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By Susan Lamb It was a bright Saturday morning and the Richard III Society was totally buzzing with excitement. It hadn’t seen this much excitement since Richard’s new wig in the museum. But today was the launch of a brand‑new apple variety, grown right there in Leicester, named after our good king Richard III. It…
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It was a blisteringly hot summer day — the kind that made even the cathedral’s cool stone feel faintly warm to the touch. The vicar sat slumped in a pew, his collar limp, fanning himself weakly with a service sheet. Around him, several electric fans whirred in a tired, half‑hearted way. Richard drifted over, frowning…
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By Susan Lamb. Richard was going for a nice quiet walk… until it was not. Richard slipped out of the peace of the cathedral for a rare moment of solitude. The gardens were quiet, the early spring air crisp, and his statue was standing in its usual heroic pose — the one he privately thought made…
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By Susan Lamb Richard was feeling very bored and restless. A medieval ghost-king in a cathedral is never a good thing, especially when he’s bored. The congregation left their coats and hats neatly on the pews while they were rehearsing songs for an event in the local home for the bewildered and lost. Richard drifted…
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By Sue Lamb Richard was doing his very best to look dignified and regal as usual. He was standing near his tomb, his arms folded, trying to project an air of ‘Plantagenet power’ in case any tourists with cameras wandered by. He’d been practising his ‘look’ in front of the mirror in the Gents conveniences…
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The cathedral is dim and quiet, the early-morning hush broken only by the faint hum of machinery being tested near the chancel. A group of tech consultants in matching polo shirts bustle around a tall, coffin-shaped metal frame draped in a dust sheet. Richard and Anne drift in through the north transept, mid-conversation. “I’m telling…
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Richard III had seen many things since haunting Leicester Cathedral — bishops fainting, tourists taking selfies with his tomb and one memorable incident involving a guide dog who could see him. But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared him for the arrival of 4B from St. Margaret’s Primary School. They came in just like a wave of noise,…
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Well, even grisly notions can make me laugh….! It could have been her, of course, or him.
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