Sovereign (23 page)

‘It is only – he seems a harmless old fellow.’

‘Harmless?’ Maleverer gave another bark of humourless laughter. ‘How do you know who is harmless and who is not in this place?’

O
UTSIDE, THEY WERE MAKING
the final arrangements for the Progress. Great drapes of cloth of gold were being set in layers over the tents. A queue of
carts stretched from the gate to the church, loaded with bales of hay: the bedding and fodder for all the horses that would soon arrive. It was cold, with a raw wind, the sky grey. I took a deep
breath, and felt giddy for a moment. Barak took my arm.

‘Are you all right?’

‘Yes.’ I looked at him. ‘I am sorry about Mistress Reedbourne, but I had to tell him what I knew.’

He shrugged. ‘Well, it’s done now.’

‘Come, I must do that family tree. God’s death, Maleverer is a brute. I hope he is not rough with Master Wrenne.’

‘I think that the old fellow can look after himself.’

‘By God, I hope so.’

Barak looked back at the house. ‘We’ve got off lightly.’

‘Don’t be too sure,’ I said. ‘I doubt Maleverer has finished with us yet. Nor the people he was writing those notes for.’

A
T OUR LODGINGS
everyone was out at work; the building empty, the fire low. Barak fetched a bench and lugged it into my
cubicle. He brought my cap too, which he must have retrieved from Craike’s office when he found me. He had fixed the feather back crudely with what was left of the pin.

I locked the door, then brought out a big sheet of paper from my knapsack and laid it on the bed while he sharpened a goose-feather quill for me.

‘You sure you can remember how the family tree looked?’

‘Ay.’ I shifted my position on the bench, trying to get my neck comfortable. ‘My head still feels woolly, but Maleverer’s backhanded compliment was right, lawyers are
good at remembering what is in documents. Let me see what I can recall.’ I dipped the pen in the inkpot. I was relieved that Barak did not seem angry with me over Tamasin. He sat subdued,
watching as I sketched out the tree. I recalled that the line of descent leading to the present King had been inscribed in bolder ink, and pressed the pen down more heavily there. In a little time
a scrawled version of what I had seen lay before us.

‘I saw a lot of these genealogies round Whitehall Palace when I worked for Lord Cromwell,’ Barak said. ‘This looks different somehow.’

‘Yes. They have missed out a number of children, like Richard III’s son, who died young.’

‘And the King’s two sisters.’

‘Yes.’ I frowned. ‘Every genealogy tells a story. Its purpose is always to prove someone’s legitimacy to a title through descent. It is because the Tudor claim was
originally so weak that they have put family trees showing the marriages that strengthened it everywhere in official buildings.’

Barak studied the tree. ‘Our King’s descent from Edward IV is marked in bold.’ He looked at me. ‘So this tree
supports
the King’s claim.’

‘Yet it includes the family of the Duke of Clarence, which most omit. See there, his daughter Margaret Countess of Salisbury and her son Lord Montagu, whom we spoke of with Master Wrenne.
Both executed this year. And Montagu’s young son and daughter, who have disappeared in the Tower.’ I rubbed my chin. ‘Is the King’s claim marked thus for some other
reason?’

‘Princesses Mary and Elizabeth are not marked in bold.’

‘They were not in bold on the one I saw. Remember neither has a claim to the throne; when the King’s marriages to Catherine of Aragon and Anne Boleyn were annulled, their daughters
were declared illegitimate. Prince Edward, Jane Seymour’s son, is the King’s sole heir.’

‘Unless the rumours are true and Queen Catherine is carrying a child.’

‘Yes, that child would become second in line and make the Tudor dynasty more secure. But
is
she pregnant?’ I turned to look at Barak, wincing as my neck twanged, and although
the lodging-house was empty I lowered my voice. ‘The King’s divorce from Anne of Cleves last year cited non-consummation; he said he found her so repulsive he could not mount her. Yet
when the Act of Annulment was discussed at Lincoln’s Inn, some said quietly that perhaps the King, ill as he often is now, had become impotent. That he married pretty young Catherine Howard
in the hope she could stir his jellied loins.’

‘People said the same in the taverns. But quietly, as you say.’

‘Perhaps we shall find out if Queen Catherine is expecting when the King arrives. Perhaps it will be announced from those pavilions.’ I turned back to the family tree. ‘In any
event, this is all quite orthodox.’

Barak pointed at the name that headed the list. ‘Who was Richard Duke of York? I confess I get lost among those competing claims during the Striving between the Roses.’

‘It all goes back to the deposition of Richard II as a tyrant in 1399. He had no children, and there were competing claims among his cousins. Eventually it came to war, and in 1461 the
Lancastrian Henry VI was deposed and the rival house of York took the throne in the person of Edward IV. Edward’s father, Richard Duke of York, would have become King but he died in battle
the year before.’

Barak traced his finger down the line. ‘And Edward IV was our present King’s grandfather.’

‘Yes. Through the King’s mother, Elizabeth of York. It is said the King greatly resembles him.’

‘What about our King’s father’s claim? King Henry VII?’

‘His claim was weak, but he joined his bloodline to that of Edward IV by marrying his daughter. It is that which makes King Henry’s position dynastically secure.’

Barak’s finger followed the line back up the paper. ‘When Edward IV died his son inherited briefly as Edward V, did he not? But he and his brother were killed when the throne was
usurped by King Edward’s brother Richard.’

‘That is right. The Princes in the Tower.’ I took a deep breath. ‘Something interesting there. Richard III is named as “Crouchback, so-called”.’ Barak looked
uncomfortable, and I smiled sadly. ‘Oh, let us not beat about the bush. It was said Richard III was a hunchback, though others say that is a lie invented by the Tudors. Because hunchbacks are
said to be unlucky, and our outward shape a sign of inward degeneracy. The fact the writer says “so-called” indicates he did not believe the stories about King Richard. In any case,
Richard III’s seizure of the throne angered the country, so that when the King’s father rose against him he got much support. Then he made his heirs secure by marrying Elizabeth of
York.’

‘And the Duke of Clarence, Edward IV’s other brother, he died before him?’

‘He was executed for treason – he had tried to seize the throne as well.’

‘Jesu, what a family. The mother of those three, Cecily Neville. Maleverer mentioned her. He said it all starts with her.’

‘Yes. And there was a bitterness in his tone.’ I frowned. ‘I wonder why. All those shown here are her descendants, but they are Richard of York’s too and the line of
descent runs through him.’

Barak thought a moment. ‘If the conspirators had overthrown the King this spring, little Prince Edward would be the rightful heir.’

‘Yes, but a child king. That is a recipe for strife among the nobles. No, if the conspirators were going to replace the King, Margaret of Salisbury would have been their choice.’

‘Yes.’

‘And the conspirators would have wanted them for one reason above all others. The family are all papists, like the conspirators. Montagu’s brother Reginald Pole is a cardinal in
Rome.’

‘Jesu.’

‘And the royal bloodline now gives the King not only the right to the throne but to headship of the Church in place of the Pope. As Cranmer said to me, when the King’s conscience is
moved it is God who speaks through him, giving him the right to make or break religious policy.’ I raised my eyebrows. ‘Anyone who took the throne would take the title Defender of the
Faith as well.’

‘God speaking through the King’s voice.’ Barak shook his head. ‘That has always seemed to me as stupid an idea as that he speaks though the Pope’s. Though it gives
the King great power.’

It was the first time he had spoken so frankly of his beliefs. I nodded slowly. ‘I agree. But to talk thus is treason.’

‘’Tis what many think.’

‘Ay, it is. But come, we are straying into dangerous waters.’ I sanded the paper carefully. ‘Here, take this to Maleverer. Make sure it is placed in his hands only.’

He hesitated. ‘I wonder if it might be prudent to take a copy.’

‘No. No more hostages to fortune. Besides, I have a copy already.’ I tapped my bruised head. ‘In here.’

A
FTER
B
ARAK LEFT
I lay down on my cot. I fell asleep at once, and did not wake till Barak shook my shoulder some hours later.
‘What time is it?’ I asked.

‘Near five. You’ve slept the afternoon.’ He seemed more cheerful.

I sat up. My head felt clearer, but I winced at a jab from my neck. ‘Did you take the family tree to Maleverer?’

‘Yes, and got a growl for thanks.’ He hesitated. ‘Then I went to find Mistress Tamasin.’

‘What?’

‘I tipped a guard to fetch her, saying I had news of a relative.’ He gave me one of his hard direct looks. ‘I understand why you felt you had to tell Maleverer what Tamasin
did, but I wanted to tell her it was not my decision.’

‘I see.’

‘She forgave me readily enough. And admitted her own fault in deceiving us, though she said she didn’t regret it. By Jesu, she has spirit.’

I grunted. ‘You’ve told me more than once you like a woman who keeps her place.’

‘I don’t like bossy women. But Tamasin is not like that. In fact –’ he smiled – ‘I have never met anyone quite like her before.’

‘Women with strength of spirit may come to rule their men.’

‘Oh come,’ he said hotly. ‘You know you do not believe that. How often have you told me you admire women with minds of their own? Like Lady Honor.’

‘The less I am reminded of Lady Honor Bryanston, the better I like it.’ I heard the bitterness in my own voice at the memory of my ill-fated dalliance the year before. ‘And do
not mistake reckless improvidence for an independent mind.’

‘Well, I am meeting her tomorrow evening at the singing, as we arranged.’

‘Is that wise? Maleverer was not happy about what she did.’

‘He’s not one to care what dalliances men and women may have so long as there are no political implications.’ He looked at me hard again. ‘Do
you
disapprove?’

‘ ’Tis not for me to approve or disapprove,’ I replied defensively. I still had doubts about the girl, but I realized too that I was jealous, not of Barak for having a pretty
girl chase him, but of her for taking the attention of one of the few real friends I had. I changed the subject, asking Barak if he had seen Master Wrenne.

‘In the courtyard when I went in to Maleverer. Only in the distance – he was making for the gate and did not see me.’

‘Did he look all right?’

‘Yes. He was walking towards the gate. I thought I caught a slight smile on his face.’

‘Thank God. I feared Maleverer might take him in for rough questioning.’