Welcome to the British History Podcast. My name is Jamie, and this is episode 486.

Stealing a crown from your brother.

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The cart carrying the body of King Rufus eventually reached the cathedral at Winchester.

And if we're to believe Momsbury, blood had been dripping from it from the forest all the

way into the cathedral. Though at some point, it must have stopped.

I mean, even if no one, you know, sorted it out, he would have run out of blood eventually.

But once the king arrived, a funeral was gathered so that he could be properly buried within Winchester Cathedral.

And you'd expect this thing to be well attended, you know? After all, Henry would soon be

crowned king, so it was probably a good idea to be seen in attendance at his brother's funeral,

regardless of how you felt about Rufus. And so, it's probably no surprise to you that Momsbray tells us that a number of

nobles made sure to be present at the king's funeral. But considering how Rufus had lived his life,

it probably also doesn't surprise you that very

few attendees actually lamented Rufus' passing.

And that's not me riffing.

Momsbury took pains to make sure that it was noted for posterity that pretty much no one was sad that the Red King was dead.

Now, granted Momsbury hated Rufus with a passion, so it's not like he doesn't have a dog in this

fight, but no other writer contradicts him on this either. And honestly, given everything that the

Red King had done and given how the world

reacted to his death, I'm guessing this was true. And so rather than coming to pay their respects

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