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  ‘We would not have the children at your farm,’ I said. ‘Anne would take them. She wouldn’t let the king’s son be brought up by two nobodies in the middle of nowhere.’

  ‘Until she has a son of her own, and at that moment she’ll never want to see him again,’ he said shrewdly. ‘She’ll have other ladies in waiting, your family will find other Howard girls. Drop out from their world and you’ll be forgotten within three months. You can choose, my love. You don’t have to be the other Boleyn girl for all your life. You could be the absolutely one and only Mistress Stafford.’

  ‘I don’t know how to do things,’ I said feebly.

  ‘Like what?’

  ‘Make cheese. Skin chickens.’

  Slowly, as if he did not want to startle me, he knelt beside me. He took my unresisting hand and lifted it to his lips. He turned it over and opened up the fingers so that he could kiss the palm, the wrist, each fingertip. ‘I will teach you how to skin chickens,’ he said gently. ‘And we will be happy.’

  ‘I don’t say yes,’ I whispered, closing my eyes at the sensation of his kisses on my skin and the warmth of his breath.

  ‘And you don’t say no,’ he agreed.

  At Windsor Castle Anne was in her presence chamber surrounded by tailors and haberdashers and seamstresses. Great bolts of rich fabrics were thrown over chairs and spread out in the windowseat. The place looked more like the Clothmakers’ Hall on a feast day than the queen’s rooms, and for a moment I thought of the careful housekeeping of Queen Katherine, who would have been shocked to her soul by the wanton richness of the silk and velvets and cloth of gold. ‘We leave for Calais in October,’ Anne said, two seamstresses pinning folds of material around her. ‘You’d better order some new gowns.’

  I hesitated.

  ‘What?’ she snapped.

  I did not want to speak out in front of the tradesmen and the ladies in waiting. But it seemed that I had no choice. ‘I cannot afford new gowns,’ I said quietly. ‘You know how my husband left me, Anne. I have only a small pension, and what Father gives me.’

  ‘He’ll pay,’ she said confidently. ‘Go to my cupboard and pull out my old red velvet and that one with the silver petticoat. You can have them made over for you.’

  Slowly I went to her privy chamber and lifted the heavy lid to one of her many chests of clothes.

  She waved me towards one of the seamstresses. ‘Mrs Clovelly can rip it back and make it new for you,’ she said. ‘But make sure that it’s fashionable. I want the French court to see us all looking very stylish. I don’t want anything dowdy and Spanish about my ladies.’

  I stood before the woman as she measured me.

  Anne glanced around. ‘You can all go,’ she said abruptly. ‘All except Mrs Clovelly, and Mrs Simpter.’

  She waited until they had cleared the room. ‘It’s getting worse,’ she said, her voice very low. ‘That’s why we’re home early. We couldn’t travel around at all. Everywhere we went there was trouble.’

  ‘Trouble?’

  ‘People shouting names. In one village, half a dozen lads throwing stones at me. And the king at my side!’

  ‘They were stoning the king?’

  She nodded. ‘Another little town we couldn’t even go in. They had a bonfire in the town square and they were burning me in effigy.’

  ‘What did the king say?’

  ‘At first he was furious, he was going to send in the soldiers, teach them a lesson; but it was the same at every village. There were too many. And what if the people started fighting against the king’s soldiers? What would happen then?’

  The seamstress turned me round with a gentle touch on my hips. I moved as she bid me but I hardly knew what I was doing. I had been brought up in the steady peace of Henry’s reign; I could hardly take in the thought of English men rising up against this king.

  ‘What does Uncle say?’

  ‘He says to thank God that we have only the Duke of Suffolk to fear as an enemy, because when the king is stoned and insulted in his own kingdom then a civil war will follow swift behind.’

  ‘Suffolk is our enemy?’

  ‘Absolutely declared,’ she said shortly. ‘He says that I have cost the king the church, will he lose the country as well?’

  I turned once more and the seamstress kneeled back and nodded. ‘Shall I take these gowns and re-model them?’ she asked in a whisper.

  ‘Take them,’ I said.

  She picked up her materials and her sewing bag and went from the room. The seamstress hemming Anne’s gown put in the final stitch and snipped off the thread.

  ‘My God, Anne,’ I said. ‘Was it really everywhere?’

  ‘Everywhere,’ she said grimly. ‘They turned their backs on me in one village, they hissed at me in another. When we rode down the country lanes the boys scaring crows cried out against me. The goose girls spat on the road before me. When we went through any market town the women at the stalls threw stinking fish and rotten vegetables in our way. When we went to stay at a house or a castle we had a mob of people following behind us, abusing us, and we had to shut the gates against them.’ She shook her head. ‘It was worse than a nightmare. When our hosts came out to greet us their faces would fall to see half their tenants in the road shouting out against the lawful king. We came to every door with a train of unhappiness. We can’t go into the City of London, and now we can’t go into the country either. We are hiding in our own palaces, where the people can’t get to us. And they are calling her Katherine the Well-Beloved.’

  ‘What does the king say?’

  ‘He says we won’t wait for the ruling from Rome. As soon as Archbishop Warham dies, then he will appoint a new archbishop who will marry us and we’ll just do it, whether Rome rules in our favour or not.’

  ‘What if Warham lingers?’ I asked nervously.

  Anne laughed harshly. ‘Oh don’t look like that! I won’t send him soup! He’s an old man, he’s been in his bed most of this summer. He’ll die soon and then Henry will appoint Cranmer and he will marry us.’

  I shook my head disbelievingly. ‘As easily as that? After all this time?’

  ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘And if the king was more of a man and less of a schoolboy he could have married me five years ago and we could have had five sons by now. But he had to make the queen see that he was right, he had to make the country see that he was right. He has to be seen to be doing the right thing, whatever the truth of the matter. He’s a fool.’

  ‘You’d better not say that to anyone but me,’ I cautioned her.

  ‘Everyone knows,’ she said stubbornly.

  ‘Anne,’ I said. ‘You had better watch your tongue and your temper. You could still fall, even now.’

  She shook her head. ‘He’s going to give me a title in my own right, and a fortune that no-one can take from me.’

  ‘What title?’

  ‘Marquess of Pembroke.’

  ‘Marchioness?’ I thought I had not heard her properly.

  ‘No.’ Her face glowed with pride. ‘Not a title that you give to a woman who is married to a marquess. The title that a person can hold in their own right. Marquess. I am to be Marquess, and no-one can take that away from me. Not even the king himself.’

  I closed my eyes on a surge of pure jealousy. ‘And the fortune?’

  ‘I am to have the manors of Coldkeynton and Hanworth in Middlesex, and lands in Wales. They’ll bring me about a thousand pounds a year.’

  ‘A thousand pounds?’ I repeated, thinking of my annual pension of one hundred pounds.

  Anne gleamed. ‘I shall be the richest woman in England and the most noble,’ she said. ‘Rich in my own right, noble in my own right. And then I will be queen.’

  She laughed as she realised how bitter her triumph was for me. ‘You must be happy for me.’

  ‘Oh, I am.’

  Next morning the stable yard was in a great fuss and bother, the king was hunting and everyone had to go with him. The hunters were being brought out