On this day, 18th February in 1478, a royal duke was executed for treason at the Tower of London. George, duke of Clarence was the brother of King Edward IV, but the relationship between the royal siblings had been fraught with friction for years. Their problems were probably intensified by the turbulence and uncertainty of the Wars of the Roses, a time when no relationship was hallowed and no head was safe on its shoulders. Worse still, treason against a brother was shocking enough during the Middle Ages, but George was guilty twice over. Clarence’s story is one of frustrated ambitions, twisted loyalties and dicey power grabs that played out against a backdrop of bitter civil war. Little wonder, then, that the way he met his end is cloaked in mystery. What is known, however, is that he was neither beheaded nor hanged, the usual methods of dispatching the condemned. Instead it’s believed that – possibly by his own choice – he was drowned in a butt of Malmsey wine.

George, duke of Clarence, troubled brother to Edward IV and Richard III
George was born on 21st October 1449, the third surviving son of Richard Plantagenet, duke of York (1411-1460) and Cecily Neville (d.1495), daughter to the earl of Westmorland. This put him among the highest nobility, but as a younger son he had no great hereditary expectations. Although he was charming and clever, described as ‘right witty and well visaged’, he was also jealous, unstable and ruthlessly ambitious, and it was the combination of these dark and dangerous traits that was ultimately to be his undoing.

Cecily Neville, daughter of the earl of Westmorland, and Mum to George, Edward IV and Richard III

…and Dad – Richard Plantagenet, duke of York
Despite being handsomely endowed with lands and title by the king, George refused to marry the continental princess that Edward had worked hard to secure for him, setting his cap instead at the English heiress Isabel Neville, the eldest daughter of Richard Neville, the ‘Kingmaker’ earl of Warwick and the most powerful noble in the land. But the former close relations between Warwick and the king were deteriorating fast over Edward’s own choice of wife and in-laws, so the king vetoed the match. Undeterred, George defied his brother and married Isabel in Calais in July 1469 before returning to England with Warwick to link up with the shadowy northern rebel, Robin of Redesdale, who was denouncing Edward’s ‘evil’ government and his favourites. The rebel and royal armies clashed at the Battle of Edgcote near Banbury, and following the rebels’ victory Warwick caught Edward and threw him into prison. However, Warwick’s attempt to declare Edward a bastard and put George on the throne floundered without support from the nobility, and by 1470 Edward was released and back in power. Unsurprisingly, Warwick and George beat a hasty retreat into exile in France, but the following year in a gesture of magnanimity Edward forgave George’s treachery and the pair were reconciled. Sadly, though, the rekindled brotherly love wasn’t to last.

Warwick Castle, looking across to Caesar’s Tower, where Warwick held Edward IV prisoner while he tried to hand the crown to George.
In 1471, following the death of Warwick at the Battle of Barnet a blazing row blew up between the York brothers over the Warwick inheritance. The youngest brother Richard, duke of Gloucester (later Richard III), wanted to marry his childhood sweetheart, the recently widowed Anne Neville, Isabel’s younger sister. George, however, had been determined to keep the vast Warwick estates to himself by ensuring he had custody and control of Anne, but after a debate before the royal council Richard won Anne’s hand and Edward’s consent. Flouted in his acquisitive ambition, the enraged George soon set his sights on the crown again.

Richard Neville, earl of Warwick, ‘The Kingmaker’
Following Isabel’s death in 1476 things went from bad to worse for George, duke of Clarence. The following year he overstepped his authority by abducting, indicting and executing in one day a woman who he was convinced had poisoned Isabel, who had in fact died of the after effects of childbirth. The same year he asked Edward if he could marry Mary of Burgundy, ‘the greatest heiress of her time’, but the king, probably distrusting George with such power, dismissed the idea out of hand. Soon rumours of Edward’s illegitimacy were circulating again, most likely nurtured by George, and he and the king complained vociferously about one another, compounding their mutual hostility. The last straw came when a member of George’s household, Thomas Burdet was found guilty and executed for ‘having imagined and compassed’ the death of the king, a crime of high treason. The furious George had Burdet’s declaration of innocence given on the scaffold read to the royal council, and when the king heard his brother had supported a convicted traitor he summoned him to Westminster where he was denounced for serious misconduct and later imprisoned in the Tower. In January 1478 George was put on trial for ‘heinous unnatural and loathly treason’, with the king leading the prosecution in person. George was found guilty and sentenced to death.
It seems that Edward may have regretted condemning his brother to an early grave. He was reluctant to proceed with the execution and dithered over the matter for weeks. Eventually parliament forced his hand and on 18th February 1478 George was quietly executed at the Tower. Edward is said to have grieved the loss of his brother, funding an expensive funeral, a monument and a chantry foundation in his name at Tewksbury, one of George’s main residences. Some historians believe that Clarence’s trial and death were orchestrated by Edward’s queen, Elizabeth Woodville, fearful that the unhinged duke posed a threat to the succession of her son, and many feel that Edward was pushed into killing his brother against his will.

The Tower of London, where George met his wine-soaked end
Whatever the truth, George has certainly divided opinion over the centuries. Some hail him as a great alms-giver, a generous benefactor of the church and a skilled arbitrator in disputes between his retainers, while others accuse him of incompetence and even insanity. His actions are, indeed, often hard to explain and tend to suggest a decline in his mental health. As to his death, some say he was stabbed and then drowned, while others believe the duke was allowed to choose the manner of his own death and his choice reflected his fondness for drinking. What a way to go. But with his record of fluid loyalties, treacherous plots and over-mighty ambitions, George, duke of Clarence certainly proved to be an intriguing and enigmatic figure, right to the very end.
What a daft way to go – everybody knows it’s Chardonnay for drownings!
Another excellent post my love, he certainly led a tumultuous life.
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They said that George ‘the fool’ had chosen a ‘fool’s death’. I’d favour Prosecco myself… or mead… Glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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lol! Nah, Prosecco wouldn’t do, the bubbles would get up your nose 😀
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…death by bubblebath.
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Lolol – Relaxed to death by a Radox bath…
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I’ve been missing these gems – and what a cracker to come back with. Full of intrigue, double dealing and drowning in a barrel of booze. Right up my street 🙂
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Thanks Malc, it is quite a story, isn’t it? Glad you enjoyed all the drama. George is another great character from the middle ages and I’ve always been fascinated by him. I’ll do my best to do another post before I finish my dissertation – when I can get round to blogging it’s a great bit of light relief from all the heavy academic stuff! Thanks for reading and keep in touch. 🙂
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I can tell by the way you write your posts that you enjoy doing them – and you know that I’ve always enjoyed reading them.
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Thanks Malc, that meas a great deal. 🙂
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🙂
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One of the first historical tales I remember hearing. You’ve done him proud!
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Thanks, John, that’s kind of you to say. If this was one of your earliest historical stories, it’s no wonder you got interested in the past! Hope all’s well with you.
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I was about five when my father told me, probably because we were watching Shakespeare at the time. Regards and keep safe.
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How wonderful! What a great dad you had, with his liking for mead and telling you great stories like this. Sounds as though he was a thoroughly good chap.
All the best to you too, John, and keep safe. 🙂
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Thank you. Look forward to future blogs.
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Thanks John. I’ll try and get another one out before the dissertation deadline. 🙂
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Good luck with it.
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Thanks John. I’ll need it with all that’s going on at the moment. Take care of yourself and roll on summer.
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That is certainly a unique way to go! Another group of troublesome relationships, the quest for power, and love for drinking. So much so to possibly choose to drown wine. Wow!
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I thought so too, Robyn. You’ve got to love a drink to make that choice! It’s another example of the great dysfunctional family that was the Plantagenets though – some of their stories are so far out you couldn’t even make them up! Glad you enjoyed it, and hope all’s well with you and yours. 🙂
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I think most of them were dysfunctional families back then! I reckon his brother let him choose his own method of execution.
Timely post – I was just wondering yesterday how you were!
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Hi Carol, I think you’re right, I reckon George was given the choice of how to die. I have a theory that because nobles were often let off at the last minute, he came up with such a strange way to go believing that it wouldn’t really happen. Unfortunately for him, though, it did. I do love the Plantagenets – they’re arguably the most dysfunctional family in British history!
I must have read your mind then! I’m OK thanks – just – but with the lockdown and school closures I’ve had to pretty much give up blogging until after my dissertation, so my presence in the blogsphere will have to be very thin on the ground until the summer. I’m still trying to get the odd post out though – I am paying for the site after all! It’s great to hear from you anyway, and I trust all’s well with you too? 🙂
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I’ve been doing lots of hillwalking on the same few hills – not fed up of them yet though 🙂 Our weather is rarely very good though – it was flooding in Keswick today when I left work and I’m back again tomorrow morning after another full night of torrential rain and gales!
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Oh goodness, that sounds rough. We’ve had a lot of the same down here, and I’ve seen some areas flooded as never before. And we had all that freezing weather just a week or so ago. Strange weather we’re having indeed. I don’t think I could get fed up with the kind of hills you’re walking. At least you have that wonderful landscape at your fingertips. Any interesting bird life? We’ve seen barn owls nearly every day locally. That’s been a treat. 🙂
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I’m getting more and more bird types in my garden but nothing out of the ordinary (I think it’s because I ground-feed as well as the hanging feeders) – I get the following most days: collared doves, woodpeckers (at least 2), yellowhammers (4 males and 1 female – ooerrr), blackbirds, great tits, bluetits, starlings, rooks, a pheasant, the odd wood pigeon, a horrid buzzard after the little birds 😦 and a huge mass of sparrows live in my hedge!
I see the occasional barn owl on the lane above the village when I’m coming home from work and the odd heron in the mountain gills. I did see a really unusual bird from the train the other day – a wader of some type but around half the size or less of a heron and pure white.
I also had what I think was a ‘leucistic blackbird’ the other day – it had a completely white breast!
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Ah, the white heron will be an egret. They’re lovely, and becoming more and more common it seems, which is good news. I hardly ever saw them until a couple of years ago and now we see them quite a lot. We saw quite a few on the Welsh castle quest. Lovely little things. Sounds like you have quite the avian menagerie up there. We get loads of red kites around here now, which are really stunning.
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I did wonder if it was an egret – keep meaning to look it up in my bird book! Thanks for that 🙂
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I always learn so much from your posts! And with a title like that, who wouldn’t want to read on?! I hope it’s true that he was allowed to choose his own death.
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Only too pleased to help broaden your historical knowledge, Sarah, and I’m so glad you enjoyed reading about George. I think most likely he was allowed to choose the manner of his own death, as I doubt anyone else would have come up with that idea. As I said to someone else, I have a theory that he asked for the wine-soaking because he didn’t really expect it to happen. High nobility were often let off at the last moment, so that might explain the creative thinking. Sadly, of course, he was in for a shock!
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Reblogged this on Serendipity Seeking Intelligent Life on Earth and commented:
The Plantagenets had some remarkably interesting ways of killing each other. They invented some of the most vile methods of execution ever and they didn’t confine their creative efforts to “the bad guys.” They also happily killed each other. By the time the Tudors came to power, there weren’t a lot of Plantagenets left — and by the time Elizabeth I was finished with her long reign, there were effectively none. I’ve always felt the family urgently needed group counseling, suggesting that sending an army to usurp dad might not be the best way to resolve family issues. Alas, there were no family therapists wandering around medieval England.
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That’s a great intro to the post, Marilyn! Thanks for the reblog, and I’m glad you enjoyed reading all about the hapless George. Indeed, the Plantagenets are an endless source of entertainment and of stories you just couldn’t make up. That’s precisely why I love them so much. As far as history goes, you just can’t beat ’em. Who knows, maybe it was the Plantagenets that inspired the idea of family therapy! 😀 😉
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