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  He looked at me with fear in his eyes. ‘What will happen to us if she dies?’

  The sweat had come to court with a vengeance. Half a dozen people who had been dancing were in their chambers. One girl had already died, Anne’s own maid was sick as a dog in the rooms which she shared with half a dozen others, and while I was waiting for the physician to send some medicines for Anne, I had a message from William telling me not to come near him, but to take a bath with spirit of aloes in the water, for he had the sweat and prayed to God that he had not given it to me.

  I went along to his chamber and spoke to him from the doorway. He had the same yellowish tinge to his face as Anne, and he too was piled with blankets and still shivering with cold.

  ‘Don’t come in,’ he ordered me. ‘Don’t come any closer.’

  ‘Are you being cared for?’ I asked.

  ‘Yes, and I’ll take a wagon to Norfolk,’ he said. ‘I want to be home.’

  ‘Wait a few days and go when you are better.’

  He looked at me from the bed, his face contorted with the pain of the illness. ‘Ah, my silly child-wife,’ he said. ‘I can’t afford to wait. Care for the children at Hever.’

  ‘Of course I will,’ I said, still not understanding him.

  ‘D’you think we made another baby?’ he asked.

  ‘I don’t know yet.’

  William closed his eyes for a moment as if he were making a wish. ‘Well, whatever happens is in the hands of God,’ he said. ‘But I should have liked to have made a true Carey on you.’

  ‘There’ll be plenty of time for that,’ I said. ‘When you are better.’

  He gave me a little smile. ‘I’ll think of that, little wife,’ he said tenderly, though his teeth still chattered. ‘And if I am not at court for a while, do you take care of yourself and of our children.’

  ‘Of course,’ I said. ‘But you will come back, as soon as you are better?’

  ‘The moment I am well again I will come back,’ he promised. ‘You go to Hever and be with the children.’

  ‘I don’t know when they’ll let me go.’

  ‘Go today,’ he advised. ‘There’ll be uproar when they know how many people have taken the sweat. It’s very bad, my love. It’s very bad in the City. Henry will be off like a hare, mark my words. No-one will look for you for a week, and you can be safe with the children in the country. Find George and get him to take you. Go now.’

  I hesitated for a moment, tempted to do as he told me.

  ‘Mary, if this was the last thing I told you to do I could not be more serious. Go to Hever and care for the children while the court is sick. It would be very bad if your babies were to lose both mother and father to the sweat.’

  ‘But what d’you mean? You won’t die?’

  He managed a smile. ‘Of course not. But I’ll be happier in my mind on my journey to my home if I know you are safe. Find George and tell him that I commanded you to go, and him to escort you safely.’

  I took half a step inside the room.

  ‘Don’t come any closer!’ he snapped. ‘Just go!’

  His tone was rude, and I turned on my heel and went out of the room in something of a pet and closed the door behind me with a little slam, so that he should know that I was offended.

  It was the last time that I ever saw him alive.

  George and I had been at Hever for little more than a week when Anne arrived travelling almost alone, in an open wagon. She was faint with exhaustion when she arrived and neither George nor I had the courage to nurse her ourselves. A wise woman from Edenbridge came in and took her to the tower room and sent for enormous portions of food and wine, some of which, we hoped, were actually eaten by Anne. The whole country was either sick or in a terror of sickness. Two maids left the castle to nurse their parents in nearby villages and both of them died. It was a most fearsome disease and George and I woke every morning in a sweat of terror and spent the rest of the day wondering if we too were destined to die.

  The king, at the first signs of sickness, had left at once and gone to Hunsdon. That in itself was bad enough for the Boleyns. The court was in chaos, the country gripped by death. Worse for us: Queen Katherine was well, the Princess Mary was well, and the two of them, with the king, travelled together for the whole of the summer, as if they were the only ones blessed by heaven, untouched in a sea of sickness.

  Anne fought for life, as she had fought for the king, a long dogged battle in which she brought all her determination to bear against almost impossible odds. Love letters came from the king, marked Hunsdon, Tittenhanger, Ampthill, recommending one cure or another, promising that he had not forgotten her and that he still loved her. But clearly, the divorce could not progress while there was no business being done at all, when even the cardinal himself was sick. It was half-forgotten and the queen was at the king’s side and their engaging little princess was their best companion and greatest entertainment. Everything had somehow stopped for the summer and Anne’s sense of the flying of time, and Anne’s desperation, were nothing to a man whose greatest fear was illness, and who was miraculously blessed with good health amid a sea of misery.

  By our good fortune, the Boleyn luck, the sweat did not come to Hever and the children and I were safe in the familiar green fields and meadows. I had a letter from William’s mother which told me that he had reached his home, as he had wanted, before he had died. It was a short cold letter which at the end congratulated me on being a free woman again; as if she rather thought that my marriage vows had never constrained me very much in the past.

  I read the letter in the garden, on my favourite seat, looking towards the moat and the stone walls of the castle. I thought of the man I had cuckolded and who, in the last few months, had become such a delightful lover and husband. I knew that I had never given him his due. He had been married to a child and left by a girl, and when I came back to him as a woman it was always with an element of calculation in my kiss.

  Now I realised that his death had set me free. If I could escape another husband, I might buy a little manor farm on my family’s lands in Kent or Essex. I might have land that I could call my own and crops that I could watch grow. I might at last become a woman in my own right instead of the mistress of one man, the wife of another, and the sister of a Boleyn. I might bring up my children under my own roof. Of course, I had to get some money from somewhere, I had to persuade some man, Howard, Boleyn, or king, to give me a pension so that I could raise my children and feed myself, but it might be possible for me to gain enough to be a modest widow living in the country on my own little farm.

  ‘You cannot really want to be a nobody,’ George exclaimed as I outlined this plan as we were walking together in the woods. The children were hiding behind trees and stalking us as we walked slowly ahead of them. We were to play the parts of a pair of deer. George was wearing a bunch of twigs in his hat to signify antlers. Now and then we could hear little Henry’s irresistible chuckle of excitement as he crashingly approached, believing himself completely unseen and unheard. I could not help thinking of his father’s enthusiasm for disguises and how he too always thought that people were baffled by the simplest stratagem. Now, I indulged my son and pretended that I did not hear his noisy dash from tree to tree nor see him run from shadow to bush.

  ‘You have been the favourite of the court,’ George protested. ‘Why would you not want to make a grand marriage? Father or Uncle could get the pick of England for you. When Anne becomes queen then you could have a French prince.’

  ‘It’s still woman’s work whether it’s done in a great hall or in the kitchen,’ I said bitterly. ‘I know it well enough. It’s earning no money for yourself and everything for your husband and master. It’s obeying him as quickly and as well as if you were a groom of the servery. It’s having to tolerate anything he chooses to do, and smile as he does it. I’ve served Queen Katherine in these last few years. I’ve seen how life has been for her. I wouldn’t be a princess, not even for a prince