The Other Boleyn Girl Part 33

"This is my my son!" I could hardly say the words, I was choking on my grief. "He is not for sale like some Christmas goose driven into market." son!" I could hardly say the words, I was choking on my grief. "He is not for sale like some Christmas goose driven into market."

George rose from the wall and put his arm around my shoulders, turned me to face him. "No one's selling him, we're making him all but a prince," he said. "We're claiming his rights for him. He could be the next King of England. You should be proud."

I closed my eyes and felt the onsh.o.r.e wind on the cold skin of my face. I thought for a moment that I might faint or vomit, and more than anything else I longed for that, to be struck down so sick that they had to take me home to Hever and leave me there forever with my children.

"And Catherine? What about my daughter?"

"You can keep Catherine," Anne said precisely. "She's only a girl."

"If I refuse?" I looked up into George's dark honest eyes. I trusted George, even though he had kept this from me.

He shook his head. "You can't refuse. She's done it legally. Signed and sealed already. It's done."

"George," I whispered. "This is my boy, my little boy. You know what my boy is to me."

"You'll still see him," George said consolingly. "You'd be his aunt."

It was like a physical blow. I staggered, and would have lost my footing but for George's arm. I turned to Anne who was sweetly silent, the smuggest of small smiles curving her lips. "It's everything for you, isn't it?" I said, shaken by the depth of my hatred. "You have to have everything, don't you? You have the King of England at your beck and call and you have to have my son too. You're like a cuckoo that eats all the other babes in the nest. How far do we all have to go for your ambition? You'll be the death of us all, Anne."

She turned her head away from the hatred on my face. "I have to be queen," was all she said. "And you all have to help me. Your son Henry can play his part in the advancement of this family and we will help him upward, in return. You know that's how it is, Mary. Only a fool rails against the way the dice fall."

"They're weighted dice when I play with you," I said. "I shan't forget this, Anne. On your deathbed I'll remind you that you took my son because you were afraid that you could not make one of your own."

"I can make a son!" she said, stung. "You did it! Why shouldn't I?"

I gave a little triumphant laugh. "Because you're older every day," I said spitefully. "And so is the king. Who knows that you can make a child at all? I was so fertile with him that I had two children from him one after another, and one the most beautiful boy that G.o.d ever put on this earth. You'll never have a boy like my Henry, Anne. You know in your very bones that you'll never have a boy to match him. All you can do is steal my son because you know you'll never have your own."

She was so white that she looked as if the sweat had come back to her.

"Stop it," George said. "Stop it, you two."

"Never say that again," she hissed at me. "It's to curse me. And if I fall, then you go down too, Mary. And George, and all of us. Never dare to say that again or I'll have you sent to a nunnery and you'll never see either of your children again."

She leaped up from her seat and swirled away in a ripple of fur-trimmed brocade. I watched her run up the path to the palace and thought what a dangerous enemy she was. She could run to Uncle Howard, she could run to the king. Anne had the ear of everyone who might command me. And if she wanted my son, if she wanted my life, she had only to tell either of them and it would be done.

George put his hand on mine. "I'm sorry," he said awkwardly. "But at least this way your children stay at Hever and you can see them."

"She takes everything," I said. "She has always taken everything. But I will never forgive her this."

Spring 1529 ANNE AND I WERE IN THE HALL OF BLACKFRIARS MONASTERY, hidden by a curtain at the back. We could not stay away. n.o.body who had the smallest pretext to be in court could bear to stay away. Nothing like it had ever happened in England before. It was the place they had chosen to hear the evidence for and against the marriage of the King and Queen of England, a most extraordinary hearing, a most extraordinary event. hidden by a curtain at the back. We could not stay away. n.o.body who had the smallest pretext to be in court could bear to stay away. Nothing like it had ever happened in England before. It was the place they had chosen to hear the evidence for and against the marriage of the King and Queen of England, a most extraordinary hearing, a most extraordinary event.

The court was at Bridewell Palace-just next door to the monastery. The king and queen would sit down to dinner in the great hall of Bridewell every night, and every day they would go to the court at Blackfriars and hear if their marriage had ever been valid, in all its long loving twenty years' duration.

It was a dreadful day. The queen was dressed in one of her finest gowns, she had clearly decided to defy the council's command that she dress very plain. She was in her new red velvet gown with a petticoat of golden brocade. Her sleeves and the hem of the gown were trimmed with the rich black fur of sable. Her dark red hood framed her face and she did not look weary and sad, as she had done for the past two years; she looked fiery and animated, ready for battle.

When the king was asked to speak to the court he said that he had had doubts about the validity of the marriage from the very beginning and the queen interrupted him-as no one else in the world would dare to do-and said, very reasonably, that he had left his doubts silent for a long time. The king raised his voice and continued to the end of his prepared speech, but he was rattled.

He said that he had overruled his own doubts because of the great love he felt for the queen, but he could not ignore his anxieties any more. I felt Anne beside me tremble like a horse held in from the hunt. "Such nonsense!" she whispered pa.s.sionately.

They called the queen to reply to the king's statement. The court crier called her name: once, twice, three times; but she ignored him completely though he stood beside her throne and shouted. She walked through the court, her head very high, and she went straight to Henry, seated on his throne. She kneeled before him. Anne craned around the curtain: "What's she doing?" she demanded. "She can't do that."

I could hear the queen though we were right at the back of the court. Every word was perfectly clear though her accent was as strong as ever.

"Alas, sir," she said gently, almost intimately. "Where have I offended you? I take G.o.d and all the world to witness that I have been to you a true, humble and obedient wife. These twenty years and more I have been your true wife, and by me you have had many children though it pleased G.o.d to call them out of this world. And when you had me at the first I was a true maid, without touch of man-"

Henry shifted in his seat and looked to the head of the court, imploring them to interrupt her, but she never took her eyes from his face.

"If that is true or not I put to your conscience."

"She can't do this!" Anne hissed disbelievingly. "She has to call her lawyers to give evidence. She can't speak to the king in public."

"She is, though," I said.

There was complete silence in the hall, everyone was listening to the queen. Henry, pressed against the back of his throne, was pale with embarra.s.sment. He looked like a fat spoiled child confronted by an angel. I found that I was smiling at the sight of her, I found I was grinning, though it was my family whose cause was sinking with every word she spoke. I was near to delighted laughter because Katherine of Aragon was speaking out for the women of the country, for the good wives who should not be put aside just because their husbands had taken a fancy to another, for the women who walked the hard road between kitchen, bedroom, church and childbirth. For the women who deserved more than their husband's whim.

Katherine referred her cause to G.o.d and the law, and there was uproar when she finished speaking. The cardinals hammered for order, the clerks shouted, and the excitement spread to the people outside the hall and in the streets outside the barred gates of the monastery who repeated her words one to another and then shouted in a great clamor of support for Katherine, the true Queen of England.

And Anne, at my side, burst into tears, laughing and crying at the same time. "She will be my death or I will be hers!" she swore. "I will see her dead, please G.o.d, before she is the end of me."

Summer 1529 IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ANNE'S SUMMER OF TRIUMPH. CARDINAL Campeggio's court to hear the matter of the marriage was finally in session, its decision a certainty however persuasive the queen might be. Cardinal Wolsey was Anne's declared friend and chief supporter, the King of England was as much in love as ever, and the queen, after her one triumphant moment, had stepped back, even failing to appear in the court again. Campeggio's court to hear the matter of the marriage was finally in session, its decision a certainty however persuasive the queen might be. Cardinal Wolsey was Anne's declared friend and chief supporter, the King of England was as much in love as ever, and the queen, after her one triumphant moment, had stepped back, even failing to appear in the court again.

But there was no joy for Anne. When she heard that I was packing to go to Hever to spend the summer with my children she came into the room as if all the fiends in h.e.l.l were biting at her heels.

"You can't leave me while the cardinals' court is still sitting, I have to have you beside me."

"Anne, I do nothing. I don't understand half of it and the rest of it I don't want to hear. All this stuff about what Prince Arthur said the morning after their wedding night, and all this servants' gossip from a lifetime ago. I don't want to hear it, it makes no sense to me."

"You think I want to hear it?" she demanded.

I should have been warned by the wildness in her voice. "You must do, for you're always in court," I said reasonably. "But they'll be finished soon, won't they? They'll say that the queen was married to Prince Arthur, the marriage consummated, and the marriage between her and Henry invalid. Then it's done. What d'you need me here for?"

"Because I'm afraid!" she suddenly burst out. "I'm afraid! I'm afraid all the time. You can't leave me here alone, Mary. I need you here."

"Now, Anne," I said persuasively. "What is there to fear? The court is not hearing the truth nor looking for it. It is under the command of Wolsey who is the king's man through and through. It is under the command of Campeggio, who has orders from the Pope to see this business to the finish. Your path is straight before you. If you don't want to be here at Bridewell Palace, then go to your new house in London. If you don't want to sleep alone then you have six ladies in waiting. If you are fearful of the king and some new girl at court, then order him to send her away. He does everything that you want. Everyone does everything that you want."

"You don't!" Her voice was sharp and resentful.

"I don't have to, I'm only the other Boleyn girl. No money, no husband, no future unless you say so. No children unless I am allowed to see them. No son..." My voice quavered for a moment. "But I am allowed to go to see them, and I am going to go, Anne. You can't stop me. No power in the world can stop me."

"The king can stop you," she warned me.

I turned to face her and my voice was like iron. "Hear this, Anne. If you tell him to ban me from my children, I will hang myself with your gold girdle in your new palace of Durham House and you will be accursed forever. There are some things which are too great for even you to play with. You cannot stop me seeing my children this summer."

"My son," she stressed. son," she stressed.

I had to swallow back my rage, I had to hold back my desire to push her out of the d.a.m.ned window and let her break her selfish neck on the stone flags of the terrace below. I took a breath and then I had myself under control. "I know it," I said steadily. "And now I am going to him."

I went to say goodbye to the queen. She was alone in her silent rooms, st.i.tching at the huge altar cloth. I hesitated in the doorway. "Your Majesty, I am come to bid you farewell, I am going to my children for the summer."

She looked up. We were both aware that I no longer needed to ask for her permission to be absent from court.

"You are fortunate to see so much of them," she said.

"Yes." I knew she was thinking of the Princess Mary, who had been kept from her since last Christmas.

"But your sister has taken your son," she remarked.

I nodded. I did not trust myself to speak.

"Mistress Anne plays a strong hand. She wants my husband and your son as well. She wants a full suit."

I did not dare even look up, I feared that she would see the deep resentment in my eyes.

"I shall be glad to go away this summer," I said quietly. "It is good of Your Majesty to spare me."

Queen Katherine showed me a small flash of a smile. "I am so well served," she said ironically. "I shall hardly miss you in the crowds that gather around me."

I stood awkwardly, not knowing what to say in the silent rooms which I had once known so happy and so busy. "I hope to serve Your Majesty again when I come back to court in September," I said carefully.

She put her needle to one side and looked at me. "Of course you will serve me. I shall be here. There is no doubt of that."

"No," I agreed, traitorous to my fingertips.

"You have never been anything other than courteous and a good servant to me," she said. "Even when you were young and very foolish you were a good girl, Mary."

I felt myself swallow my guilt. "I wish I had been able to do more," I said, very low. "And there were times when I was sorry that I had to serve others, and not Your Majesty."

"Oh, you mean Felipez," she said easily. "Dear Mary, I knew you would tell your uncle or your father, or the king. I made sure that you saw the note and knew who was to be the messenger. I wanted them to watch the wrong port. I wanted them to think they had caught him. He got the message to my nephew. I chose you as my Judas. I knew you would betray me."

I flushed a deep mortified scarlet. "I cannot ask you to forgive me," I whispered.

The queen shrugged. "Half of the ladies in waiting report to the cardinal or to the king or to your sister every day," she said. "I have learned to trust no one. For the rest of my life I will know that I can trust no one. I shall die a woman who has been disappointed in my friends. But I am not disappointed in my husband. He is ill advised at the moment, he is dazzled at the moment. But he will come to his senses. He knows that I am his wife. He knows that he can have no other wife but me. He will come back to me."

I rose up. "Your Majesty, I am afraid that he never will. He has given his word to my sister."

"It is not his to give away," she said simply. "He is a married man. He cannot promise anything to another woman. His word is my word. He is married to me."

There was nothing more I could say. "G.o.d bless Your Majesty."

She smiled a little sadly, as if she knew as well as I did that this was goodbye. She would not be at court when I returned. She raised her hand in blessing over my head as I curtsied to her. "G.o.d grant you a long life and much joy of your children," she said.

Hever was warm in the sunshine and Catherine had learned to write all of our names, to spell out her little book, and to sing a song in French. Henry, determinedly ignorant, would not even rid himself of the little lisp which made him say "w" for "r." I should have corrected him more severely but I found him too enchanting. He called himself "Henwy" and he called me his "deawest" and it would have been a mother with a heart of stone who could have told him he was speaking wrongly. Nor did I tell him that I was his mother only by grace; in law he was Anne's son. I could not bring myself to tell him that he had been stolen from me and I had been forced to let him go.

George stayed with us in the country for two weeks, as relieved as I was to be away from the court which was waiting, like the hounds in a ring around a wounded doe, for the moment that the queen could be dragged down. Neither of us wanted to be there the moment that the cardinals' court ruled against the innocent queen and sent her in disgrace from the country that she had called her home. And then George received a letter from our father.

George, It has gone awry. Campeggio announced today that he can take no decision without the Pope. The court is adjourned, Henry is black with rage and your sister beside herself. It has gone awry. Campeggio announced today that he can take no decision without the Pope. The court is adjourned, Henry is black with rage and your sister beside herself. We are all to leave on progress at once and the queen is to be left behind in disgrace. We are all to leave on progress at once and the queen is to be left behind in disgrace. You and Mary must come and be with Anne, no one but you can manage her temper. You and Mary must come and be with Anne, no one but you can manage her temper. Boleyn. Boleyn.

"I shan't go," I said simply.

We were sitting together in the great hall after dinner. Grandmother Boleyn had gone to bed, the children were fast asleep in their own little beds after a day of running and hiding and playing catch.

"I'll have to," George said.

"They said I could spend the summer with my children. They promised me that."

"If Anne needs you-"

"Anne always needs me, she always needs you. She always needs all of us. She is trying to do something impossible-push a good woman out of marriage, push a queen off her throne. Of course she needs an army. You always need an army for a treasonous insurrection."

George glanced to see that the doors to the hall were shut. "Careful."

I shrugged. "This is Hever. This is why I come to Hever. So that I can speak. Tell them that I was sick. Tell them I might have the sweat. Tell them I said I would come as soon as I am well again."

"This is our future."

I shrugged my shoulders. "We've lost. Everyone knows it but us. Katherine will keep the king, as in very justice she should. Anne will become his mistress. We'll never make it to the throne of England. Not in this generation. You'll have to hope that Jane Parker gives you a pretty girl. And you can throw her into that den of wolves and see who snaps her up."

He laughed shortly at that. "I'll leave tomorrow. We cannot all surrender."

"We've lost," I said flatly. "No shame in surrender when you are completely and utterly defeated."

Dear Mary, George tells me that you do not come to court because you think my cause is lost. Be very careful to whom you say this. Cardinal Wolsey will lose his house, his lands and his fortune, he will be displaced from the Lord Chancellorship, he will be a ruined man because he failed in my business. So do not you forget that you too are to work at my business, and I will not tolerate a servant with half a heart. George tells me that you do not come to court because you think my cause is lost. Be very careful to whom you say this. Cardinal Wolsey will lose his house, his lands and his fortune, he will be displaced from the Lord Chancellorship, he will be a ruined man because he failed in my business. So do not you forget that you too are to work at my business, and I will not tolerate a servant with half a heart. I have the king under my thumb and dancing to my bidding. I am not going to be defeated by two old men and their lack of courage. You speak too soon when you speak of my defeat. I have staked my life on becoming Queen of England. I have said that I shall do it, and I will do it. I have the king under my thumb and dancing to my bidding. I am not going to be defeated by two old men and their lack of courage. You speak too soon when you speak of my defeat. I have staked my life on becoming Queen of England. I have said that I shall do it, and I will do it. Anne Anne Come to Greenwich in the autumn without fail. Come to Greenwich in the autumn without fail.

Autumn 1529 EVERYTHING THAT ANNE HAD THREATENED AGAINST WOLSEY came true, and it was our Uncle Howard with the Duke of Suffolk, the king's dear friend and brother-in-law, who had the pleasure of taking the Great Seal of England off the disgraced cardinal. They would have the pickings of his enormous fortune too. came true, and it was our Uncle Howard with the Duke of Suffolk, the king's dear friend and brother-in-law, who had the pleasure of taking the Great Seal of England off the disgraced cardinal. They would have the pickings of his enormous fortune too.

"I said I would bring him down," Anne remarked smugly to me. We were reading in the window seat of her presence chamber of her new London house: Durham House. By standing at the window and craning her head Anne could just see York Place where the cardinal had once reigned supreme and where she had courted Henry Percy.

There was a tap at the door. Anne looked at me to answer for her. "Come in!" I called.

It was one of the king's pages, a handsome young man of about twenty. I smiled at him, his eyes danced at the attention. "Sir Harold?" I asked politely.

"The king begs his sweet mistress to accept this gift," the youth said and dropped to one knee before Anne, holding out a small box.

She took it from him and opened it. She gave a little satisfied purr at the contents.