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The
tomb chest to Sir Thomas Moyle and
Katherine, his wife, from Eastwell Church
© PE Blanche 2002 |
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The
supposed resting place of
Richard Plantagenet,
the natural son of Richard III
© PE Blanche 2002 |
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The
detailed wording from the side of
the Richard Plantagenet Tomb
© PE Blanche 2002 |
The wording on the
side of the tomb,
now encrusted with lichen,
reads as follows:
REPUTED TO BE
THE TOMB OF
RICHARD
PLANTAGENET
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The
tomb pictured above and the tomb chest pictured to the left are now
far from their Kent home at the Church of St. Mary in Eastwell Park
and are exhibits at the Victoria and Albert Museum in London.
The
tomb to Sir Moyle Finch (1551 - 1614) and his wife, Elizabeth (1556
- 1634), who became Viscountess of Maidstone in 1623 and subsequently,
Countess of Winchilsea in 1628. Originally the monument had eight marble
columns supporting a canopy. The bases of those columns can still be
seen on the monument although they were removed in 1756, long before
the Church became unsafe. The monument was carved by Nicholas Stone
who was the most important English sculptor or the early 17th century.
The
other tomb chest, also in the Victoria and Albert Museum, is in many
respect the more interesting, not because of the size or decoration
but because of the person it was made for and the related story. As
it states under the picture on the top left, it was made for Sir Thomas
Moyle (d. 1560) and his wife Katherine (d. after 1560) who was the Grandfather
of Sir Moyle Finch who is depicted on the tomb in the top picture. What
is particularly interesting is why Sir Thomas Moyle and his tomb are
linked to the rough stone tomb and the person underneath it which still
remains at Eastwell, against what would have been the North Chancel
wall.
I
do not often quote from other books but in this case, the story as told
in Arthur Mee's, "Kent", tells the tale perfectly and
reads as follows:
"...Sir
Thomas Moyle, building his great house here, was much struck by a white
bearded man his mates called Richard. There was a mystery about him.
In the rest hour, while the others talked or threw dice, this old man
would go apart and read a book. Now there were very few working men
who could read in 1545, and Sir Thomas on this fine morning did not
rest till he had won the confidence of the man and got his story from
him.
Richard told Sir Thomas that he was brought up by a schoolmaster. From
time to time a gentleman came who paid for his food and schooling and
asked many questions to discover if he was well cared for. One day when
the boy was in his early teens the gentleman said he was going to take
Richard on a visit. It must have been a very exciting journey, made
on horseback across 15th century England to an unknown goal. At length
they came to a vast camp all a-buzz with knights and bowmen. The boy
was brought to a tent, where he saw a stately man in a rich suit of
armour.
He put his hands on the boy's shoulders, and, gazing at him, said: "Richard,
I am your father, and if I prevail in tomorrow's battle I will provide
for you as befits your blood. But it may be that I shall be defeated,
killed; that I shall not see you again."
The boy asked, stammering: "Sir, Father! Who are you?"
"I am King of England today," said the man; "but only
Heaven knows what I may be tomorrow, for the rebels are strong. If the
Earl of Richmond wins the day he will seek out Plantagenets and crush
them. Tell no one who you are unless I am victorious."
The next day a man came riding from the battle crying: The King has
lost! The reign of the Plantagenets was over. The Tudors had begun.
It was the end of the long civil wars. Each time the crown had changed
hands there had been wholesale murder among all the boys and men related
to the king just dead. So Richard went in terror of rope or axe, poison
or dagger. He obeyed his father's bidding. Never did he breathe a word
of his birth. He described himself as a poor orphan.
He had been happy. He had been able to earn, by honest toil, enough
money to give him lodgings and bread; he had found much consolation
from reading; and he had gained truer friends than princes usually have.
Sir Thomas Moyle, listening to this wonderful story, determined that
the last Plantagenet should not want in his old age. He had a little
house built for him in the park, and instructed his steward to provide
for it every day. Richard was able to spend his last years in reading
and in walking about the lanes of Eastwell. He is lost in history, but
he is in the register of burials here, and a tomb, certainly earlier
than his date, which remains among the ruins is pointed out as his burial-place."
[end of quote]
Richard
Plantagenet was the illegitimate son of Richard III and after the Battle
of Bosworth, fled back to Kent and worked on the Eastwell Estate, supposedly
as a carpenter although I have seen another source which says he was
a stone mason. I am not sure why the comment should be made in the above
quote that the tomb "is earlier than his date" as the stone
could well have been reused from another source. This is particularly
pertinent because when the tomb of Sir Thomas Moyle was examined at
the Victoria and Albert Museum, that too was found to have been constructed
from stone that had previously been used elsewhere. Anyway, it would
be nice to believe the individual who might have been the last of the
Plantagenet line (or possibly a King of England if the Battle of Bosworth
had ended differently) lies here peacefully in these beautiful surroundings.
(This may, of course, bit a little romantic! In the book, "The
Royal Bastards of England" [delicate title] by Wilson and Curteis,
Richard III is credited with managing to sire as many as seven bastard
children. It is beyond the scope of these pages of who might have succeeded
to what position as a result of Richard's little dalliances!)
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