beyond simply being born on the wrong side of the blanket?”
“Sir Edmund Herbert, Mortimer’s half brother, managed to recover part of Isabella’s treasure stolen by Despenser, which in turn brought the Mortimers back into the good graces of Edward III. In contrast, Despenser’s illegitimate son, Roger Bridgeman, carried on the new family tradition of piracy.”
Bridgeman? Sam thought. That certainly explained Avery’s interest.
“Fascinating,” Remi said. “But is this everything?”
“I’m sorry?”
“I mean, all the artifacts from the Mortimer side? We were fortunate enough to run into Grace Herbert-Miller, who mentioned that she’d recently turned everything over to you. Naturally, that made us wonder if this was everything or were there some items that didn’t make it to the display?”
“Well, naturally, not everything would fit, and so we picked the most relevant pieces or those that we thought would tie into our theme. Was there something in particular you were interested in seeing? I might be able to arrange a private viewing at a later date.”
“That,” Remi said, “would be appreciated. Do you have a detailed inventory list of what was turned over?”
The woman hesitated when she noted Remi typing into her phone. “May I ask what your interest is?”
“Writers,” Sam said. “We’re hoping to complete a history on the Mortimer family. And now that we know there’s a Mortimer-Herbert on the wrong side of the blanket, we’d like to add him.”
Remi nodded, holding up her phone. “Notes.”
“Oh,” Miss Walsh said. “Then you’ve come to the right person. Let me get your name and number and I’ll be glad to give you a call.” She pulled a small notepad and pen from her pocket.
“Longstreet,” Remi said. “Mr. and Mrs.” She recited her cell phone number.
“I’ll give you a call.”
As she walked off to speak with other guests, Sam asked Remi, “You get all that?”
“Texting to Selma and committing it to memory as we speak.”
Since Remi had a near-photographic memory, he didn’t doubt it for a second. “Let’s see what else we can find.” He looked up and saw Colin Fisk approaching, in his hand a black cane with a wide brass handle—not that he seemed to walk with any noticeable limp. “Guess who just arrived.”
“Lovely. And here we were having such a good time.”
“How original,” Fisk said. “Man with a gun? That’s all you could think of?”
Sam gave a casual shrug as he scanned the room for any more of Avery’s cronies. “Did the job.” He was surprised to see Fisk without one of his henchmen. “No ‘plus one’?”