Philippa Gregory 3-Book Tudor Collection 2: The Queen’s Fool, The Virgin’s Lover, The Other Queen. Philippa Gregory
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      ‘When I am released from Elizabeth’s service,’ I said. ‘Then I will join him in France.’

      He nodded, thoughtful. ‘You know that you are a desirable woman now, Mistress Boy? I would not have known you for the little half-lad that you were.’

      I could feel my cheeks burning scarlet but I did not drop my eyes like some pretty servant, overwhelmed by the master’s smile. I kept my head up and I felt his look flicker over me like a lick.

      ‘I would never have taken you while you were a child,’ he said. ‘It’s a sin not to my taste.’

      I nodded, waiting for what was coming next.

      ‘And not while you were scrying for my tutor,’ he said. ‘I would not have robbed either of you of your gift.’

      I stayed silent.

      ‘But when you are a woman grown and another man’s wife you can come to me, if you desire me,’ he said. His voice was low, warm, infinitely tempting. ‘I would like to love you, Hannah. I would like to hold you in my arms and feel your heart beat fast, as I think it is doing now.’ He paused. ‘Am I right? Heart thudding, throat dry, knees weak, desire rising?’

      Silently, honestly, I nodded.

      He smiled. ‘So I shall stay this side of the table and you shall stay that, and you shall remember when you are a virgin and a girl no longer, that I desire you, and you shall come to me.’

      I should have protested my genuine love and respect for Daniel, I should have raged at Lord Robert’s arrogance. Instead I smiled at him as if I agreed, and stepped slowly backwards, one step after another, from the desk until I reached the door.

      ‘Can I bring you anything when I come again?’ I asked.

      He shook his head. ‘Don’t come until I send for you,’ he ordered coolly, very far from my own state of arousal. ‘And stay clear of Kat Ashley and Elizabeth for your own sake, my bird, after you have given your message. Don’t come to me unless I send for you by name.’

      I nodded, felt the wood of the door behind me, and tapped on it with fingers which trembled.

      ‘But you will send for me?’ I persisted in a small voice. ‘You won’t just forget about me?’

      He put his fingers to his lips and blew me a kiss. ‘Mistress Boy, look around, do you see a court of men and women who adore me? I have no visitors but my wife and you. Everyone else has slipped away but the two women that love me. I do not send for you often because I do not choose to endanger you. I doubt that you want the attention of the court directed to who you are, and where you come from, and where your loyalties lie, even now. I send for you when I have work for you, or when I cannot go another day without seeing you.’

      The soldier swung open the door behind me but I could not move.

      ‘You like to see me?’ I whispered. ‘Did you say that sometimes you cannot go another day without seeing me?’

      His smile was as warm as a caress and as lightly given. ‘The sight of you is one of my greatest pleasures,’ he said sweetly. Then the soldier gently put a hand under my elbow, and I went out.

       Spring – Summer 1555

      At Hampton Court they made the room ready for the queen’s confinement. The privy chamber behind her bedroom was hung with the richest of tapestries especially chosen for their holy and encouraging scenes. The windows were bolted shut so that not a breath of air should come into the room. They tied the posts of the bed with formidable and frightening straps that she might cling to, while her labour tore her thirty-nine-year-old body apart. The bed was dressed with a magnificent pillow cover and counterpane which the queen and her ladies had been embroidering since her wedding day. There were great log piles beside the stone fireplace so that the room could be heated to fever pitch. They shrouded the floors with carpets so that every sound should be muffled and they brought in the magnificent royal cradle with a two-hundred-and-forty-piece layette for the boy who would be born within the next six weeks.

      At the head of the magnificent cradle was carved a couplet to welcome the prince:

      The child which Thou to Mary, oh Lord of Might, does send To England’s joy: in health preserve, keep, and defend

      In the rooms outside the privy chambers were midwives, rockers, nurses, apothecaries and doctors in a constant stream of coming and going, and everywhere the nursemaids ran with piles of freshly laundered linen to store in the birthing chamber.

      Elizabeth, now free to walk in the palace, stood on the threshold of the confinement room with me. ‘All those weeks in there,’ she said in utter horror. ‘It would be like being walled up alive.’

      ‘She needs to rest,’ I said. Secretly I was afraid for the queen in that dark room. I thought that she would be ill if she were to be kept from the light and the sunshine for so long. She would not be allowed to see the king, nor to have any company or music or singing or dancing. She would be like a prisoner in her own chamber. And in less than two months’ time, when the baby would come, it would be unendurably hot, locked into that room, curtained in darkness and shrouded in cloth.

      Elizabeth stepped back from the doorway with an ostentatiously virginal shudder, and led the way through the presence chamber and into the gallery. Long solemn portraits of Spanish grandees and princes now lined the walls. Elizabeth went past them without turning her head, as if by ignoring them she could make them disappear.

      ‘Funny to think of her releasing me from prison just as she goes into her confinement,’ she said, hiding her glee as best she could. ‘If she knew what it was like being trapped inside four walls she would change the tradition. I will never be locked up again.’

      ‘She will do her duty for the baby,’ I said firmly.

      Elizabeth smiled, holding to her own opinion with serene self-confidence. ‘I hear you went to see Lord Robert in the Tower.’ She took my arm and drew me close to her, so that she could whisper.

      ‘He wanted some writing paper from my father’s old shop,’ I replied steadily.

      ‘He gave you a message for Kat,’ Elizabeth pursued. ‘She told me herself.’

      ‘I delivered it to her, herself. About ribbons,’ I said dampeningly. ‘He is accustomed to use me as his haberdasher and stationer. It is where he first saw me, at my father’s shop.’

      She paused and looked at me. ‘So you know nothing about anything, Hannah?’

      ‘Exactly so,’ I said.

      ‘You won’t see this then,’ she said smartly, and released her hold on me to turn and smile over her shoulder at a gentleman in a dark suit, who had come out of a side room behind us and was following us, walking slowly in our wake.

      To my amazement I recognised the king. I pressed myself back against the wall and bowed, but he did not even notice me, his eyes were fixed on Elizabeth. His pace quickened as he saw the momentary hesitation in Elizabeth’s step, as she paused and smiled at СКАЧАТЬ