"My lord," Geoffrey said slowly, "such matters require preparation. We first have to call back the current ambassador…"
"Too long," Henry said.
Geoffrey paused. "My lord?"
"How many weeks from France to England?" Henry asked. "No. That will take too long."
Geoffrey's eyes narrowed slightly. "Your Majesty, the present ambassador must be formally recalled. His papers must be reviewed. The French court must be informed. Richard would need instructions, credentials, staff, correspondence—"
"Swear Richard in."
Geoffrey stopped.
Henry's gaze did not waver. "And let him leave before the royal wedding."
"You do not want him to be at your wedding?" Geoffrey asked.
Henry smiled. "Why wouldn't I? He is my best friend," Henry continued, and the words carried enough poison to curdle wine. "I would be honoured by his presence. But England comes first, Lord Chancellor. Before anything else." Henry's smile sharpened. "You taught me that."
