I think that's the key -- how he was said to have been. Lore. Legend. Story.
The recent news that DNA evidence actually proves that it is the King's bones is, of course, an amazing piece of history. But it also takes a lot of the fun out of the find.
I think, today anyway, that I prefer that legends and stories be the test.
I'm not a religious woman, so this tangent may be completely off base. But what if scientists announced that they had DNA evidence that there is a God. Wouldn't that kind of be disappointing? Did I just insult all of you? I bet Richard III wouldn't have minded a slight comparison to God.
Anyway, I supposed you could say I don't have faith in religion, but I do have faith in stories.
Also, it's fun to say Plantagenet. Plantagenet. Plantagenet. Plantagenet.
And, for the record, I think he should be re-interred in York Minster, not in Leicester. You can't play finders-keepers with bones! (Unless you're the British Museum.)