Philippa Gregory 3-Book Tudor Collection 1 (165 page)

However they wished, it grew steadily lighter, and we heard the servants stirring in the great hall and then a maid clanking up the stairs with a bucket of kindling to light the fire in the queen's bedroom, followed by another with brushes and cloths to wipe the tables for the start of another new day.

Anne rose up from the hearthrug, her face bleak, her cheeks smeared with ash as if she had been mourning in church on Ash Wednesday.

‘Have a bath,' George said encouragingly to her. ‘It's so early. Send them for your bath and have a hot bath and wash your hair. You'll feel so much better after.'

She smiled at the banality of the suggestion and then she nodded.

George leaned forward and kissed her. ‘I'll see you at matins,' he said, and he went from the room.

It was the last time we saw my brother as a free man.

George was not at matins. Anne and I, rosy from our bath and feeling more confident, looked for him but he was not there. Sir Francis did not
know where he was, nor Sir William Brereton. Henry Norris had still not returned from London. There was no news of what charge was laid against Mark Smeaton. The weight of fear came down on us again, like the low bellies of the clouds which rested on the palace roofs.

I sent a message to my baby's wet nurse to wait for my coming, we would try to leave within the next hour.

There was a tennis match and Anne had promised to award the prize, a gold coin on a gold chain. She went to the courts and sat under the awning, her head moving, with all the discipline of a dancer, to the left and to the right, her head following the ball but her eyes sightless.

I was standing behind her, waiting for the lad from the stables to come and tell me that the horse was ready, Catherine was at my side, waiting only for my word to run and change into her riding gown, when the gate to the royal enclosure opened behind me and two soldiers of the guard came in with an officer. The moment that I saw them I had the sense of something profound and dreadful happening. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came. Mutely, I touched Anne's shoulder. She turned and looked up at me, and then beyond me to the hard faces of the men.

They did not bow as they should have done. It was that which confirmed our fear. That, and the screaming of a seagull which suddenly flew low over the court and shrieked like an injured girl.

‘The Privy Council commands your presence, Your Majesty,' the captain said shortly.

Anne said, ‘Oh,' and rose up. She looked at Catherine and she looked at me. She looked around at all her ladies and suddenly their eyes were everywhere but looking at her. They were quite fascinated by the tennis. They had learned Anne's trick, their heads went left, right, while their eyes saw nothing and their ears were on the prick and their hearts were pounding in case she commanded them to go with her.

‘I must have my companions,' Anne said flatly. Not one of the little vixens looked around. ‘Some lady must come with me.' Her eyes fell on Catherine.

‘No,' I said suddenly, seeing what she would do. ‘No, Anne. No. I beg you.'

‘I can take a companion?' she asked the captain.

‘Yes, Your Majesty.'

‘I shall take my maid in waiting, Catherine,' she said simply, and then she went quietly out of the gate which the soldier held open for her. Catherine shot one bewildered glance at me and then fell into step behind her queen.

‘Catherine!' I said sharply.

She looked back at me, she did not know, poor little girl, what she should do.

‘Come along,' Anne said in her dead calm voice, and Catherine gave me a little smile.

‘Be of good cheer,' she said suddenly, oddly; as if she were acting a part in a play. Then she turned and followed the queen with all the composure of a princess.

I was too stunned to do anything but watch them go, but the minute they were out of sight I picked up my skirts and fled up the path to the palace to find George, or my father, anyone who might help Anne, and who would get Catherine away from her, safely back to me, and on the road to Rochford.

I ran into the hall and a man caught me as I headed for the stairs, I pushed him away and then I realised it was the one man in the whole world that I wanted. ‘William!'

‘Love, my love. You know, then?'

‘Oh my God, William. They have taken Catherine! They have taken my girl!'

‘Arrested Catherine? On what charge?'

‘No! She is with Anne. As maid in waiting. And Anne is ordered to the Privy Council.'

‘In London?'

‘No, meeting here.'

He released me at once, swore briefly, took half a dozen steps in a small circle and then came back to me and caught up my hands. ‘We'll just have to wait then, until she comes out.' He scanned my face. ‘Don't look like that, Catherine is a little lass. They're questioning the queen, not her. They probably won't even speak to her, and if they do she has nothing to hide.'

I took a shuddering breath and nodded. ‘No. She has nothing to hide. She has seen nothing that is not common knowledge. And they would only question her. She is gentry. They wouldn't do anything worse. Where is Henry?'

‘Safe. I left him at our lodgings with the wet nurse and the baby. I thought you were running because of your brother.'

‘What about him?' I said suddenly, my heart hammering again. ‘What about George?'

‘They've arrested him.'

‘With Anne?' I said. ‘To answer to the Privy Council?'

William's face was dark. ‘No,' he said. ‘They have taken him to the Tower. Henry Norris is there already, the king himself rode with him
into the Tower yesterday. And Mark Smeaton – you remember the singer? – he is there too.'

My lips were too numb to frame any words. ‘But what is the charge? And why question the queen here?'

He shook his head. ‘Nobody knows.'

We waited until noon for any further news. I hovered in the hall outside the chamber where the Privy Council were questioning the queen but I was not allowed into the antechamber for fear that I might listen at the door.

‘I don't want to listen, I just want to see my daughter,' I explained to the sentry. He nodded and said nothing, but gestured me back from the threshold.

A little after noon the door opened and a pageboy slipped out and whispered to the sentry. ‘You have to go,' the sentry said to me. ‘My orders are to clear the way.'

‘For what?' I asked.

‘You have to go,' he said stubbornly. He gave a shout down the stairs to the great hall and an answering shout came ringing up. They gently pushed me to one side, away from the Privy Council door, away from the stairs, away from the hall, away from the garden door, and then out of the very garden itself. All the other courtiers encountered on the way were thrust to one side too. We all went as we were bid; it was as if we had not recognised how powerful the king was before that moment.

I realised that they had cleared a way from the Privy Council room to the river stairs. I ran to the landing stage where the common people disembarked when they came to the palace. There were no guards on the common landing stage, no-one to stop me standing at the very end of it, straining my eyes to see towards the Greenwich Palace stairs.

I saw them clearly: Anne in her blue gown that she had worn to watch the tennis, Catherine a pace behind her in her yellow gown. I was pleased to see that she had her cloak with her, in case it was cold on the river, then I shook my head at the folly of worrying if she would catch cold when I did not know where they were taking her. I watched them intently, as if by watching I could protect her. They went in the king's barge, not the queen's ship, and the roll of the drum for the rowers sounded to me as ominous and as doleful as the roll of drums when the executioner raises his axe.

‘Where are you going?' I shouted as loudly as I could, unable to contain my fear any longer.

Anne did not hear me but I saw the white shape of Catherine's face as
she turned towards my voice, and looked all around for me in the palace garden.

‘Here! Here!' I shouted more loudly and I waved to her. She looked towards me and she raised her hand in a tiny gesture, and then followed Anne on board the king's barge.

The soldiers pushed off in one smooth motion the moment that they had them on board. The lurch of the boat threw them both into their seats and there was a moment when I lost sight of her. Then I saw her again. She was seated on a little chair, next to Anne, and she was looking out over the water towards me. The oarsmen took the barge into the middle of the river and rowed easily with the inflowing tide.

I did not try to call again, I knew that the rowers' drum would drown out my voice, and I did not want to frighten Catherine, hearing her mother crying out for her. I stood very still and I raised my hand to her so that she could see that I knew where she was, and I knew where she was going, and I would come for her as soon as ever I could.

I sensed but did not look round as William came behind me and raised his hand to our daughter as well. ‘Where d'you think they're taking them?' he asked, as if he did not know the answer as well as me.

‘You know where,' I said. ‘Why ask me? To the worst place we can think of. To the Tower.'

William and I did not delay. We went straight to our room and threw a few clothes into a bag and then hurried to the stables. Henry was waiting with the horses, and he had a quick hug and a bright smile for me before William threw me up into the saddle and mounted his own horse. We took Catherine's horse with us, newly shod. Henry led her alongside his own hunter while William led the wet nurse's broad-backed cob. She was waiting for us and we had her up in the saddle and the baby strapped safely at her breast and then we went quietly out of the palace and up the road to London without telling anyone where we were going nor how long we would be gone.

William took rooms for us behind the Minories, away from the riverside. I could see the Beauchamp Tower where Anne and my daughter were imprisoned. My brother and the other men were somewhere nearby. It was the tower where Anne had spent the night before her coronation. I wondered if she remembered now the great gown that she wore and the silence of the City which warned her then that she would never be a beloved queen.