“But the Duke of Richmond is dead. He died years ago.”
“Not so many. Four years, to be true … just after the King’s second Queen. He was a healthy young man, and how the King doted on him! He was the living proof that the King could get a healthy son, and the perpetual miscarriages of Queen Catherine were not due to him.”
“The Duke of Richmond married one of my uncle’s daughters … my cousin.”
“Oh, there were always strong ties between the Tudors and the Howards. My Lord Duke, your uncle, sees to that. He seeks to unite the families on every occasion. I remember the young Duke of Richmond well—such a handsome young man, with a look of his father—strutting about the Court. It was a pity he was born on the wrong side of the blanket.”
“But even so, he did not live. What of his mother?”
“She was Elizabeth Blount—lady-in-waiting to the Queen Catherine. It was long ago, before you were born.”
“Did the King wish to marry her?”
“No. He had not thought of divorce at that time. The Queen was not so very old then and he had not begun to despair of having a child by her. So young Richmond was born and proved to be a healthy boy. The King was overjoyed, and at the same time frustrated. If only the child had been Prince Henry instead of Henry Fitzroy.”
“What happened to Elizabeth Blount?”
“She received honors and was in due course married to Sir Gilbert Talboys. Manors were bestowed on her for life. As for the boy, he was only six years old when he was made Knight of the Garter and Duke of Richmond. He was married when he was about fourteen to His Grace the Duke’s daughter, your cousin Mary. The King loved him dearly, not only, they say, as a son, but because the boy was a living proof of his own virility.”
“But he died …”
“Yes, very soon after Anne Boleyn. Young Richmond was only seventeen.”
“Did that not show the King that he could not, after all, get healthy sons who lived the normal span?”
“No, they said Richmond had been poisoned.”
“Was it really so?”
“Who can say? Rumor had it that the late Queen and her brother … your cousin and my husband … had poisoned him before they had died. And the result was poor Richmond’s eventual death.”
“Did they really believe that?”
“People believe what they want to believe—the King more than any.” Again she gave that half laugh and looked over her shoulder. “If he were poisoned, then it seems that the King can get healthy children. If he died of some natural cause, the question arises, can he? So it is best to say that the Duke was poisoned. Do you not know that, Katherine Howard? So now the King is looking for a new wife. He needs to give the nation a boy who will grow up in the shadow of himself. He is also not averse to a young and pretty woman who will keep him warm and comforted at night. Therefore, I say to you that however pleasing Queen Anne is to Katherine Howard, you should be very wary, for the King is seeking the road to divorce; and Her Majesty, bearing in mind what had gone before, must be growing very uneasy.”
Tension was growing throughout the Court. The King and Queen were never seen together now and we heard that the Queen was to go to Richmond, where she would take up temporary residence. As one of her ladies, I should, of course, go with her.
It was a few days before we left and we were still at Greenwich when my uncle came and said he would like to talk with me. He would prefer our conversation took place in the gardens, that we might be more private.
Such a pronouncement aroused inevitable apprehension in me and I immediately feared that I had been guilty of some misdemeanor.
We walked under the trees in silence for a moment while I waited for the storm to break.
Instead he said: “It seems that you have been conducting yourself well while you have been at Court, Katherine.” His voice was friendly. “Your grandmother is most pleased with your progress.”
I was aware of that, because of the dresses she had provided, and I was very pleased, for life had become much more pleasant now that I could appear as well dressed as the others.
I was still waiting for what he was to say when the King appeared, surprisingly unaccompanied. I immediately curtsied, and when I raised my eyes I saw that the King was regarding me with the benign smile which I had come to expect from him.
“Well met, Katherine,” he said, and he looked from me to my uncle, still smiling.
“It was a happy choice when my niece and I decided to walk in the gardens,” said my uncle.
“It was indeed,” agreed the King. “I doubt not you have much to engage you, Norfolk?”
“Your Majesty speaks truth. May I have your permission to retire?”
“’Tis granted,” said the King benevolently.
I was preparing to follow my uncle when a plump bejeweled hand was laid on my arm.
“You would stay awhile and talk to your King, Mistress Howard?” he said.
I was overcome with embarrassment, which I believe pleased him, for, as he had said, he liked me to be natural.
There was a seat nearby on which about four people could have sat in comfort.
The King said: “We shall sit there and talk awhile.”
He took my hand and with the other held the stick on which he leaned as we walked.
He sat down and indicated that I should sit beside him. His large person and padded garments took up a good deal of the seat, but there was room for me close to him.
I had rather expected I must kneel at his feet.
He noticed my surprise and that pleased him too. He laid his hand on my thigh and kept it there, patting me now and then.
“You must not be afraid of me, Katherine,” he said.
“Oh no, Your Majesty.”
“You must think it strange that I, your King, should so honor you.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Katherine, shall I tell you something?”
I was completely disarmed by this playful mood.
“Oh, yes please, Your Majesty.”
“I feel honored to be with you,” he said with a meekness which, even in my inexperienced eyes, seemed too ostentatiously assumed.
I stared at him in astonishment, but I knew again that he was delighted by my response.
“You are such a little girl, are you not?”
“I beg Your Majesty’s pardon, but I was born small.”
He laughed out loud and shook with merriment. I felt uplifted, as though I had said something very clever. I was wondering why they were all so much afraid of him, when he could be so kind, so affable.
“Well, so you were.” He squeezed my thigh again, “And I will tell you something else, shall I, sweet Katherine?”
“If it please Your Majesty.”
“I like it well. You are little, Katherine Howard. Women should not be like great mares.” His face darkened. “I never liked that sort. Katherine, I will tell you this. You are the exact size that pleases me.”
I laughed. He was watching me closely, his lips slightly parted so that they no longer looked cruel; his eyes gleamed, and there was an even deeper color than usual in his plump cheeks.
“You continue happy with Court life?” he asked.
“Oh yes, Your Majesty.”
“And you sing and dance and pass the days merrily? Oh, Katherine, you are a happy young lady. I see it in your face. You bring happiness to those about you. Do you know that?”
“I … I did not know.”
“And you think that your King is the happiest because he is the master of them all … this brilliant Court, these men and women—they are here to serve him. You think there must be naught he lacks. Is that so?”
What could I say but “Yes, Your Majesty,” for he was looking at me, expecting an answer.