The Shadow of the Pomegranate (20 page)

‘They are here, Your Grace.’

‘Fox tells me that you work with the vigour of two men. He too has a high opinion of you.’

‘The Bishop has always been a good friend to me.’

‘It pleases us. We like our ministers to work well together. Too often we hear of discord, so that it is pleasant to hear of harmony. Now, let me see. So many victuals, eh? So much conduct money. And you can raise it, Master Wolsey?’

‘I have no doubt of it, Sire. I can explain in detail how I propose to make these arrangements.’

‘Enough, enough. We trust you. Bother us not with the how and the why and the where. Let us find that we have what we need. That is all we ask of you.’

‘It shall be so, Sire.’

Henry once more patted Wolsey’s shoulder and the almoner, who had always been a man to seize his opportunities, said with an air of impulsiveness which concealed a perfected rehearsal: ‘Your Graces, have I your permission to speak to you on a . . . somewhat delicate matter?’

Henry tried to look shrewd; Katharine was faintly alarmed. She was always afraid that someone whom she regarded highly would, by a carelessly spoken word, anger the King and so ruin a promising career.

‘Speak,’ said Henry.

Wolsey lowered his eyes. ‘This is bold of me, Your Grace, but I was bold in the service of your most noble and honoured father, and thus found favour with him. I would
serve Your Grace with all the zeal I gave to your father’s cause.’

‘Yes, yes,’ said Henry impatiently.

‘It concerns my lord of Surrey.’

‘What of my lord of Surrey?’

‘I have noticed of late that he is failing. He plans to go to France with Your Grace. This is rash of me . . . but I shall not think of my own recklessness in speaking my mind – only of the service I could do Your Grace. Sire, the Earl of Surrey is too old to accompany Your Grace to France, and such men can do much to impede an expedition. If it is Your Grace’s wish that the Earl of Surrey should accompany you to France, then it is my wish also, but . . .’

Henry nodded. ‘He speaks truth,’he said. ‘Surrey is an old man. Do I want greybeards to march with me!’

The thought occurred to Katharine that the only reason he could want them would be to call attention to his own radiant youth.

But they were going into battle. Henry wanted young men beside him. He also wished to show this man that he appreciated what he had done. Bishop Fox, who looked upon Wolsey as his protégé, had informed the King that the energy of Wolsey astonished even him. He had taken control of tanneries and smithies, of bakeries and breweries, so that they were all working for the state to enable Master Wolsey to provide everything that was needed for the expedition. He worked all hours of the day and far into the night; he scarcely stopped to eat; he was determined to please the King by his diligence, determined that this time the war should not fail through lack of equipment.

I like this Thomas Wolsey, the King told himself.

To throw Surrey to him in exchange for all his labours was a small thing. Surrey was old and arrogant and had passed from the King’s favour. And Wolsey asked it, Henry believed, not out of enmity towards the old man, but in his zeal for the success of the cause.

‘When we leave for France,’ said Henry, ‘Surrey shall stay behind.’

Wolsey bowed his head in such humble gratitude that he might have been receiving a great honour for himself.

‘I am greatly relieved, Your Grace; I feared my importuning . . .’

Henry slapped the almoner’s back with a blow which made him stagger a little.

‘Have no fear, Master Wolsey. Serve us well and you will find us a good master.’

Wolsey took the King’s hand and kissed it; there were tears in the eyes which he raised to Henry’s face. ‘And the greatest, Sire,’he murmured. ‘A master whom all men must delight to serve.’

Henry’s pleasure was apparent. He was thinking: When this war is won, I’ll not forget Master Wolsey. Mayhap I’ll keep him near me. He’s a useful man, and a wise one.

Wolsey, coming from the royal apartment, was smiling to himself.

This war was serving him well, for it had brought him closer to the King’s notice. He was going to impress the young monarch with his worth, as he had his father on that occasion when the old King had believed he had not begun a mission and had then found it completed with efficiency and success.

‘The way is clear for me,’he whispered to himself. ‘There is nothing to fear.’

He felt faintly regretful that he could not share his triumphs with his family. He would have liked to see Mistress Wynter and the boy and girl at Court. He would have liked to put honours in their way. Of course he
would
do so. Both his children would be well looked after. Yet it saddened him that they must remain hidden.

He wondered what the King would say if he knew that Wolsey escaped from Court now and then to a woman who had borne him two children. He could guess. The little eyes would show a shocked expression, the royal mouth would be prim. Henry would expect celibacy in his priests; and he would be harder than less sensual men on those who were incontinent.
There
was a man, thought Wolsey, who lusted after the personable women whom he encountered. Yet he did not know it perhaps. He feigned to have a kingly interest in his subjects; but the interest was greater when the subject was a woman and a fair one.

No, the matter must be kept secret; his enemies must never discover the existence of Mistress Wynter. And he had enemies – many of them. They were an essential part of a man’s life when that man had determined to rise from humble beginnings to greatness.

There was one of them approaching him at this moment.

The Earl of Surrey was pretending not to see him, but Wolsey decided that he should not pass.

‘Good-day, my lord.’

Surrey gave him a haughty stare.

‘You did not see me,’ went on Wolsey. ‘My lord, is your sight failing then?’

‘’Tis as good as it was the day I was twenty.’

‘A long, long time ago, my lord. You were deep in thought; mayhap that was why you did not see me. You were thinking of the campaign in France.’

Surrey’s curiosity overcame his contempt for one of such humble origin.

‘You have been with the King?’he asked. ‘What news of our leaving? Are the stores ready yet?’

‘They will be by the time the King is ready to leave. There will be work for us who go with him to France, and for those of you who stay behind.’

‘I am prepared to leave whenever His Grace gives the word,’ said Surrey.

‘
You
are prepared to leave, my lord?’

‘Indeed I am.’

‘You are certain then that you are to serve with the King in France?’

‘Of a surety I am certain. Am I not the King’s general?’

Wolsey smiled knowledgeably and in a manner which replaced Surrey’s bombast with fear.

He could have struck the man, but he did not wish to soil his hands by touching a tradesman’s son. Wolsey murmured: ‘A merry good-day to you, my lord,’ and passed on.

Surrey stood for a few seconds looking after the almoner; then as his rising rage smothered his good sense, he hurried to the royal apartments.

‘I wish to see the King at once,’he demanded.

The guards looked astonished; but this was after all the
great Earl of Surrey, and it might well be that he had news of importance to impart to the King.

He strode past them and threw open the door of the King’s apartment. Henry was leaning against a table where Wolsey had recently left him; Katharine was seated, and the King was twirling a lock of her hair in his fingers.

‘Sire, I must have immediate speech with you!’

Henry looked up, rather peevishly. He did not expect people to burst in unannounced. Could it be that Surrey considered that he was of such nobility that he need not observe the laws of ordinary courtiers?

Henry let fall the lock of hair and fixed his gaze on Surrey. The Earl should have been warned by the glitter in the King’s eye, but he was too alarmed to take notice of anything.

‘Sire, I have just met that butcher’s son, coming from your apartments. The insolence of the fellow is beyond endurance.’

‘If you speak of my good friend Wolsey,’ said Henry sharply, ‘I should warn you, my lord, to do so with more respect.’

‘Your Grace, the fellow hinted that I am too old to follow you in battle. The impertinent butcher’s cur . . .’

‘Your face is an unhealthy purple, Surrey,’ said Henry, ‘and it would seem that you are forgetful of your manners.’He turned to Katharine. ‘Could that be his age, do you think?’

Katharine said nothing. She dreaded such scenes. She wanted to warn Surrey, but there was no restraining the irate nobleman.

‘The impudent jackanapes! I’d have his tongue cut out. I’d cut off both his ears . . .’

‘Which shows what a fool you are and how unfit for our
counsels,’ retorted Henry. ‘You would rob us of the man who is doing more than any to make the expedition into France a success.’

‘He has bemused Your Grace with his sly ways.’

There was nothing he could have said to rouse Henry’s anger more certainly. To suggest that he, the astute and brilliant leader, was a dupe!

Oh Surrey, you
fool
! thought Katharine.

Henry stood up to his full height and his voice rumbled like thunder when he shouted: ‘Nay, my lord Earl, there is no room for you in my army. There is no room for you in my Court. You will leave it at once. Do not let me see you until I send for you.’

‘Your Grace . . .’

‘Are you so old then that you have lost your hearing!’ roared Henry cruelly. ‘You heard me, sir. Go! At once. Leave the Court. You are banished from our sight. Will you go, or shall I have to call the guard?’

Surrey crumpled suddenly, so that he did indeed look like an old man.

He bowed stiffly and left the King’s presence.

From a window of the Palace Wolsey watched the departure of Surrey. He wanted to laugh aloud in his triumph.

‘Such disgrace shall befall all the enemies of Thomas Wolsey,’he told himself. ‘No slight shall be forgotten.’

He remembered then a certain gentleman of Limington in Somerset, a Sir Amias Paulet. In the days when Thomas had been rector of Limington he had not shown what Paulet considered adequate respect to this local bigwig; and Paulet
had, on some flimsy pretext, caused Thomas Wolsey to be set in the stocks.

Even now Thomas could remember the indignity, and he told himself that when the time was ripe Paulet should deeply regret the day he had Thomas Wolsey set in the stocks.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Nay, thought Thomas, I am no ordinary man, and any who robs me of one tooth shall pay with two of his own.

So Surrey, who had called the King’s almoner a butcher’s cur, had lost his chance of following the King to France; he had also lost his place at Court.

That was meet and fitting, thought Thomas, smiling. There would be many scores to settle on the way up, and they should be settled . . . settled in full.