The Tudors crash the party again

Okay, I made a break for it when Lionheart was busy cursing out his doctor. I am beginning to wonder if he is dragging out his dying just to spite me. But quickly, for May 24th. On this date in 1444, Henry VI was betrothed to Marguerite d’Anjou. If she could be given a glimpse into the future to see what misery this marriage would bring her, I wonder if she would have run for the closest convent?
And on May 24, 1487, the Yorkist pretender Lambert Simnel was crowned in Dublin; his claim that he was the Earl of Warwick was supported by Margaret of York and Richard’s nephew, John de la Pole, the Earl of Lincoln, but it ended bloodily for John at the battle of Stoke Field later that year. I always thought it was strange that they claimed he was the Earl of Warwick when the real Warwick was being held captive in the Tower of London; wouldn’t they have been better off had they advanced the claim that he was one of Edward’s missing sons? Henry Tudor famously gave Lambert Simnel a job turning a spit in the royal kitchens instead of tossing him in the Tower, and I have actually heard it argued that this was proof of Henry’s “clemency.” Anyone who uses the words “clemency” and “Henry Tudor” in the same sentence is not that well acquainted with the man who dated his reign from the day before Bosworth Field so he could then charge with treason those who’d fought for Richard III. It was a shrewd political maneuver, a clever way of mocking the young pretender and the Yorkists who’d supported him. Say what you will of Tudor, he was clever.
Now back to Chalus. Over the years and books, I’ve had characters die in a number of different ways. Many died bloodily, of course. Others died of TB and pneumonia and typhoid fever and septicemia and dysentery and in childbirth. But I’ve concluded that gangrene is by far the worst way to go. Aside from those poor souls who were tortured to death, of course.