The Boleyn Inheritance Part 28
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"And I will have a grand coronation, " I specify, thinking of the crown and the jewels and the gown and the feasting and the thousands of people who will come out to cheer me, the new Queen of England.
"You will have the greatest coronation that England has ever seen, for you are the greatest queen, " he promises me. "And as soon as we get back to London I shall declare a day of national celebration for you. "
"Oh? " This sounds rather wonderful, a day to celebrate my existence! Kitty Howard: voil indeed! "A whole day for me? "
"A day when everyone will go to church and say prayers of thanksgiving that G.o.d has given you to me. "
Just church, after all. I give a faint, disappointed smile.
"And the Master of the Revels will prepare a great feast and celebration at court, " he says. "And everyone will give you presents. "
I beam. "That sounds lovely, " I say with satisfaction.
"You are my sweetest rose, " he says. "My rose without a thorn. Come to bed with me now, Katherine. "
"Yes. " I make sure I do not think of my Thomas as I go to the bloated figure in the big bed. I have a wide, happy smile on my face, and I close my eyes so I need not look at him. I cannot avoid the smell of him or the feel of him, but I can make sure that I do not think of him at all while I do what I have to do, and then lie beside him and wait for the little snuffles of satisfaction to turn to wheezy snores as he g"s to sleep.
Jane Boleyn, Ampthill, October 1541 Her course started something like a week late, but I was not too disheartened. The mere thought of it had been enough to make the king more in love with her than ever, and she had at least agreed that though the sun rises and s.h.i.+nes only on Thomas Culpepper, he d"s not have to be privy to every little secret.
She has behaved very prettily with the people whom she has met on this progress; even when she has been bored and inattentive, she has kept a pleasant smile on her face, and she has learned to follow a little behind the king and to maintain an appearance of demure obedience. She serves him in bed like a paid wh.o.r.e, and she sits next to him at dinner and never shows by a flicker of expression that he has broken wind. She is a selfish, stupid girl, but she might, given time, make quite a good queen. If she conceives a child and gives England a son, she might live long enough to learn to be a queen that is admired.
The king, at any rate, is mad about her. His indulgence makes our task of getting Culpepper in and out of her bedchamber so much easier. We had a bad night in Pontefract when he sent Sir Anthony Denny to her room without announcement, and she was locked in with Culpepper. Denny tried the door and went away without saying anything. There was another night when the king stirred in her bed while they were at their business only on the other side of the door, and she had to go flying back in to the old man, still damp with sweat and kisses. If the air had not been heavy with the stink of his wind, he would have smelled the scent of l.u.s.t for certain. At Grafton Regis the lovers coupled in the jakes *Culpepper crept up the stairs to the stone-walled chamber that overhangs the moat, and she told her ladies that she was sick as a dog and spent the afternoon with him in there, frantically humping while the rest of us made possets. If it were not so dangerous, it would be funny. As it is, it still makes me breathless with a mixture of fear and l.u.s.t when I hear them together.
I never laugh. I think of my husband and his sister and any laughter dies in my mouth. I think of his promising to be her man through any trouble. I think of her, desperate to conceive a son, sure that Henry could not give her one. I think of the unholy pact they must have made. Then, with a little moan, I think that all this is my fear, my fantasy, and perhaps it never happened. The worst thing about the two of them being dead is that now I will never know what happened. The only way I have borne the thought of what they did, and the part I played, in all these years has been to put the thought far from me. I never think of it, I never speak of it, and no one ever speaks of them in my hearing. It is as if they never were. That is the only way I can bear the fact that I am alive and they are gone: to pretend that they never were.
"So when Queen Anne Boleyn was accused of treason, did they really mean adultery? " Katherine asks me.
The question, so sharp on the point of my own thinking, is like a stab. "What d'you mean? " I ask.
We are riding from Collyweston to Ampthill on a bright, cold morning in October. The king is ahead, galloping with the young men of his court, thinking he is winning a race as they hold their horses back, Thomas Culpepper among them. Katherine is ambling along on her gray mare, and I am at her side on one of the Howard hunters. Everyone else has dropped back to gossip, and there is no one to s.h.i.+eld me from her curiosity.
"You said earlier that she and the other men were accused of adultery, " she pursues.
"That was months ago. "
"I know, I have been thinking about it. "
"You think very slowly, " I say nastily.
"I know I do, " she says, quite unabashed. "And I have been thinking that they accused Anne Boleyn, my cousin, of treason only because she was unfaithful to the king, and they beheaded her. " She glances around her. "And I have been thinking that I am in the same situation, " she says. "That if anyone knew *they would say that I am unfaithful to the king. Perhaps they would call it treason, too. Then what would happen to me? "
"That is why we never say anything, " I reply. "That is why we take care. Remember? I have warned you from the beginning to take care. "
"But why did you help me meet Thomas? Knowing as you do what a danger it is? After your own sister-in-law was killed for just the same thing? "
I am lost for an answer. I never thought that she would ask me this question. But her stupidity is such that she d"s, sometimes, go straight to the most obvious. I turn my head as if I am looking over the cold meadows where the river, swollen with the recent rains, s.h.i.+nes like a sword, a French sword.
"Because you asked me to help you, " I say. "I am your friend. "
"Did you help Anne Boleyn? "
"No! " I exclaim. "She would have no help of mine! "
"You were not her friend? "
"I was her sister-in-law. "
"Did she not like you? "
"I doubt she ever saw me from start to finish. She had no eyes for me. "
This d"s not halt her speculation, as I intended, but feeds it. I can almost hear the slow revolving of her thoughts.
"She didn't like you? " Katherine asks. "She and her husband and her sister, they were always together. But they left you out. "
I laugh, but it d"sn't come out well. "You make it sound like children in the school yard. "
She nods. "That is just how it is in a royal court. And did you hate them for not letting you join them? "
"I was a Boleyn, " I say. "I was a Boleyn as much as they. I was a Boleyn by marriage; their uncle the duke is my uncle. My interests are in the family as theirs were. "
"So why did you give evidence against them? " she asks.
I am so shocked at her directly accusing me, I can hardly speak. I look at her. "Where did you hear of this? Why would you speak of this? "
"Catherine Carey told me, " she says, as if it is unremarkable that the two girls, all but children, should share confidences about treason and incest and death. "She said that you bore witness against your husband and his sister. You gave evidence to show that they were lovers and traitors. "
"I did not, " I whisper. "I did not. " I cannot bear her naming this; I never think of it. I will not think of it today. "It wasn't like that, " I say. "You don't understand because you are only a girl. You were a child when all this happened. I tried to save him; I tried to save her. It was a great plan of your uncle's devising. It failed, but it should have succeeded. I thought that I would save him if I gave evidence, but it all went wrong. "
"Is that how it was? "
"It was heartbreaking! " I cry out in my pain. "I tried to save him, I loved him, I would have done anything for him. "
Her pretty young face is filled with sympathy. "You meant to save him? "
I dash the tears from my eyes with the back of my glove. "I would have died for him, " I say. "I thought I would save him. I was going to save him. I would have done anything to save him. "
"Why did it go wrong? " she whispers.
"Your uncle and I thought that if they pleaded guilty, she would be divorced and would be sent away, to a convent. We thought that he would be stripped of his t.i.tle and his honors and banished. The men who were named with her were never guilty; everyone knew that. They were George's friends and her courtiers, not lovers. We thought they would all be forgiven, as Thomas Wyatt was forgiven. "
"So what happened? "
It is like a dream, this retelling. It is the dream that comes to me often, that wakes me in the night like sickness, that sends me from my bed to walk and walk in the dark room until the first gray light comes into the sky and I know my ordeal is over.
"They denied their guilt. That was not part of the plan. They should have confessed, but they denied everything except saying some words against the king. George had said that the king was impotent. " Even on this bright autumn day, five years after the trial, I still lower my voice and glance around me to make sure that no one can hear. "Their courage failed them, they denied their guilt and did not ask for mercy. I stayed with the plan, as your uncle said I should. I saved the t.i.tle, I saved the lands, I saved the Boleyn inheritance, I saved their fortune. "
Katherine is waiting for more. She d"s not understand that this is the end of the story. This is my great act and my triumph: I saved the t.i.tle and the lands. She even looks puzzled.
"I did what I had to do to save the Boleyn inheritance, " I repeat. "My father-in-law, George and Anne's father, had built a fortune over his lifetime. George had added to it. Anne's wealth had gone into it. I saved it. I saved Rochford Hall for us; I kept the t.i.tle. I am Lady Rochford still. "
"You saved the inheritance, but they didn't inherit it, " Katherine says, uncomprehending. "Your husband died, and he must have thought you were giving evidence against him. He must have thought that while he was pleading not guilty, you were accusing him. You were a witness for his prosecution. " Slowly she thinks, slowly she speaks, slowly she says the worst thing of all. "He must have thought that you let him go to his death so that you could keep the t.i.tle and the lands, even though you had killed him. "
I could scream at her for saying this, for putting words to this nightmare. I rub my face with the back of my glove as if I would scrub my scowl away. "No. Not so! Not so! He won't have thought that, " I say desperately. "He knew that I loved him, that I was trying to save him. As he went to his death, he would have known that I was on my knees before the king, asking him to spare my husband. When she went to her death, she will have known that at the very last moment I was before the king, asking him to spare her. "
She nods. "Well, I hope you never bear witness to save me, " she says. It is a miserable attempt at humor; I do not even accord it a smile.
"It was the end of my life, " I say simply. "It was not just the end of their lives, it was death to me, too. "
We ride in silence for a while, and then two or three of Katherine's friends kick their horses forward to ride beside her and chatter to her about Ampthill and the greeting we are certain to have, and whether Katherine has finished with her yellow gown and will give it to Katherine Tylney. In a moment there is a quarrel breaking out because Katherine had promised it to Joan, but Margaret is insisting that it should go to her.
"You can both hold your peace, " I rule, dragging myself back to the present moment. "For the queen has worn that gown not more than three times, and it will stay in her wardrobe until she has had more use out of it. "
"I don't care, " Katherine says. "I can always order another. "
Anne, Richmond Palace, November 1541 At church I enter, cross myself, curtsy to the altar, and take my place in my high-walled pew. Thank G.o.d that no one can see me in here; the high door closes behind me, the walls guarantee my privacy, and even the front of the pew is paneled with a lattice so I can see but not be observed. Only the priest, if he is standing high up in the choir stalls, can look down on me. If I glance away from the Host, or fail to cross myself at the right time, or use the wrong hand, or do it the wrong way round, I will not be reported for heresy. There are thousands in this country who now guard their every movement because they do not have my privacy. There are hundreds who will die because they got it wrong.
I stand, and bow, and kneel, and sit, as I am bidden by the order of the service; but I can take little pleasure today from the liturgy. This is the king's order of service, and in every rolling phrase I hear the power of Henry, not the power of G.o.d. In the past I have known G.o.d in many places; in small Lutheran chapels at home, in the great soaring majesty of Saint Paul's in London, and in the quiet of the royal chapel at Hampton Court when I once knelt beside the Princess Mary and felt the peace of heaven descend around us; but it seems that the king has soured his church for me and for so many others. I find G.o.d now in silence: when I walk in the park or beside the river, when I hear a blackbird calling at midday, when I see a flight of geese arrowing overhead, when the falconer releases a bird and I see her mount up high and soar. G.o.d no longer speaks to me when Henry allows it, in the words that Henry prefers. I am in hiding from the king, and I am deaf to his G.o.d.
We are on our knees praying for the health and safety of the royal family when to my surprise there is a new prayer inserted without warning into the familiar words. Without a flicker of shame, the priest bids my court, my ladies, and myself to give thanks for the king's wife Katherine.
"We render thanks to thee, oh Lord, that after so many strange accidents that have befallen the king's marriages, that thou hast been pleased to give him a wife so entirely conformed to his inclinations as her, he now has. "
I cannot help myself, my head bobs up from reverent submission and I meet the surprised gaze of the Richmond priest in the choir stalls. He is reading the celebration of the king's wife from an official doc.u.ment, he has been ordered to read this as he might be ordered to read a new law. Henry, in his madness, has commanded every church in England to thank G.o.d that after the many "strange accidents " of his previous marriages, he now has a wife who conforms to his inclinations. I am so outraged by the language of this, by the sentiment of it, and by the fact that I have to be on my knees listening to this insult, that I half rise to my feet in protest.
At once an insistent hand grabs the back of my gown and pulls me down; I stumble for a moment and fall back to my knees again. Lotte, my translator, gives me a small smile, puts her hands together in a portrait of devotion, and closes her eyes. Her gesture steadies me. This is indeed an insult, most gross and thoughtless; but to respond to it is to charge into danger. If the king requires me to go on my knees and describe myself to the kingdom as a strange accident, then it is not for me to point out that our marriage was no accident but a well-planned and thoughtfully considered contract that he broke for the simple and sufficient reason that he preferred someone else. It is not my place to point out that since our marriage was real and valid, he is now either an adulterer or a bigamist, living in sin with a second wife. It is not my place to point out that if little Kitty Howard, a lighthearted, light-mannered child, is the only woman he has ever found who conforms to his inclinations, then either she must be the greatest actor who ever lived, or he must be the most deluded fool who ever married a girl young enough to be his own daughter.
Henry is a madman now, doting on a girl like a senile fool, and he has just ordered the whole of his country to thank G.o.d for his folly. In churches up and down the land people will be biting their lips to contain their smiles; honest men will be cursing the luck that puts them in Henry's church with this nonsense included in their prayers. "Amen, " I say loudly, and when we rise to our feet for the blessing, I show the priest a serene and devout face. My only thought, as we leave the church, is that poor Princess Mary at Hunsden will be choking with indignation at the insult to her mother, at the blasphemy of having to pray for Kitty Howard, and the idiocy of her father. Please G.o.d she has the sense to say nothing. It seems whatever the king likes to do, we must all say nothing.
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On Tuesday, one of my ladies gazing out of the window remarks: "Here is the amba.s.sador, running up the garden from a riverboat. What can have happened? "
I rise to my feet. Dr. Harst never visits me without first sending notice that he is coming. Something must have happened at court. My first thought is for Elizabeth or Mary; my first fear is that something has happened to them. If only Mary has not been driven by her father to defy him! "Stay here, " I say shortly to my women, and I throw a shawl around my shoulders and go down to greet him.
He is entering the hall as I come down the stairs and at once I know that something serious has happened.
"What is it? " I ask him in German.
He shakes his head at me, and I have to wait until the servants have come, served him with wine and biscuits, and I can send them all from the room. "What is it? "
"I came at once, without the full story, because I want you to be forewarned, " he says.
"Forewarned of what? It is not the Princess Mary? "
"No. It is the queen. "
"She is with child? "
He shakes his head. "I don't know exactly. But she has been confined to her chambers since yesterday. And the king will not see her. "
"She is ill? He is terrified of taking the plague. "
"No. There are no physicians called. "
"She is not accused of plotting against him? " I name the greatest fear.
"I will tell you all I know, and it is mostly gathered from the servant we have in the king's rooms. The king and queen attended Ma.s.s on the Sunday, and the priest gave thanks for the king's marriage, as you know. "
"I know. "
"Sunday evening the king was quiet and dined alone, as if he was sinking into his old illness. He didn't go to her rooms. Monday he locked himself in his rooms, and the queen was locked in hers. Today Archbishop Cranmer went in to talk with her and came out in silence. "
I look at him. "She was locked in? And the king locked himself away? "
Silently he nods.
"What d'you think it means? "
"I think the queen has been accused. But we cannot yet know the accusation. What we must consider is whether she will implicate you. "
"Me? "
"If she is accused of a Papist plot or of bewitching the king into impotence, people will remember that you were accused of a Papist plot and that he was impotent with you. People will remember your friends.h.i.+p with her. People will remember that you danced with her at court at Christmas and he was ill by Lent, as soon as you left. People may think that the two of you have made a plot against him. They may even say the two of you have ill wished him. "
I put out my hand as if I would stop him. "No, no. "
"I know it is not true. But we have to consider the worst that could be said. And try to guard against it. Shall I write to your brother? "
"He won't help me, " I say sullenly. "I am alone. "
"Then we must prepare, " he says. "You have good horses in your stables? "
I nod.
"Then give me some money, and I shall have other horses ready all the way down the road to Dover, " he says decisively. "The moment I think that it is going against you, we can leave the country. "
"He will close the ports, " I warn. "He did the last time. "
"We won't be trapped again. I shall hire a fis.h.i.+ng boat to serve us, " he says. "We know now what he can do. We know what lengths he will go to. We will get away before they have even decided to arrest you. "
I look at the closed door. "There will be someone in my service who will know that you have come to warn me, " I say. "Just as we have a man in his service, he will have put a spy here. I am watched. "
"I know the man, " Dr. Harst says with quiet pleasure. "And he will report my visit today, but he will say nothing more. He is my man now. I think we are safe. "
"Safe as mice under the scaffold, " I say bitterly.
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