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  But I did learn that I wanted another child. The beauty of him as a boy meant that I had lost my baby and I thought of how it would be to have a baby that was not another pawn in the great game of the throne, but wanted for itself alone. How it would be to have a baby with a man who loved me and who looked forward to the child we might have together. That thought took me back to court in a very quiet and sombre mood.

  William Stafford came to escort me to Richmond Palace and insisted that we leave early in the morning so that the horses could rest at midday. I kissed my children goodbye and came out into the stable yard where Stafford lifted me up into the saddle. I was crying at leaving them and, to my embarrassment, one of my tears fell on his upturned face. He brushed it with a fingertip but instead of wiping his hand on his breeches he put his finger to his lips and licked it.

  ‘What are you doing?’

  At once he looked guilty. ‘You shouldn’t have dropped a tear on me.’

  ‘You shouldn’t have licked it,’ I burst out in reply.

  He didn’t answer, nor did he move away immediately. Then he said: ‘To horse,’ and turned from me and swung into his own saddle. The little cavalcade moved out of the courtyard of the castle and I waved at my boy and my girl, kneeling up at their bedroom window to see me go.

  We rode over the drawbridge with our horses’ hooves sounding like thunder on the hollow wooden boards, and down the long sweeping road to the end of the park. William Stafford edged his horse forward beside mine.

  ‘Don’t cry,’ he said abruptly.

  I glanced sideways at him and wished he would go and ride with his men. ‘I’m not.’

  ‘You are,’ he contradicted me. ‘And I cannot escort a weeping woman all the way to London.’

  ‘I’m not a weeping woman,’ I said with some irritation. ‘But I hate to leave my children and know that I will not see them again for another year. A whole year! I should think I might be allowed to feel a little sad at leaving them.’

  ‘No,’ he said staunchly. ‘And I’ll tell you why. You told me very clearly that a woman has to do as her family bids her. Your family has bidden you to live apart from your children, even to give your son into your sister’s keeping. To fight them and to take your children back makes better sense than to weep. If you choose to be a Boleyn and a Howard then you might as well be happy in your obedience.’

  ‘I’d like to ride alone,’ I said coldly.

  At once he spurred his horse forward and ordered the men at the front of the escort to fall back. They all went back six paces behind me and I rode in silence and in loneliness all the way up the long road to London, just as I had ordered.

  Autumn 1530

  The court was at Richmond and Anne was all smiles after a happy summer in the country with Henry. They had hunted every day and he had given her gift after gift, a new saddle for her hunter and a new set of bow and arrows. He had ordered his saddler to make a beautiful pillion saddle so that she could sit behind him, her arms around his waist, her head against his shoulder so that they could whisper together as they rode. Everywhere they went they were told that the country was admiring them, favouring their plans. Everywhere they were greeted with loyal addresses, poems, masques and tableaux. Every house welcomed them with a shower of petals and freshly strewn herbs beneath their feet. Anne and Henry were assured over and over again that they were a golden couple with a certain future. Nothing could possibly go wrong for them.

  My father, home from France, decided to say nothing to disturb this picture. ‘If they’re happy together then thank God for it,’ he remarked to my uncle. We were watching Anne at the archery butts on the terrace above the river. She was a skilful archer, she looked as if she might take the prize. Only one other lady, Lady Elizabeth Ferrers, looked as if she might outshoot my sister.

  ‘It’s a pleasant change,’ my uncle said sourly. ‘She has the temper of a stable cat, your daughter.’

  My father chuckled comfortably. ‘She takes after her mother,’ he said. ‘All the Howard girls jump one way or another as soon as you look at them. You must have had some fights with your sister when you were children.’

  Uncle Howard looked cool and did not encourage the intimate note. ‘A woman should know her place,’ he said icily.

  Father exchanged a quick look with me. The regular episodes of uproar in the Howard household were well-known. It was hardly surprising. Uncle Howard had openly kept a mistress from the moment that his wife had given him his sons. My aunt swore that she had been nothing more than the laundry woman to the nursery and that to this day the two of them could only couple if they were lying on dirty sheets. The hatred between her and her husband was a constant feature of court, and it was as good as a play to see him lead her in on state occasions when they had to keep up the semblance of unity and appear in public together. He held the very tips of her fingertips, and she turned her head away from him as if he smelled of unwashed hose and dirty ruffs.

  ‘We’re not all blessed with your happy touch with women,’ my father said.

  My uncle shot one surprised look at him. He had been head of the family for so long that he was used to deference. But my father was an earl in his own right now, and his daughter, who at that very moment loosed an arrow and saw it fly straight to the heart of the target, could be queen.

  Anne turned, smiling from her shot, and Henry, unable to keep from her, leaped to his feet out of the chair and hurried down to the butts and kissed her on the mouth, before all the court. Everyone smiled and applauded, Lady Elizabeth concealed as well as she could any sense of pique that she had lost to the favourite, and received a small jewel from the king while Anne took a little headdress shaped like a golden crown.

  ‘A crown,’ my father said, watching the king hold it out to her.

  In an intimate, confident gesture Anne pulled off her hood and stood before us all with her dark hair tumbling back from her forehead in thick glossy ringlets. Henry stepped forward and put the crown on her head. There was a pause of absolute silence.

  The tension was broken by the king’s Fool. He danced behind the king and peeped around him at Anne. ‘Oh Mistress Anne!’ he called. ‘You aimed for the eye of the bull, but you hit very true at another part. The bull’s b …’

  Henry rounded on him with a roar of laughter and aimed a cuff which the Fool dodged. The court exploded in laughter and Anne, beautifully blushing, the little archery crown glinting on her black hair, shook her head at the Fool, wagged her finger at him, and then turned her face in confusion to Henry’s shoulder.

  I was sharing a bedroom with Anne in the second best rooms that Richmond Palace could offer. They were not the queen’s apartments, but they were the next best. There seemed to be an unwritten rule that Anne might commandeer a set of rooms and furnish them as richly as the queen, almost as richly as the king, but she was not yet allowed to live in the queen’s own rooms, even though the queen was never there. New protocols had to be invented all the time in this court which was not like any other before.

  Anne was sprawled on the ornate bed, careless of creasing her gown.

  ‘Good summer?’ she asked me idly. ‘Children well?’

  ‘Yes,’ I said shortly. I would never again speak willingly of my son to her. She had forfeited her right to be his aunt when she had laid claim to be his mother.

  ‘You were watching the archery with Uncle,’ she said. ‘What was he talking about?’

  I thought back. ‘Nothing. Saying you and the king were happy.’

  ‘I have told him that I want Wolsey destroyed. He’s turned against me. He’s supporting the queen.’

  ‘Anne, he lost the Lord Chancellorship, surely that’s enough.’

  ‘He’s been corresponding with the queen. I want him dead.’

  ‘But he was your friend.’

  She shook her head. ‘We both played a part to please the king. Wolsey sent me fish from his trout pond, I sent him little gifts. But I never forgot how he spoke to me about Henr