The Fifth Queen: And How She Came to CourtFord, Ford Madox
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The Fifth Queen: And How She Came to Court
Ford, Ford Madox
Catharine Howard, Queen, consort of Henry VIII, King of England, -1542 -- Fiction
'Why,' he reasoned with her, 'I cannot let thee have Cromwell down
before he has called this Parliament. There is no man like him for
calling of truckling Parliaments. And, rest assured,' he uttered
solemnly, 'that that man dies that comes between thee and me from this
day on.'
'Let me begone,' she said wearily. 'Let me begone. I am afraid to look
upon these happenings.'
'Look then upon nothing,' he answered. 'Stay you by my daughter's
side. Even yet you shall win for me her obedience. If you shall earn
the love of the dear saints, I will much honour you and set you on
high before all the land.'
She said:
'For pity, for pity. Here is a too great danger for my soul.'
'Never, never,' he answered. 'You shall live closed in. No man shall
speak with you but only I. You shall be as you were in a cloister. An
you will, you shall have great wealth. Your house shall be advanced;
your father close his eyes in honour and estate. None shall walk
before you in the land.'
She said: 'No. No.'
'See you,' he said. 'This world goes very wearily with me. I am upon a
make of husbandry that bringeth little joy. I have no rest, no music,
no corner to hide in save in thy converse and the regard of thy
countenance.'
He paused to search her face with his narrow eyes.
'God knows that the Queen there is is no wife of mine,' he said
slowly. 'If thou wilt wait till the accomplished time....'
She said:
'No, no!' and her voice had an urgent sharpness.
She stretched out both her hands, being still upon her knees. Her fair
face worked convulsively, her lips moved, and her hood, falling away
from her brows, showed her hair that had golden glints.
'For pity let me go,' she moaned. 'For pity.'
He answered:
'When I renounce my kingdom and my life!'
From opposite ends of the gallery Winchester and Cromwell watched them
with intent and winking eyes.
'Let us go pray,' the King said. 'For now I am in the mood.'
She got upon her legs wearily, and, for a moment, took his hand to
steady herself.
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