Friarsgate Inheritance: Until You Part 37

"And did you marry?" the queen asked. Her dark eyes were unreadable.

"Nay," Rosamund said softly.

"Why not?" The question was snapped like a whip crack.

"When I arrived, Lord Leslie had suffered a seizure of the brain. I spent over a month nursing him, but his memory only partly returned. He recalled nothing of the past two years. He did not remember me. We could hardly wed under the circ.u.mstances."

"Perhaps he had just changed his mind, and the illness was his excuse to avoid marriage with you," the queen said cruelly. It seemed she wanted to hurt Rosamund.

Tears, unbidden, slid down Rosamund's pale cheeks. "If you had seen him, Kate, if you knew him, you would understand why such a thing was not possible."

"I have not given you permission to use my Christian name," the queen said.

"I beg your highness' pardon," Rosamund responded.

"Was this the same man with whom you wh.o.r.ed in San Lorenzo?" the queen queried.

"Yes," Rosamund said without hesitation. There could be no convincing the queen of their love. Katherine was too devout a woman to comprehend that kind of pa.s.sion.

"You have no shame, do you?" the queen said. "I should have never thought that you had the soul of a born wh.o.r.e when we knew each other as girls, Rosamund Bolton."

Rosamund did not answer. Even though they were alone, it would do no good. She quietly accepted the insult. The queen would not remain angry forever.

"Did you enjoy whoring with my husband?" the queen suddenly demanded.

"What?" Rosamund was staggered by the queen's accusation, but no matter what happened she would never admit to Katherine of Aragon of her brief affair with the king. It had been a private matter, and few knew of it.

"Do you deny that you were my husband's wh.o.r.e when you last came to court?" the queen said furiously.

"Yes!" Rosamund cried. "I most certainly do deny it! How could you even think such a thing of me, K-your highness?"

"I have it on the best authority," the queen replied stonily.

"Whoever has told you this lied," Rosamund declared indignantly. But she knew who had told the queen, and the b.i.t.c.h would regret it.

"Why would a friend to me since my childhood, a countrywoman, lie to me, Rosamund Bolton?" Katherine said.

There was nothing for it, Rosamund thought. She must take the bull by its horns now and rea.s.sure the queen, regain her friendship for Philippa's sake. "I think I know who has told you this terrible untruth, your highness. I know she believed what she thought she saw, and though I swore on the Blessed Virgin it was not so, she said she would tell you. I begged her not to, for your sake, your highness."

"Inez would not lie to me," the queen responded, now sounding a bit unsure. Inez was an old friend, but then Rosamund had helped her in her darkest hour. "Why would she lie to me?"

"Because Inez thought it was the king with me that night. It wasn't. It was Charles Brandon. We had had a harmless little flirtation, and I was departing the next day. We met to kiss and cuddle. That was all. There was nothing more serious than that, your highness. In the darkness of the hallway Inez mistook Charles Brandon for the king. I could not convince her otherwise, though I certainly tried. You know yourself that they are often mistaken for each other at a distance. I begged Inez not to distress you with her groundless suspicions. She was insulting to me and now attempts to embarra.s.s me publicly with her evil and slanderous tongue!" Rosamund sounded properly indignant.

"I want to believe you," Katherine said slowly.

"Madame, I would have you believe me, but whether you do or not, my conscience is clear," Rosamund swore, thinking as she did, I am surely d.a.m.ned now.

"I thought you ignored my summons last year because you were ashamed to face me," the queen told her.

"I returned from Edinburgh brokenhearted, your highness. I threw myself back into Friarsgate and its care. I nurtured my daughters and oversaw their education. I prayed for Lord Leslie. I could not face the world. And then the Scots marched into England, and we were at war. I dared not leave Friarsgate then. I had to remain to defend my home from the ravages of the intruders. But we were, thank the Blessed Mother, kept safe." She crossed herself.

The queen sighed. "Inez can be impetuous, and she is very stubborn when she takes a position," Katherine reasoned.

"I remember," Rosamund said, and she smiled a small smile.

"I am of a mind to believe you, Rosamund Bolton," the queen told her.

"I would be most grateful if you did, your highness. If you remain angry at me you will not receive my eldest daughter, Philippa. I have brought her with me to meet you. She is ten years old, and in another two years I must seek a good husband for her. I thought it was time she gained a bit of polish."

"Oh!" the queen exclaimed excitedly. "I remember when your daughter was born. Is it really that long ago? It must be if you say it is. What is she like, Rosamund?"

"She looks like me," Rosamund answered the queen. "But I am told she is very much like her great-grandmother, a practical woman of strong common sense. She is very excited about meeting you and perhaps even meeting his majesty."

Katherine of Aragon held out her hand to Rosamund. "Kiss my ring, Rosamund Bolton. I will forgive you," she said. And when Rosamund obeyed, the queen kissed her on both cheeks. "We are friends again," the queen said. "Bring your daughter with you tomorrow. I will tell Inez that she was indeed mistaken. I have treated you harshly, Rosamund, and I now regret it."

"Your highness is a busy woman. I was content to wait for your notice," Rosamund murmured, curtsying. She was amazed that she had not been struck down in the good queen's presence by her great lie. Still, she had lied to protect the queen's heart as much as to protect her own reputation. Perhaps it was not so terrible a lie, and for some reason the memory of the king's grandmother, the Venerable Margaret, as she had been known, popped into her head. Rosamund knew that that good lady would not have approved her affair, but she would have thoroughly approved the lie to protect Katherine, the queen. In order to produce an heir, the queen must be happy with her spouse. And she must be content with her life and those around her.

"You may join your cousin in the Great Hall now," the queen said. "We shall be here at Westminster for only another couple of days. The weather grows too warm for London, and plague does tend to arise here in the summer months. We are decamping for Windsor. The king does enjoy Windsor in the summertime. You will remain with us, of course."

"I am honored to be asked," Rosamund said. "But, dear highness, remember that I am necessary to Friarsgate. My bailiff uncle grows old, and all my daughters need me. I would hope when you prepare to move on from Windsor I may be permitted to return home again."

"Should we choose a husband for you, Rosamund Bolton, while you are with us?" the queen wondered aloud. "You should have a husband."

"I do not disagree, madame, but remember that the Venerable Margaret said a woman must wed first for her family and then was permitted to marry for herself. A nearby neighbor has expressed an interest in courting me.

We have been known to each other since I was six years old. When I was widowed before, he sought my hand, but I had already been promised to Owein Meredith," Rosamund explained smoothly. The one thing she did not need, or want, was another husband chosen for her. And there was no need for the queen to know her "neighbor" was a Scot.

"Oh, how exciting!" trilled the queen, smiling. "Is he handsome?"

"I suppose some would say it, but his best feature is very, very blue eyes," Rosamund answered, returning the smile.

The queen nodded. "A man with blue eyes is difficult to resist," she agreed. "The king has blue eyes."

"Yes, I recall," Rosamund murmured, not wanting to get any further into a conversation regarding Henry Tudor. She curtsied again, saying as she did, "With your highness' permission, I will go and seek out my cousin now."

"Of course," Katherine replied graciously. "You may give him my regards. I have seen him in the Great Hall these past nights but have had no opportunity to speak with him. A most amusing gentleman. Did I hear he had sold his estates in the south and moved north to c.u.mbria to be near your family?"

"Indeed, madame, he did," Rosamund replied. "It is comforting to have him nearby. Family is so important."

The queen nodded in agreement, and taking this as her cue, Rosamund curtsied once again, backing out through the door between the queen's privy chamber and the anteroom. That room was once again filled with chattering women, and as she crossed it, her eye caught that of Inez de Salinas. Rosamund smiled sweetly at her, nodding in a friendly fashion, restraining the laughter that threatened to burst forth from her at the look of surprise on the Spanish woman's face. Then she hurried to the Great Hall, where she found Tom dicing with some gentlemen. Seeing her, he murmured something to his companions, gathered his winnings, and joined her. Together they sought a secluded spot where they might talk without being overheard.

"She has seen you." It was a statement, not a question. "What excuse did she give for keeping you waiting for four days after demanding you come down from Friarsgate?" he asked.

"Inez," was all Rosamund said.

"What?" For a moment he looked puzzled, but then, as she explained, it all became clear to Lord Cambridge again.

"Remember the night we left the summer progress several years ago to return home to c.u.mbria? Remember what she saw, and how I denied it, naming another gentleman? She did not believe me, but I did think I had prevailed upon her to be silent. She was not. She ran rumormongering to the queen," Rosamund said.

"And what did you do?" he asked her.

"I denied it, of course. I will always deny it, Tom. I was vulnerable. He was all-powerful. I could not refuse. It was a supreme moment of weakness, and I not only regret it, but I am ashamed it ever happened, though at the time it was exciting even if it was forbidden. I will always deny it, for I should never deliberately harm Kate. She is too important to England. And he will certainly never admit to it, even to his confessor, I suspect. He believes too strongly in his divine right." Rosamund smiled mischievously.

"And she believed you?" He was anxious for her.

"She wants to believe me," Rosamund replied, "but she will always be suspicious, for that is her nature and Inez has played on it. But I have been no less duplicitous, for I have played on her desire to retain our long-standing friendship. She can never forget what Owein and I did for her when she was in such dire straits."

"We must help her believe you over Inez," Lord Cambridge said.

"We must leave the issue alone," Rosamund said. "She has agreed to receive Philippa tomorrow."

"Nay. It will but take one small thing to make your lie more palatable to accept than Inez de Salinas' truth," he told her. "Trust me in this matter, cousin."

"I am told the court is moving to Windsor shortly," Rosamund said, attempting to turn the subject. "Did you know? Do you perchance have a house in Windsor, cousin?" she teased him.

He laughed. "Nay, but I knew, and so I have reserved an entire floor of one of the town's finer inns for us. We shall not be sleeping in a hayrick, my dear girl."

The day moved into the summer twilight, and the Great Hall began to fill with courtiers. The women Rosamund had known casually during her last stay at court now approached her and greeted her as if it were her first day back with them. Rosamund was gracious, but amused. It was obvious that her censure had now been officially lifted. Inez de Salinas was not among these women.

And then suddenly Charles Brandon approached her, smiling toothily. "My dear Rosamund," he purred like a large tomcat antic.i.p.ating a meal of finch, "how delightful to see you returned to court." He lifted her hand, his gaze meeting her own startled one, and kissed it, retaining it afterwards and tucking it through his arm. "Come, my lovely, and let us speak of old times." And he led her off, murmuring as he did, "Try not to look so surprised, my pet. After all, am I not an old lover?"

Rosamund looked up into the handsome face, and her laugh tinkled loudly enough for the ladies left behind to hear it. But then she said, "My lord, please explain yourself."

"Your little prevarication must be made real to those who would gossip unkindly, should it not, Rosamund Bolton?" His dark eyes scanned her face. "Aye, you are very lovely. What a pity you insist on sequestering yourself in the north."

"I still do not understand, my lord," she told him.

"I knew years ago, just after you had gone," he said. "The king's Walter told me what had happened and requested that if ever asked, I confirm your lie. But no one ever asked until tonight, when Walter once again approached me. He said this little charade would be necessary to convince a certain lady."

"But she was nowhere near us," Rosamund replied.

"Trust me, dear lady," he told her. "The little incident is already being reported to her as we speak together. You were surrounded by her minions, were you not?"

"I owe you a debt of grat.i.tude, then, Charles Brandon," Rosamund said quietly.

"Nay, madame, 'twas I who owed you. But now my debt is paid in full, I believe," he said to her.

"How is it you owe me a debt?" Rosamund asked.

"When you were a girl first at court in the Venerable Margaret's care, G.o.d a.s.soil her good soul"-he crossed himself-"there was a plot devised that Prince Henry seduce you. Perhaps you will remember it. Though I did advise against it, I held the wagers."

"I remember," Rosamund told him. "And I agree that we are now even, my lord." She chuckled softly. "I remember that my husband insisted you turn over the wagers to the king's mother for charitable purposes. Richard Neville was very angry."

"Did you tell his father, as you had threatened?" Brandon asked her.

"Nay, but I refused to sell him warhorses after that," she said with a grin. "The horses Owein raised and trained were most prized."

He laughed. "You may be a country la.s.s, madame, but you were always a very clever one. I believe we have now satisfied whatever curiosity there was about the gossip bruited about by Senora de Salinas." He raised Rosamund's hand to his lips once more. "Good evening, madame," he said, and with a bow, he permitted her to move away from him first before he turned to find and rejoin his own friends.

In an instant, Lord Cambridge was at her side. "My dear girl, what was that all about?"

"You spoke to the king's man Walter, did you not, Tom?" Rosamund queried him. "I am very much in your debt, cousin, for it."

"I thought it the best way to stem any gossip and defeat Inez de Salinas' wicked tongue," he told her. "I know you like fighting your own battles, Rosamund, but this was one engagement I felt must be won immediately for Philippa's sake."

Rosamund leaned over and kissed her cousin on the cheek. "Aye, Tom, you were right," Rosamund agreed. Then she sighed. "May we go home now? I want to tell Philippa that she is to meet the queen tomorrow."

"First you must pay your respects to his majesty," Tom advised her. "Now that you have the queen's forgiveness and friendship again, he will know it and expect you to come to him."

Rosamund sighed again. "Very well. But come with me, Tom. I cannot face Hal by myself. Especially after what has transpired in the last few hours."

"I watched Brandon," he told her. "I thought he played his part quite nicely, my dear girl. A former lover, hopeful of rekindling an old friendship. And you were perfect. Surprised he would approach you, but charming even as you rejected his advances. It was well played out, cousin."

"I have taken part in enough court masques to know how to act my part, Tom," she told him with a wicked smile. "Come along, now, and let us greet the king."

They made their way through the Great Hall arm in arm. Reaching the foot of the dais upon which the king's throne was set, Rosamund curtsied deeply and her cousin bowed with his usual elegant flourish.

Henry Tudor viewed them through his small blue eyes. She was lovelier than ever, he thought. He considered another liaison with her, but then recalled that they had barely escaped exposure the last time. Only her quick wit had saved them. But Inez de Salinas had attempted to make difficulties with Rosamund's return. She was foiled again by the lady of Friarsgate, and he had seen Charles Brandon play his part in the charade. The queen was now fully convinced Inez had been mistaken, but Inez was too stubborn, or proud, to admit to her error. The woman would have to go back to Spain shortly with her merchant husband. He could not have Katherine distressed.

"You are welcome back to our court, Lady Rosamund," he said.

"I thank you, your majesty," she replied. Then Rosamund curtsied again and backed away from the foot of the throne with her cousin.

The king turned to speak with the queen as the lady of Friarsgate and her cousin disappeared into the crowd. "My dear wife," he said quietly, "I think Maria's sister must leave us soon."

The queen nodded. "As much as I regret losing another old friend, my dear husband, I believe you are correct. Inez has grown troublesome as she has grown older."

"You will see to it, then, Kate?" he asked.

"I will, Henry," she promised. Then she said, "Rosamund has brought her heiress to court. The little girl is ten now, and Rosamund would have her presented to us. I have invited them for tomorrow, Henry. Will you receive the child, too?"

"Of course, Kate," he told her with a smile.

Having paid their respects to the king and the queen, Rosamund and Tom departed Westminster in their separate barges to return home to Bolton House. The night had already fallen, but the moon silvered the Thames River as they went. Philippa was already abed when they arrived, and Rosamund let her daughter sleep. She knew the girl would not be able to go back to sleep on learning she was to go to court the following day to meet Great Harry and Spanish Kate. The morning would be time enough. Philippa was more than ready, and so was her wardrobe.

Rosamund prepared for bed; then after dismissing Lucy, she sat down in the window seat in her bedchamber that overlooked the gardens and the river below. Contemplating her day, she realized again that the court was a dangerous place. I should far rather face a pack of rampaging borderers, she thought, than have to spend my life dealing with those people. Life at Friarsgate was far simpler. Everything was as it seemed. Poor Inez de Salinas would suffer the deceptions that had been played upon her this night because they all sought to protect Katherine of Aragon from heartbreak. Inez had once been her friend. But in a moment's time that all changed.

Inez would be disgraced. Rosamund knew that wasn't fair, but if she had admitted to her indiscretion with the king several years back, Rosamund would have suffered far greater difficulties. Inez, in her great desire to protect her mistress, would be penalized only for allowing her imagination to get away from her and persisting in it. It was no great crime, but it was an annoyance neither the king nor the queen wanted to be bothered by any longer. Inez had outlived her usefulness. Had it been known, however, that Henry Tudor and Rosamund Bolton had indulged their pa.s.sionate natures in a brief affair, Rosamund would have not only lost the queen's friendship and patronage, but the king's, as well. Henry did not want to flaunt his mistresses. Discretion was the key to success with England's king. And Rosamund had not fought so long and so hard to protect Friarsgate, impeded by her very s.e.x, to lose it and the king's friendship, which was in the end more valuable than the queen's.

No, she thought to herself. I do not like court. Nor do I like the person I become when I visit the court. Everything I do is controlled of necessity by others. I have always hated other people running my life. We will go home as soon as we can. Perhaps we will not even wait for the summer to end. Once Philippa has met the king and the queen, is there any reason for us to stay? There was, and she knew it. Rosamund had made her peace with Queen Katherine, but she had yet to make it with the king. He had not cajoled his wife into asking Rosamund to court simply for social reasons. Lord Howard had obviously said something to the king. She thought she had seen him briefly tonight in the Great Hall, but she was not certain of it, and if it was he, he had not noticed her.

The river outside lay quiet in the time between the two tides. The water looked like a sheet of beaten silver. There was no traffic to mar its surface now, for it was very late. There was the scent of roses and honeysuckle from Tom's garden. It wafted into her bedchamber on the faintest of breezes. It was a night for lovers, Rosamund thought to herself. Patrick. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, but the tears still pushed from beneath her lashes and slipped down her cheeks. She sighed, resigned, and brushed the tears away with her hand. The last time she remembered a night like this, he had been with her. He would never be with her again. She knew it. But still her heart had great difficulty accepting the knowledge. But I have to accept it. When I return home, Logan Hepburn will come courting, and this time I must either accept him or send him away forever. I am not certain I want to lose Logan's friendship, but I am also not certain I want another husband. Rosamund arose from her place by the window and found her bed. She knew she would be awake all night if she didn't quiet her mind.

In the morning Philippa came from her little bedchamber and climbed into her mother's bed. "Good morrow, mama," she greeted her parent.

Rosamund opened her eyes, and drawing her daughter near, kissed her cheek. "You are going to court today, Mistress Philippa," she said, laughing aloud at the look of delight that suddenly appeared on her daughter's face.

"Today?" Philippa squealed excitedly. "You spoke with the queen yesterday? Oh, mama, why did you not wake me last night when you came home?"