Philippa Gregory 3-Book Tudor Collection 2: The Queen’s Fool, The Virgin’s Lover, The Other Queen. Philippa Gregory
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СКАЧАТЬ crowds at the head of a cheering army. ‘I thought so too,’ she said. ‘I thought that my unhappiness was over. The fear that I felt all through my childhood: the nightmares at night, and the terrible waking every day to find that they were true. I thought that if I was proclaimed queen and crowned queen then I would feel safe. But now it is worse than before. Every day I hear of another plot against me, every day I see someone look askance when I go to Mass, every day I hear someone admire Lady Elizabeth’s learning or her dignity or her grace. Every day I know that another man has whispered with the French ambassador, spread a little gossip, told a little lie, suggested that I would throw my kingdom into the lap of Spain; as if I had not spent my life, my whole life, waiting for the throne! As if my mother did not sacrifice herself, refuse any agreement with the king so that she might keep me as the heir! She died without me at her side, without a kind word from him, in a cold damp ruin, far away from her friends, so that I might one day be queen. As though I would throw away her inheritance for a mere fancy for a portrait! Are they mad that they think I might so forget myself?

      ‘There is nothing, nothing, more precious to me than this throne. There is nothing more precious to me than these people; and yet they cannot see it and they will not trust me!’

      She was shaking, I had never seen her so distressed. ‘Your Grace,’ I said. ‘You must be calm. You have to seem serene, even when you are not.’

      ‘I have to have someone on my side,’ she whispered, as if she had not heard me. ‘Someone who cares about me, someone who understands the danger I am in. Someone to protect me.’

      ‘Prince Philip of Spain will not …’ I began but she raised her hand to silence me.

      ‘Hannah, I have nothing else to hope for but him. I hope that he comes to me, despite all the wicked slander against him, despite the danger to us both. Despite the threats that they will kill him the moment he sets foot in this kingdom. I hope to God that he has the courage to come to me and make me his wife and keep me safe. For as God is my witness, I cannot rule this kingdom without him.’

      ‘You said you would be a virgin queen,’ I reminded her. ‘You said you would live as a nun for your people and have no husband but them and no children but them.’

      She turned away from the window, from the view of the cold river and the iron sky. ‘I said it,’ she concurred. ‘But I did not know then what it would be like. I did not know then that being a queen would bring me even more pain than being a princess. I did not know that to be a virgin queen, as I am, means to be forever in danger, forever haunted by the fear of the future, and forever alone. And worse than everything else: forever knowing that nothing I do will last.’

      The queen’s dark mood lasted till dinner time and she took her seat with her head bowed and her face grim. A deadened silence fell over the great hall, no-one could be merry with the queen under a cloud, and everyone had their own fears. If the queen could not hold her throne, who could be sure of the safety of his house? If she were to be thrown down and Elizabeth to take her place then the men who had just restored their chapels and were paying for Masses to be sung would have to turn their coats again. It was a quiet anxious court, everyone looking around, and then there was a ripple of interest as Will Somers rose up from his seat, straightened his doublet with a foppish flick of his wrists and approached the queen’s table. When he knew that all eyes were upon him he dropped elegantly to one knee and flourished a kerchief in a bow.

      ‘What is it, Will?’ she asked absently.

      ‘I have come to proposaloh matrimonioh,’ Will said, as solemn as a bishop, with a ridiculous pronunciation of the words. The whole court held its breath.

      The queen looked up, the glimmer of a smile in her eyes. ‘Matrimony? Will?’

      ‘I am a proclaimed bacheloroh,’ he said, from the back of the hall there was a suppressed giggle. ‘As everybody knowsohs. But I am prepared to overlookoh it, on this occasionoh.’

      ‘What occasion?’ The queen’s voice trembled with laughter.

      ‘On the occasion of my proposaloh,’ he said. ‘To Your Grace, of matrimonioh.’

      It was dangerous ground, even for Will.

      ‘I am not seeking a husband,’ the queen said primly.

      ‘Then I will withdraw,’ he said with immense dignity. He rose to his feet and stepped backwards from the throne. The court held its breath for the jest, the queen too. He paused; his timing was that of a musician, a composer of laughter. He turned. ‘But don’t you go thinkingoh,’ he waved a long bony forefinger at her in warning, ‘don’t you go thinkingoh that you have to throw yourself away on the son of a mere emperororoh. Now you know you could have me, you know.’

      The court collapsed into a gale of laughter, even the queen laughed as Will, with his comical gangling gait, went back to his seat and poured himself an extra large bumper of wine. I looked across at him and he raised it to me, one fool to another. He had done exactly what he was supposed to do: to take the most difficult and most painful thing and turn it into a jest. But Will could always do more than that, he could take the sting from it, he could make a jest that hurt no-one, so that even the queen, who knew that she was tearing her country apart over her determination to be married, could smile and eat her dinner and forget the forces massing against her for at least one evening.

      I went home to my father leaving a court humming with gossip, walking through a city seething with rebellion. The rumours of a secret army mustering to wage war against the queen were everywhere. Everyone knew of one man or another missing from his home, run off to join the rebels. Lady Elizabeth was said to be ready and willing to marry a good Englishman – Edward Courtenay – and had promised to take the throne as soon as her sister was deposed. The men of Kent would not allow a Spanish prince to conquer and subdue them. England was not some dowry which a princess, a half-Spanish princess, could hand over to Spain. There were good Englishmen that the queen should take if she had a mind to marry. There was handsome young Edward Courtenay with a kinship to the royal line on his own account. There were Protestant princelings all over Europe, there were gentlemen of breeding and education who would make a good king-consort to the queen. Assuredly she must marry, and marry at once, for no woman in the world could rule a household, much less a kingdom, without the guidance of a man; a woman’s nature was not fitted to the work, her intelligence could not stretch to the decisions, her courage was not great enough for the difficulties, she had no steadfastness in her nature for the long haul. Of course the queen must marry, and give the kingdom a son and heir. But she should not marry, she should never even have thought of marrying a Spanish prince. The very notion was treason to England and she must be mad for love of him, as everyone was saying, even to think of it. And a queen who could set aside common sense for her lust was not fit to rule. Better to overthrow a queen maddened by desire in her old age than suffer a Spanish tyrant.

      My father had company in the bookshop. Daniel Carpenter’s mother was perched on one of the stools at the counter, her son beside her. I knelt for my father’s blessing, and then made a little bow to Mrs Carpenter and to my husband-to-be. The two parents looked at Daniel and I, as prickly as cats on a garden wall, and tried, without success, to hide their worldly-wise amusement at the irritability of a young couple during courtship.

      ‘I waited to see you and hear the news from court,’ Mrs Carpenter said. ‘And Daniel wanted to see you, of course.’

      The glance that Daniel shot at her made it clear that he did not wish her СКАЧАТЬ