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  “What?” he asked, confused.

  “When you pour a glass of wine, it comes first to me. When you open my bedroom door you ask me if I want to admit the visitor. I am going to be queen, George, and you must learn to serve me as a queen.”

  He did not flare up at her as he had done when he was freshly home from Europe. Even in that short time he had seen that Anne had great power. She did not care if she quarreled with her uncle, or with any of the men at court that could have been her allies. She did not care who hated her, as long as the king was at her beck and call. And she could ruin any man she chose.

  George put his glass down on the hearth and crawled up on the bed so that he was on his hands and knees, with his face just inches from hers. “My little queen in waiting,” he purred.

  Anne’s face softened at his intimacy.

  “My little princess,” he whispered. Gently he kissed her on the nose and then the lips. “Don’t be a shrew with me,” he begged her. “We all know that you are the first lady of the kingdom, but be sweet to me, Anne. We’ll all be so much happier if you are sweet to me.”

  Unwillingly, she smiled. “You must show me every respect,” she warned him.

  “I will lie beneath your horse’s hooves,” he promised her.

  “And never take liberties.”

  “I would rather die.”

  “Then you can come here and I will be sweet to you,” she said.

  He leaned forward and kissed her again. Her eyes closed and her lips smiled and then parted. I watched as he pressed closer, and his finger went to her bare shoulder and stroked her neck. I watched, quite fascinated and quite horrified, as his fingers went into her smooth dark hair and pulled her head back for his kiss. Then she opened her eyes with a little sigh. “Enough.” And she pushed him gently off the bed. George returned to his place at the fireside and we all pretended that it was nothing more than a brotherly kiss.

  The next day Jane Parker was as confident as ever. She smiled at me, she curtsied at Anne and handed her cape as Anne was about to go out walking by the river with the king.

  “I would have thought you would have been displeased this day, my lady.”

  Anne took the cape. “Why?”

  “The news,” Jane said.

  “What news?” I asked, so that Anne did not appear curious.

  Jane answered me, but she watched Anne. “The Countess of Northumberland is divorcing Henry Percy.”

  Anne staggered for a moment and went white.

  “Oh!” I cried, to draw the attention to me and from Anne. “What a scandal! Why should she divorce him? What an idea! How very wrong of her.”

  Anne had recovered, but Jane had watched her. “Why,” Jane said, in a voice like silk. “She says that their marriage was never valid at all. She says that there was a pre-contract. She says that all along he has been married to you, Lady Anne.”

  Anne’s head went up and she smiled at Jane. “Lady Rochford, you do bring me the most extraordinary tidings. And you do choose the strangest of times to bring them to me. Last night you were creeping and listening at my door, and now you are as filled with bad news as a dead dog with maggots. If the Countess of Northumberland is unhappy in her marriage then I am sure that we all grieve for her.” There was a little murmur from the ladies, more like avid curiosity than sympathy. “But if she wants to claim that Henry Percy was betrothed to me then it is simply not true. In either case, the king is waiting for me and you are delaying me.”

  Anne tied her own cape and swept from the room. Two or three of her ladies followed her, as they should all have done. The rest held back, circling Jane Parker for more scandal.

  “Jane, I am sure the king will want to see you attending Lady Anne,” I said spitefully.

  At once she had to go, she followed Anne from the room and the others trailed behind her.

  I picked up my skirts and ran like a schoolgirl to my uncle’s apartments.

  He was at his desk, though it was early in the afternoon. A clerk stood at his elbow, writing memoranda as my uncle dictated. My uncle frowned when I put my head around the door and then motioned me in and gestured that I should wait.

  “What is it?” he asked. “I am busy. I’ve just heard that Thomas More is unhappy with the king’s matter against the queen. I didn’t expect him to like it but I was hoping his conscience could swallow it. I’d give a thousand crowns not to have Thomas More openly against us.”

  “It’s something else,” I said tersely. “But important.”

  My uncle waved the clerk from the room.

  “Anne?” he asked.

  I nodded. We were a family business now and Anne was our goods for sale. My uncle knew, without me telling him, that if I ran to his rooms first thing in the afternoon, then it was a crisis in our trading.

  “Jane just said that the Countess of Northumberland is to petition for divorce against Henry Percy,” I said in a rush. “Jane said that she is arguing he was pre-contracted to Anne.”

  “Damnation,” my uncle swore.

  “Did you know?”

  “Of course I knew she had it in mind. I thought she was going to plead desertion or cruelty or buggery or something. I thought we had moved her away from the pre-contract business.”

  “We?”

  He scowled at me. “We. Doesn’t matter who, does it?”

  “No.”

  “And how does Jane know?” he demanded irritably.

  “Oh Jane knows everything. She was listening at Anne’s door last night.”

  “What could she have heard?” he asked, the spymaster in him always alert.

  “Nothing,” I said staunchly. “George was there and we were doing nothing but talking and drinking a glass of wine.”

  “No one but George?” he asked sharply.

  “Who else could it be?”

  “That’s what I’m asking you.”

  “You cannot doubt Anne’s chastity.”

  “She spends her life spinning her toils around men.”

  Even I could not let this injustice go. “She spins her toils around the king, as you ordered.”

  “So where is she now?”

  “In the garden with the king.”

  “Go to her straightaway and tell her to deny everything with Henry Percy. No betrothal of any sort, no pre-contract. Just a boy and a girl in springtime and a green affection. A pageboy making eyes at a lady in waiting. Nothing more than that, and never returned by her. Just him. Have you got that?”

  “There are those who know different,” I warned him.

  “They’re all bought,” he said. “Except Wolsey, and he’s dead.”

  “He might have told the king, back then, before anyone knew that the king would fall in love with Anne.”

  “He’s dead,” my uncle said with relish “He can’t repeat it. And everyone else will fall over themselves to assure the king that Anne is as chaste as the Virgin Mary. Henry Percy quicker than anyone. It’s only that damned wife of his who is so desperate to get out of that marriage that she’d risk everything.”

  “Why does she hate him so?” I wondered.

  He gave a sharp bark of laughter. “Good God, Mary, you are the most delightful fool. Because he was married to Anne, and she knows it. Because he was in love with Anne, and she knows it. And because losing Anne turned his head to melancholy and he has been a man destroyed ever since. No wonder she doesn’t want to be his wife. Now go and find your sister and lie your head off. Open those beautiful eyes of yours and tell lies for us.”

  I found the king and Anne at the riverside walk. She was talking earnestly to him and his head was inclined toward her as if he could not risk missing a single word. She glanced up when she saw me coming. “Mary will tell you,” she said. “She was my bedfellow then when I was nothing more than a girl new to court.”

  Henry looked up at me and I could see the hurt in his face.

  “It’s the Countess of Northumberland,” Anne explained “Spreading slander about me to s