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  I hunched my shoulders against the coldness of her tone but I was too tired to retort. Dimly, I heard George put down his cup and rise from his chair. I heard his soft kiss on Anne’s forehead.

  “Weary work but everything to play for,” he said quietly. “Goodnight, Annamaria—I leave you to your duties and go to mine.”

  I heard her seductive chuckle. “The whores of Greenwich are a noble calling, my brother. I shall see you tomorrow.”

  Anne’s cape looked wonderful over my red riding habit and she lent me her smart little French riding hat as well. Henry, Anne, I, George, my husband William, and half a dozen others rode alongside the river to the shipyard where they were building the king’s new ship. It was a bright wintry day, the sun sparkled on the water, the fields either side of the river were noisy with the sound of water birds, the geese from Russia overwintering at our milder watermeadows. Against their continual gabble, the quacking of ducks and the call of snipe and curlew were very loud. We cantered beside the river in a little group, my horse shouldering against the king’s big hunter, Anne and George on either side of us. Henry pulled up to a trot and then a walk as we came near to the dock.

  The foreman came out as he saw our party approaching and pulled off his hat and bowed low to the king.

  “I thought to ride out and see how you do,” the king said, smiling down on him.

  “We are honored, Your Majesty.”

  “And how goes the work?” The king swung himself down from the saddle and tossed the reins of his horse to a waiting groom. He turned and lifted me down and tucked my hand into the crook of his elbow and led me to the dry dock.

  “So what d’you think of her?” Henry asked me, squinting up at the smooth oak side of the half-built ship as she rested on the great wooden rollers. “Don’t you think she is going to be most lovely?”

  “Lovely and dangerous,” I said, looking at the gun doors. “Surely the French have nothing as good as this.”

  “Nothing,” Henry said proudly. “If I’d had three beauties like this one at sea last year I would have destroyed the French navy as they skulked in port, and I should have been King of England and France in deed as well as word today.”

  I hesitated. “The French army is said to be very strong,” I ventured. “And Francis very resolute.”

  “He’s a peacock,” Henry said crossly. “All show. And Charles of Spain will take him in the south as I come at him from Calais. The two of us will divide France between us.” Henry turned to the shipwright. “When will she be ready?”

  “In spring,” the man answered.

  “Is the draughtsman here today?”

  The man bowed. “He is.”

  “I have a fancy to have a sketch made of you, Mistress Carey. Will you sit for a moment and let the man take your likeness?”

  I flushed with pleasure. “Of course, if you wish it.”

  Henry nodded to the shipwright who shouted from the platform to the quay below us and a man came running. Henry helped me down the ladder and I sat on a pile of newly sawn planks while a young man in rough homespun cloth sketched a quick likeness of my face.

  “What will you do with the picture?” I asked curiously, trying to keep still and hold a smile on my lips.

  “Wait and see.”

  The artist put his paper to one side. “I have enough.”

  Henry put out his hand to me and raised me to my feet. “Then, sweeting, let’s ride home to our dinner. I’ll take you home around the watermeadows, there’s a good gallop to the castle.”

  The grooms were walking the horses around so that they did not catch cold. Henry threw me up into my saddle and then mounted his own horse. He glanced over his shoulder to see that everyone was ready. Lord Percy was tightening Anne’s girth. She looked down and gave him her slow provocative smile. Then we all turned and rode back to Greenwich as the sun set primrose and cream in the cold winter sky.

  Christmas dinner lasted for nearly all the day and I was sure that Henry would send for me that night. Instead he announced that he would visit the queen and I had to be among the ladies who sat with her, waiting for him to finish drinking with his friends and come to bed in the queen’s apartments.

  Anne pushed a half-sewn shirt into my hands and sat beside me, firmly planting herself on the skirts of my outspread gown so I could not rise without her letting me up. “Oh leave me alone,” I said under my breath.

  “Take that miserable look off your face,” she hissed. “Do your sewing and smile as if you were enjoying it. No man is going to desire you when you look as sulky as a baited bear.”

  “But to spend Christmas night with her…”

  Anne nodded. “D’you want to know why?”

  “Yes.”

  “Some beggarly soothsayer told him that he would get a son tonight. He’s hoping the queen might give him an autumn child. Lord, what fools men are.”

  “A soothsayer?”

  “Yes. Foretold a son, if he forsook all other women. No need to ask who paid her.”

  “What d’you mean?”

  “My guess is that we’d find Seymour gold in her pocket if we turned her upside down and shook her very hard. But it’s too late for that now. The damage is done. He’ll be in the queen’s bed tonight and every night till twelfth night. So you had better make sure that when he walks past you to do his duty he remembers what he’s missing.”

  I bent my head lower over my sewing. Anne, watching me, saw a tear fall on the hem of the shirt and saw me blot it with my finger.

  “Little fool,” she said roughly. “You’ll get him back.”

  “I hate the thought of him lying with her,” I whispered. “I wonder if he calls her sweeting, too?”

  “Probably,” Anne said bluntly. “Not many men have the wit to vary the tune. But he’ll do his duty by her and then look around again, and if you catch his eye and smile then it will be you again.”

  “How can I smile when my heart is breaking?”

  Anne gave a little giggle. “Oh what a tragedy queen! You can smile when your heart is breaking because you are a woman, and a courtier, and a Howard. That’s three reasons for being the most deceitful creature on God’s earth. Now sshh—here he comes.”

  George came in first with a quick smile for me and went to kneel at the queen’s feet. She gave him her hand with a pretty blush, she was glowing with pleasure that the king was coming to her. Henry came in next with my husband, William, and with his hand on Lord Percy’s shoulder. He walked past me with nothing more than a nod of his head though Anne and I stood as he entered the room and dipped low into a curtsy. He went straight to the queen, kissed her on the lips and then led the way into her privy chamber. Her maids went in with them and shortly came out and closed the door. The rest of us were left outside in silence.

  William looked around and smiled at me. “Well met, good wife,” he said pleasantly. “Shall you be keeping your present quarters for much longer, d’you think? Or will you want me as a bedfellow again?”

  “That must depend on the command of the queen and of our uncle,” George said evenly. His hand slid along his belt to where his sword would hang. “Marianne cannot choose for herself, as you know.”

  William did not rise to the challenge. He gave me a rueful smile. “Peace, George,” he said. “I don’t need you to explain it all to me. I should know by now.”

  I looked away. Lord Percy had drawn Anne into an alcove and I heard her seductive giggle at something that he said. She saw me watching and said more loudly: “Lord Percy is writing sonnets to me, Mary. Do tell him that his lines don’t scan.”

  “It’s not even finished,” Percy protested. “I was just telling you the first line and already you are too critical.”

  “‘Fair lady—thou dost treat me with disdain—’”

  “I think that’s a very good start,” I said helpfully. “How would you go on, Lord Percy?”

  “It’s clearly not a good start,” George said. “To start a courtship with di