In the Shadow of the Crown - Plaidy Jean (книги хорошем качестве бесплатно без регистрации .txt) 📗
Hostilities proved a diversion. Relations with Scotland were never good; now they were verging on disaster, and it seemed that we should soon be at war not only with that country but with France also.
Norfolk was sent north with an army, and at the Battle of Solway Moss James V was killed, leaving his infant daughter, Mary, Queen of Scotland.
My father now had the idea of preventing trouble in Scotland by uniting the two countries through a marriage between Edward and little Mary of Scotland. He wanted Mary to be sent to England to be brought up at his Court. The Scots blankly refused.
My father was now ready to conclude a treaty with the Emperor Charles; and we were at war with both France and Scotland.
Edward Seymour was sent to Scotland with an army, and Thomas Seymour to France. Then my father decided that he would accompany the army for, with the Emperor as his ally, he must have contemplated an early victory and naturally he wanted to be there for the triumph.
He must leave a regent in England and as, years ago, my mother had filled that role, it was now Katharine's turn. She would have Cranmer to help her.
My father set out for Calais, leaving her in charge not only of the country but of Edward.
I think the latter must have caused her the greater anxiety. Edward's health had been a matter of concern since his birth. It was not only Mrs. Penn who watched him so anxiously. Mrs. Penn did so from love of the child whom she regarded as her own, others out of fear of what their fate would be if anything should happen to the heir of England and they be held responsible.
Since her marriage Katharine had lived in a state of perpetual anxiety. I wondered she was as well as she was.
Naturally I was present when my father took his farewells of the family, and I heard him say to Katharine that she must take care of his son, for it seemed God had denied him the blessing of others. That was a veiled threat—well, at least a reproach—which must have made her shiver. I was so sorry for her. So unwillingly had she gone into that marriage, and rarely could a crown have sat so heavily on any head.
My friendship would have been deeper with her had it not been for her leanings toward the reformed religion. It put a barrier between us. My dream of bringing England back to Rome was stronger than ever, for I could not believe that Edward had a long life before him. I was approaching thirty, and I was the next in line. I was sure that my father would never get a healthy child. It was significant that the Duke of Richmond had died so young. It seemed that only the girls could cling firmly enough to life to sustain it. Elizabeth was an example of this, and I had managed to survive so far in spite of my recurring illnesses.
I suspected that the Queen was interesting Edward in the New Learning. She was with him and Elizabeth and Jane a great deal. Edward and Jane were almost fanatically devoted to her, and I was sure they would believe all she told them. I was not certain of Elizabeth. When I was present, these matters were only lightly touched on. The Queen knew that I was a devoted Catholic. My mother had been one, and I should never change. She knew in her heart that I did not accept my father as Supreme Head of the Church, but she never mentioned this because to do so would put me in acute danger.
I tried to discover from Elizabeth how far this indoctrination of Edward had gone, but Elizabeth was non-committal. She herself would never be totally immersed in religion. She was like so many in high places. Her religion would depend on what was most expedient to her own welfare.
While the King was away, Anne Askew arrived at the Court. I did not realize at the time how significant this was.
I heard about it from Susan.
She said, “The Queen is so kind to those in distress. Poor Anne Askew is indeed in trouble. Some people's lives are so sad…particularly women who are shuffled about to please their families. Anne should never have married. She is a reformer really. She is deeply religious… one of those people to whom religion means more than anything on Earth.”
“Tell me about her. Why is she here?”
“She was Anne Kyme and forced into marriage in spite of having no taste for it. Her elder sister was betrothed to Mr. Kyme of Kelsey. It meant a joining together of estates—those of Mr. Kyme and Sir William Askew. The elder sister died before the marriage could take place, and Anne was served up as the bride.”
“Poor girl. As you say, we are treated like clauses in a treaty. I should be well aware of this. How many times has it happened to me?”
“You, my lady, had the good fortune to escape.”
“I often wonder whether it was always good fortune.”
“Philip of Bavaria was a very charming man. Perhaps … who knows…?”
I shook my head. “Tell me more of this Anne.”
“She had two children, but her faith meant more to her than anything else. There are people like that.”
I thought of my mother, and I was aware that I had failed. I had saved my life with a lie. I had agreed to the King's supremacy. Well, Chapuys had advised me to do so and I had to think of my mission.
“In what way did her faith mean more to her than her children?” I asked.
“She would insist on proclaiming it. Now she has lost her home. Her husband has turned her out. It is said that there will be a divorce and she will lose her home and her children for her faith.”
“What will happen to her?”
“The Queen will help her. Doubtless give her a place in her household.”
“She will find her discourse interesting, I doubt not.”
Susan nodded but said nothing. We were on dangerous ground.
I saw Anne Askew on one or two occasions. She was very good-looking and clearly a woman of purpose. There was something rather awe-inspiring about her.
I forgot about her in the next few days. The weather had become exceptionally hot, and almost as soon as we had moved into a new house we had to leave it for sweetening. One could not escape the stench of decaying rubbish in the streets; there were flies everywhere.
At such times an outbreak of plague was almost inevitable.
Susan came to me and told me breathlessly that the body of a man had been found in Gray's Inn Lane. He had collapsed and died and the spots on his face indicated that he was a victim of the plague. That was the first case. Others came fast and in increasing numbers.
The Court was in London, and the Queen was full of anxiety.
She came to me and said, “Should we leave, do you think?”
I was unsure.
She went on, “Edward is not well at the moment. He is coughing and having his headaches rather frequently. We should have to pass through the streets on our way. He would be very susceptible to infection. On the other hand, to leave him here…”
I could not give her an opinion. If she allowed Edward to stay here, and he caught the plague, she would be blamed for leaving him in danger; so would she be if she took him through the streets of London and he caught it. There was no way out of her dilemma.
She loved the boy; but also her own life was in danger. If Edward died, some charge would surely be brought against her.
She was in a state of nervous tension. There was no one who could advise her. None dared. They wanted no hand in this decision.
At length she made up her mind.
The sultry heat was continuing; the plague was growing worse.
She gave orders that the household was to prepare to leave London.
IN THE CLEAN COUNTRY air Edward's cough improved and Katharine gave thanks to God for one more deliverance. Her head was safe on her shoulders until the next alarm came.
The Regency had been successful, and the King was coming home. He had taken Boulogne so he could return as a conqueror, a role which pleased him mightily.
His friendship with the Emperor—never on very firm ground—had waned and, although they claimed themselves to be allies, they were fighting with different objects in view. Each was concerned with his own interests: my father to subdue Scotland forever and to bring it under the control of England and the Emperor to force Francois to give up Milan.
