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  We are on our knees praying for the health and safety of the royal family when to my surprise there is a new prayer inserted without warning into the familiar words. Without a flicker of shame, the priest bids my court, my ladies and myself to give thanks for the king’s wife Katherine.

  ‘We render thanks to thee, oh Lord, that after so many strange accidents that have befallen the king’s marriages, that Thou hast been pleased to give him a wife so entirely conformed to his inclinations as her, he now has.’

  I cannot help myself, my head bobs up from reverent submission and I meet the surprised gaze of the Richmond priest in the choir stalls. He is reading the celebration of the king’s wife from an official document, he has been ordered to read this as he might be ordered to read a new law. Henry, in his madness, has commanded every church in England to thank God that after the many ‘strange accidents’ of his previous marriages, he now has a wife who conforms to his inclinations. I am so outraged by the language of this, by the sentiment of it, and by the fact that I have to be on my knees listening to this insult, that I half-rise to my feet in protest.

  At once an insistent hand grabs the back of my gown and pulls me down, I stumble for a moment and fall back to my knees again. Lotte, my translator, gives me a small smile, puts her hands together in a portrait of devotion and closes her eyes. Her gesture steadies me. This is indeed an insult, most gross and thoughtless; but to respond to it is to charge into danger. If the king requires me to go on my knees and describe myself to the kingdom as a strange accident, then it is not for me to point out that our marriage was no accident but a well-planned and thoughtfully considered contract which he broke for the simple and sufficient reason that he preferred someone else. It is not my place to point out that since our marriage was real and valid he is now either an adulterer, or a bigamist, living in sin with a second wife. It is not my place to point out that if little Kitty Howard, a light-hearted, light-mannered child, is the only woman he has ever found who conforms to his inclinations then either she must be the greatest actor that ever lived, or he must be the most deluded fool that ever married a girl young enough to be his own daughter.

  Henry is a madman now, doting on a girl like a senile fool, and he has just ordered the whole of his country to thank God for his folly. In churches up and down the land people will be biting their lips to contain their smiles, honest men will be cursing the luck that puts them in Henry’s church with this nonsense included in their prayers. ‘Amen,’ I say loudly, and when we rise to our feet for the blessing I show the priest a serene and devout face. My only thought, as we leave the church, is that poor Princess Mary at Hunsden will be choking with indignation at the insult to her mother, at the blasphemy of having to pray for Kitty Howard, and the idiocy of her father. Please God she has the sense to say nothing. It seems whatever the king likes to do, we must all say nothing.

  On Tuesday, one of my ladies gazing out of the window remarks: ‘Here is the ambassador, running up the garden from a river boat. What can have happened?’

  I rise to my feet. Dr Harst never visits me without first sending notice that he is coming. Something must have happened at court. My first thought is for Elizabeth or Mary, my first fear is that something has happened to them. If only Mary has not been driven by her father to defy him! ‘Stay here,’ I say shortly to my women, and I throw a shawl around my shoulders, and go down to greet him.

  He is entering the hall as I come down the stairs and at once I know that something serious has happened.

  ‘What is it?’ I ask him in German.

  He shakes his head at me, and I have to wait until the servants have come and gone, served him with wine and biscuits, and I can send them all from the room. ‘What is it?’

  ‘I came at once, without the full story, because I want you to be forewarned,’ he says.

  ‘Forewarned of what? It is not the Princess Mary?’

  ‘No. It is the queen.’

  ‘She is with child?’

  He shakes his head. ‘I don’t know exactly. But she has been confined to her chambers since yesterday. And the king will not see her.’

  ‘She is ill? He is terrified of taking the plague.’

  ‘No. There are no physicians called.’

  ‘She is not accused of plotting against him?’ I name the greatest fear.

  ‘I will tell you all I know, and it is mostly gathered from the servant we have in the king’s rooms. The king and queen attended Mass on the Sunday, and the priest gave thanks for the king’s marriage, as you know.’

  ‘I know.’

  ‘Sunday evening the king was quiet and dined alone, as if he was sinking into his old illness. He didn’t go to her rooms. Monday he locked himself in his rooms and the queen was locked in hers. Today Archbishop Cranmer went in to talk with her, and came out in silence.’

  I look at him. ‘She was locked in? And the king locked himself away?’

  Silently he nods.

  ‘What d’you think it means?’

  ‘I think the queen has been accused. But we cannot yet know the accusation. What we must consider is whether she will implicate you.’

  ‘Me?’

  ‘If she is accused of a Papist plot, or of bewitching the king into impotence, people will remember that you were accused of a Papist plot, and that he was impotent with you. People will remember your friendship with her. People will remember that you danced with her at court at Christmas and he was ill by Lent, as soon as you left. People may think that the two of you have made a plot against him. They may even say the two of you have ill-wished him.’

  I put out my hand as if I would stop him. ‘No, no.’

  ‘I know it is not true. But we have to consider the worst that could be said. And try to guard against it. Shall I write to your brother?’

  ‘He won’t help me,’ I say sullenly. ‘I am alone.’

  ‘Then we must prepare,’ he says. ‘You have good horses in your stables?’

  I nod.

  ‘Then give me some money and I shall have other horses ready all the way down the road to Dover,’ he says decisively. ‘The moment I think that it is going against you, we can leave the country.’

  ‘He will close the ports,’ I warn. ‘He did the last time.’

  ‘We won’t be trapped again. I shall hire a fishing boat to serve us,’ he says. ‘We know now what he can do. We know what lengths he will go to. We will get away before they have even decided to arrest you.’

  I look at the closed door. ‘There will be someone in my service who will know that you have come to warn me,’ I say. ‘Just as we have a man in his service, he will have put a spy here. I am watched.’

  ‘I know the man,’ Dr Harst says with quiet pleasure. ‘And he will report my visit today but he will say nothing more. He is my man now. I think we are safe.’

  ‘Safe as mice under the scaffold,’ I say bitterly.

  He nods. ‘As long as the axe falls on others.’

  I shudder. ‘Who deserves it? Not me, but not little Kitty Howard either! What did she and I ever do but marry where we were bid?’

  ‘As long as you escape it, my job is done,’ he says. ‘The queen must look to her own friends for help.’

  Katherine, Hampton Court, November 1541

  Now, let me see, what do I have now?

  Surprise, surprise! I have no friends and I thought I had dozens.

  I have no lovers, and I thought I was pestered by them.

  I don’t even have a family, as it turns out, they are all gone.

  I have no husband for he won’t see me, and I don’t even have a confessor for the archbishop himself has become my inquisitor. Everyone is so mean to me and it is so unfair, I don’t know what to think or say. They came to me when I was dancing with my ladies, and said that it was the king’s orders that I was not to leave my rooms.

  For a moment – I am such a fool, grandmother was right when she said that there never was a greater fool than me – I thought it was a mas