I’ve just come back from a week in the Cotswolds and heard of an event so tragic I can’t stop thinking about it. It occurred at a place called Minster Lovell during the Wars of the Roses.
Lord Lovell supported the House of York and was on the run from the Lancastrian army. Seeking refuge at his family seat of Minster Lovell, he locked himself in the dungeon. Entrance to it must somehow have been sealed because he lived there undiscovered for months, visited only by the single servant left on the premises.
Then one day the servant came no more. Either he defected to the Lancastrians or was captured or died. Whatever happened Lord Lovell, unable to get out of his hiding place, starved to death.
His disappearance remained a mystery until decades later when the house was re-inhabited and the dungeon found. There, sitting at a table with pen and paper before him, was the skeleton of Lord Lovell. Almost instantly the air entering the dungeon dissolved the paper to dust.