The Other Boleyn Girl Part 11

For a moment I would have defended myself but I saw Anne speak a sentence to the king and saw him glance back at the queen. Anne put her hand gently on his sleeve and said another soft word. I turned away from William, quite deaf to him, and instead watched the man I loved. I saw his broad shoulders bend and drop down, as if half his power had gone from him. He looked at the queen as if she had betrayed him, his face vulnerable as a child. Anne turned so he was s.h.i.+elded from the rest of the court and George went forward to ask the queen if we might dance, to keep the attention away from Anne, pouring sorrow into the king's ear.

I could not bear it, I slipped away from the girls who were clamoring to dance and went to Henry, pus.h.i.+ng past Anne to get to him. His face was pale, his eyes tragic. I took his hands and said only: "Oh my dear."

He turned to me at once. "Did you know too? Do all her ladies know?"

"I think so," Anne said. "We cannot blame her for not wanting to tell you, poor lady, it was her last hope. It was your last chance, sire."

I felt his fingers grip my hand a little tighter. "The soothsayer told me..."

"I know," I said gently. "She was probably bribed."

Anne melted away, and the two of us were alone.

"And I lay with her and tried so hard, and hoped..."

"I prayed for you," I whispered. "For you both. I was so hoping that you would have a son, Henry. Before G.o.d, I would rather that she gave you a legitimate son than any other wish in the world."

"But she cannot now." His mouth shut like a trap. He looked like a spoilt child, who cannot get what he wants.

"No, not any more," I confirmed. "It is over."

Abruptly he dropped my hands and turned away from me. The dancers parted before his rapid advance as he strode through the sets. He went to the queen, who was seated smiling on her court and said, loud enough for everyone to hear: "I'm told you are unwell, madam. I could wish you had told me yourself."

At once she looked to me, her sharp gaze accusing me of betraying her most intimate secret. Minutely I shook my head. She looked for Anne in the dancers and saw her, with George's hand in hers. Blandly, Anne looked back.

"I am sorry, Your Majesty," the queen said with her immense dignity. "I should have chosen a more fitting time to discuss this with you."

"You should have chosen a more immediate time," he corrected her. "But since you are unwell I suggest that you dismiss your court and bide by yourself."

Those of the queen's court who grasped at once what was happening whispered quickly to their neighbors. But most of them stood and stared at the king's sudden storm of bad humor, and at the queen's white-faced endurance.

Henry turned on his heel, snapped his fingers for his friends: George, Henry, William, Charles, Francis, as if he were calling his dogs, and marched out of the queen's rooms without another word. I was pleased to see that of all of them, my brother George swept her the deepest bow. She let them go without a word, and rose and went quietly into her own privy chamber.

The musicians, who had been fiddling away sounding more and more ragged, found their tune had died and they looked around for orders.

"Oh go," I said in sudden impatience. "Can't you see there'll be no more dancing and no more singing for tonight? n.o.body here needs music. G.o.d knows, n.o.body wants to dance."

Jane Parker looked at me in surprise. "I'd have thought you'd have been glad. The king on bad terms with the queen, and you ready to be picked up like a bruised peach in the gutter."

"And I'd have thought you'd have had more sense than to say such a thing," Anne said roundly. "To speak thus of your sister-in-law to be! You had better take care or you won't be welcome in this family."

Jane did not back down to Anne. "There's no breaking a betrothal. George and I are as good as wed in church. It's just a question of settling the day. You can welcome me or you can hate me, Miss Anne. But you can't forbid me. We are promised before witnesses."

"Oh what does it matter!" I cried out. "What does any of it matter?" I turned and ran to my chamber. Anne slipped in after me.

"What's wrong?" she demanded tersely. "Is the king angry with us?"

"No, though he should be, for we did a nasty piece of work in telling him the queen's secret."

"Oh aye," Anne nodded, quite unmoved. "But he was not angry with us?"

"No, he's hurt."

Anne went to the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"I'm going to get them to bring the bath here," she said. "You're going to wash."

"Oh Anne," I said irritably. "He's heard the worst news in his life. He's in the worst of tempers. He's hardly going to send for me tonight. I can wash tomorrow, if I have to."

She shook her head. "I'm taking no chances," she said. "You wash tonight."

She was wrong, but only by a day. The next day the queen sat alone in her room with her ladies and I dined in the privy chamber with my brother, with his friends, and with the king. It was a merry merry evening with music and dancing and gambling. And that night I was in the king's bed once more.

This time Henry and I were all but inseparable. The court knew that we were lovers, the queen knew, even the common people who came out from London to watch us dine knew. I wore his gold bracelet around my wrist, I rode his hunter to hounds. I had a pair of matched diamonds for my ears, I had three new gowns, one of cloth of gold. And one morning in bed he said to me: "Did you never wonder what came of that sketch that I asked the artist at the s.h.i.+pyard to do?"

"I'd forgotten him," I said.

"Come here and kiss me and I will tell you why I ordered him to draw you," Henry said lazily.

He lay back on the pillows of his bed. It was late in the morning but the curtains were still drawn around us, s.h.i.+elding us from the servants coming in to make up the fire, to bring him hot water, to empty the p.i.s.s pot. I swarmed up the bed toward him, leaning my round b.r.e.a.s.t.s against his warm chest, letting my hair tumble forward in a veil of gold and bronze. My mouth came down on his, I inhaled the warm erotic scent of his beard, felt the soft p.r.i.c.kle of the hairs around his mouth, pushed deeper against his lips and felt, as much as heard, his little groan of desire as I kissed him hard.

I raised my head and smiled into his eyes. "There is your kiss," I whispered throatily, feeling my desire rise with his. "Why did you order the artist to draw me?"

"I shall show you," he promised. "After Ma.s.s. We'll ride down to the river and you shall see my new s.h.i.+p and your likeness at the same time."

"Is the s.h.i.+p ready?" I asked. I was reluctant to move away from him but he pulled back the covers and was ready to rise.

"Yes. We'll see her launched next week sometime," he said. He drew back the bed curtains a little and shouted for a servant to fetch George. I threw on my gown and my cloak and Henry held my hand to help me down from the bed. He kissed me on the cheek. "I'll break my fast with the queen," he decided. "And then we'll go out and see the s.h.i.+p."

It was a lovely morning. I was wearing a new riding habit of yellow velvet, made for me with a bolt of cloth the king had given me. Anne was at my side in one of my old gowns. It gave me a fierce joy to see her wearing my hand-me-downs. But then, in the contradictory way of sisters, I admired what she had done with it. She had ordered it to be shortened and re-cut in the French way and she looked stylish. She wore it with a little French hat made from the material she had saved by cutting the skirt straighter. Henry Percy of Northumberland could not keep his eyes off her, but she flirted with equal charm with all of the king's companions. There were nine of us riding out. Henry and I side by side in the lead. Anne behind me with Percy and William Norris. George and Jane, a silent ill-matched couple, next, and Francis Weston and William Brereton came behind, laughing and cracking jokes. We were preceded only by a couple of grooms and followed by four mounted soldiers.

We rode by the river. The tide was coming in and the waves splashed on the sh.o.r.e, white-capped. The seagulls, blown inland, cried and wheeled above our heads, their wings as bright as silver in the spring suns.h.i.+ne. The hedgerows were greening with the fresh color of spring growth, primroses like pale pats of creamy b.u.t.ter in the sunny spots on the banks. The track alongside the river was hard-packed mud and the horses cantered along at a good easy pace. As we rode, the king sang me a love song of his own composing, and when I heard it over the second time I sang it with him and he laughed at my attempt at harmony. I did not have Anne's talent, I knew. But it did not matter. That day nothing mattered, nothing could matter, but that my beloved and I were riding out together in the brightest of suns.h.i.+ne, on a little journey for pleasure, and he was happy, and I was happy in his sight.

We reached the s.h.i.+pyard sooner than I wanted and Henry himself stood beside my horse, lifted me down from the saddle and held me for a swift kiss when my feet were on the ground.

"Sweetheart," he whispered. "I have a little surprise for you."

He turned me around and stepped to one side so that I could see his beautiful new s.h.i.+p. She was almost ready for the sea now, she had the characteristic high p.o.o.p deck and prow of a fighting s.h.i.+p, built for speed.

"Look," Henry said, seeing me taking in her lines but not the detail. He pointed to her name carved and enameled in gold in bold curly letters at the ornate prow. It said: "Mary Boleyn."

For a moment I stared, reading the letters of my name but not understanding. He did not laugh at my astounded face, he watched me, seeing my surprise turn to puzzlement and then to dawning understanding.

"You named her for me?" I asked. I could hear my voice quaver. It was an honor too great for me. I felt too young, too small a person altogether to have a s.h.i.+p, and such a s.h.i.+p, named for me. And now everyone in the world would know that I was the king's mistress. There could be no denial.

"I did, sweetheart." He was smiling. He expected me to be delighted.

He tucked my cold hand under his elbow and urged me to the front of the s.h.i.+p. There was a figurehead, looking out with a proud beautiful profile, looking out over the Thames, out to sea, to France. It was me, with my lips slightly parted, slightly smiling, as if I was a woman to want such an adventure. As if I were not the cat's-paw of the Howard family but a courageous lovely woman in my own right.

"Me?" I asked, my voice a thread above the sound of the water splas.h.i.+ng at the side of the dry dock.

Henry's mouth was at my ear, I could feel the warmth of his breath on my cold cheek.

"You," he said. "A beauty, like you. Are you happy, Mary?"

I turned to him and his arms came around me and I stood up on tiptoe and buried my face in the warmth of his neck and smelled the sweet scent of his beard and his hair. "Oh Henry," I whispered. I wanted my face hidden from him, I knew that he would see no pleasure but a terror at rising so high, so publicly.

"Are you happy?" he insisted. He turned my face up, with a hand under my chin, so that he could scan me as if I were a ma.n.u.script. "It is a great honor."

"I know." My smile trembled on my lips. "I thank you."

"And you shall launch her," he promised me. "Next week."

I hesitated. "Not the queen?"

I was fearful of taking her place to launch the newest and greatest s.h.i.+p that he had ever built. But of course it had to be me. How could she launch a s.h.i.+p that bore my name?

He shrugged her away as if they had not been husband and wife for thirteen years. "No," he said shortly. "Not the queen. You."

I found a smile from somewhere and hoped that it was convincing and that it hid my terrified sense that I was going too far, too fast, and that the end of this road was not the sort of carefree joy that we had felt this morning, but something darker and more fearful. For all that we had ridden, singing out of tune together, we were not a lover and his la.s.s. If my name was on this s.h.i.+p, if I launched it next week, then I was a declared rival to the Queen of England. I was an enemy to the Spanish amba.s.sador, to the whole nation of Spain. I was a powerful force in the court, a threat to the Seymour family. The higher I rose in the king's favor the greater the dangers that opened up around me. But I was a young woman of only fifteen years old. I could not yet revel in ambition.

As if she could read my reluctance, Anne was at my side. "You do my sister a great honor, sire," she said smoothly. "It is a most exquisite s.h.i.+p, as lovely as the woman you named her for. And a strong and powerful s.h.i.+p-like yourself. G.o.d bless her and send her against our enemies. Whoever they may be."

Henry smiled at the compliment. "She is bound to be a lucky s.h.i.+p," he said. "With the face of an angel going before her."

"D'you think she'll have to fight the French this year?" George asked, taking my hand and giving my fingers a quick hidden pinch to recall me to my work as a courtier.

Henry nodded, looking grim. "Without doubt," he said. "And if the Spanish emperor will move in concert with me, we will follow my plan of our attack in the north of France, as he attacks in the south, then we cannot fail to curb Francis's arrogance. This summer we will do it, without fail."

"If we can trust the Spanish," Anne said silkily.

Henry's face darkened. "It is they who have the greatest need of us," he said. "Charles had better remember that. This is not a matter of family or kins.h.i.+p. If the queen is displeased with me for one reason or another she must remember that she is a queen of England first, and a princess of Spain second. Her first loyalty must be to me."

Anne nodded. "I should hate to be so divided," she said. "Thank G.o.d we Boleyns are English through and through."

"For all your French gowns," Henry said with a sudden gleam of humor.

Anne smiled back at him. "A gown is a gown," she said. "Like Mary's gown of yellow velvet. But you of all people would know that underneath there is a true subject with an undivided heart."

He turned to me at that and smiled at me as I looked up at him. "It is my pleasure to reward such a faithful heart," he said.

I felt that there were tears in my eyes and I tried to blink them away without him seeing, but one stood on my eyelashes. Henry bent down and kissed it. "Sweetest girl," he said gently. "My little English rose."

The whole court turned out to launch the s.h.i.+p, the Mary Boleyn, Mary Boleyn, and only the queen pleaded an indisposition and stayed away. The Spanish amba.s.sador was there to watch the vessel slip into the water, and whatever reservations he felt about the name of the s.h.i.+p he kept to himself. and only the queen pleaded an indisposition and stayed away. The Spanish amba.s.sador was there to watch the vessel slip into the water, and whatever reservations he felt about the name of the s.h.i.+p he kept to himself.

My father was in a silent frenzy of irritation at himself, at me, at the king. The great honor which had been done to me and to my family had turned out to have a price attached. King Henry was a subtle monarch in such matters. When my uncle and father had thanked him for the compliment of using their name he thanked them for the contribution that he was sure they would want to make to the fitting out of such a s.h.i.+p which would so redound to their credit as it carried the Boleyn name across the seas.

"And so the stakes go up again," George said cheerfully as we watched the boat slide over the rollers into the salty river waters of the Thames.

"How can they get any higher?" I asked from the corner of my smiling mouth. "I have my life on the table."

The s.h.i.+pyard workers, already half drunk on free ale, waved their caps and cheered. Anne smiled and waved in reply. George grinned at me. The wind stirred the feather in his cap, ruffled his dark curls. "Now it's costing Father money to keep you in the king's favor. Now it's not just your heart and happiness on the table, my little sister, it's the family fortune. We thought we were playing him for a lovesick fool, but it turns out he's playing us for money lenders. Stakes go up. Father and Uncle will want to see a return for this investment. You see if they don't."

I turned away from George and found Anne. She was a little distance from the court, Henry Percy beside her as usual. They were both watching the s.h.i.+p as the barges towed her out into the river and then turned her, and, struggling against the current, brought her back alongside the jetty and started to tie her up so that she could be fitted out as she lay in the water. Anne's face was bright with the joy that flirtation always brought her.

She turned and smiled at me. "Ah, the Queen of the Day," she said mockingly.

I made a little grimace. "Don't tease me, Anne. I have had enough from George."

Henry Percy stepped forward and took my hand and kissed it. As I looked down at the back of his blond head I realised how high my star was rising. This was Henry Percy, son and heir to the Duke of Northumberland. There was no other man in the kingdom who had fairer prospects or a greater fortune. He was the son of the richest man in England, second only to the king, and he was bowing his head to me and kissing my hand.

"She shall not tease you," he promised me, coming up smiling. "For I shall take you in to dine. I'm told that the cooks from Greenwich were out here at dawn to get everything ready. The king is going in, shall we follow?"

I hesitated but the queen, who always created a sense of formality, was left behind at Greenwich, lying in a darkened room with a pain in her belly and fear in her heart. There was no one at the dockside but the f.e.c.kless idle men and women of the court. No one cared about precedence, except in the sense that winners must come first. "Of course," I said. "Why not?"

Lord Henry Percy offered his other arm to Anne. "Shall I have two sisters?"

"I think you would find the Bible forbids it," Anne said provocatively. "The Bible orders a man to choose between sisters and to stay with his first choice. Anything else is a cardinal sin."

Lord Henry Percy laughed. "I'm sure I could get an indulgence," he said. "The Pope would surely grant me a dispensation. With two sisters like this, what man could be made to choose?"

We did not ride home until it was twilight and the stars were starting to come out in the pale gray sky of spring. I rode beside the king, my hand in his, and we let the horses amble along the riverside tow track. We rode under the archway of the palace and up to the opening front door. Then he pulled up his horse and he lifted me down from the saddle and whispered in my ear: "I wish you were queen for all the days, and not just for one day in a pavilion by the river, my love."