Read My Lady of Cleves: Anne of Cleves Online
Authors: Margaret Campbell Barnes
Tags: #Fiction - Historical, #Tudors, #Royalty, #England/Great Britain, #16th Century, #Germany
These Tudors had adopted and absorbed her. It needed no conceit to know that they would all be heartbroken if she went.
And she wanted to stay and see what happened to each of them; whom they would marry and which of them would reign. Would Edward grow up pompous? And would he marry his studious, stumpy little cousin Jane? Or, like his uncle Arthur, would he not grow up at all? And if so which of his sisters would be hoisted by her religious party to the throne? Self-controlled, conscientious Mary who would fight courageously in a minority for a faith that was feared, Mary who was a good woman but who might not be so good for England? Or Elizabeth who had her father’s “common touch”— that strange mixture of splendid egoism and wholesome vulgarity on which the people throve? “Call her Elizabeth and be done with it!” he had raged as soon as she had been born a girl. But had they— had the world—done with her? Elizabeth who was so utterly English that everything she did was bound to bolster up their insular conceit. Elizabeth who would fleece and cheat and bully them to buy herself lovers and finery and all the pomp she had been starved of, and yet fight for them in times of stress and go among them with the heart and stomach of a king? For that was just how they behaved—these irritating, incalculable English. Covering the thing they cared for most with an assumption of frivolity so that their enemies believed them to be effete and did not perceive the parlous danger of mocking at them until it was too late…Anne didn’t need books to teach her that; she understood people. And interested on lookers invariably see most of the game. She wanted to see this through. This fascinating game played by people she cared for on the chequerboard of England.
A discreet cough brought poor Sir Anthony to her mind. She turned at once, full of contrition for having kept an elderly man standing. “I am afraid I have tried your patience,” she apologized.
“It is a big decision to make, dear lady; and you your self have been very patient with us for seven years or more,” he said gallantly. “But may I—quite unofficially—beg you to take into consideration that many of us would find England a drearier place without you?”
Anne smiled at him warmly. He was one of Henry’s oldest friends and when people said things like that it made her feel that she hadn’t been such a failure after all.
“Dear Sir Anthony, you must stay to dinner and taste my eel pie,” she said, ringing briskly for the servants. “And I would have you remember me to his young Grace the King, and thank milord Protector for his thoughtfulness. But I pray you tell them I do very well as I am.”
READING GROUP GUIDE
Reading Group Guide written by Elizabeth R. Blaufox, great-granddaughter of Margaret Campbell Barnes
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Margaret Campbell Barnes lived from 1891 to 1962. She was the youngest of ten children born into a happy, loving family in Victorian England. She grew up in the Sussex countryside, and was educated at small private schools in London and Paris.
Margaret was already a published writer when she married Peter, a furniture salesman, in 1917. Over the next twenty years a steady stream of short stories and verse appeared over her name (and several
noms de plume
) in leading English periodicals of the time, Windsor, London, Quiver, and others. Later, Margaret’s agents, Curtis Brown Ltd, encouraged her to try her hand at historical novels. Between 1944 and 1962 Margaret wrote ten historical novels. Many of these were bestsellers, book club selections, and translated into foreign editions.
Between World Wars I and II Margaret and Peter brought up two sons, Michael and John. In August 1944, Michael, a lieutenant in the Royal Armoured Corps, was killed in his tank, in the Allied advance from Caen to Falaise in Normandy. Margaret and Peter grieved terribly the rest of their lives. Glimpses of Michael shine through in each of Margaret’s later novels.
In 1945 Margaret bought a small thatched cottage on the Isle of Wight, off England’s south coast. It had at one time been a smuggler’s cottage. But to Margaret it was a special place in which to recover the spirit and carry on writing. And write she did. Altogether, over two million copies of Margaret Campbell Barnes’s historical novels have been sold worldwide.