When Knighthood Was in Flower: or, the Love Story of Charles Brandon and Mary Tudor the King's Sister, and Happening in the Reign of His August Majesty King Henry the EighthMajor, Charles
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When Knighthood Was in Flower: or, the Love Story of Charles Brandon and Mary Tudor the King's Sister, and Happening in the Reign of His August Majesty King Henry the Eighth
Major, Charles
Great Britain -- History -- Henry VIII, 1509-1547 -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Love stories; Mary, Queen, consort of Louis XII, King of France, 1496-1533 -- Fiction; Suffolk, Charles Brandon, Duke of, approximately 1484-1545 -- Fiction
We quickly agreed among ourselves that Mary and Queen Claude should
within an hour go out in Claude's new coach for the ostensible purpose
of hearing mass. Brandon and I were to go to the same little chapel in
which Jane and I had been married, where Mary said the little priest
could administer the sacrament of marriage and perform the ceremony as
well as if he were thrice as large.
I hurriedly found Brandon and repaired to the little chapel, where we
waited for a very long time, we thought. At last the two queens
entered as if to make their devotions. As soon as Brandon and Mary
caught sight of each other, Queen Claude and I began to examine the
shrines and decipher the Latin inscriptions. If these two had not
married soon they would have been the death of me. I was compelled at
length to remind them that time was very precious just at that
juncture, whereupon Mary, who was half laughing, half crying, lifted
her hands to her hair and let it fall in all its lustrous wealth down
over her shoulders. When Brandon saw this, he fell upon his knee and
kissed the hem of her gown, and she, stooping over him, raised him to
his feet and placed her hand in his.
Thus Mary was married to the man to save whose life she had four
months before married the French king.
She and Queen Claude had forgotten nothing, and all arrangements were
completed for the flight. A messenger had been dispatched two hours
before with an order from Queen Claude that a ship should be waiting
at Dieppe, ready to sail immediately upon our arrival.
After the ceremony Claude quickly bound up Mary's hair, and the queens
departed from the chapel in their coach. We soon followed, meeting
them again at St. Denis gate, where we found the best of horses and
four sturdy men awaiting us. The messenger to Dieppe who had preceded
us would arrange for relays, and as Mary, according to her wont when
she had another to rely upon, had taken the opportunity to become
thoroughly frightened, no time was lost. We made these forty leagues
in less than twenty-four hours from the time of starting; having
paused only for a short rest at a little town near Rouen, which city
we carefully passed around.
We had little fear of being overtaken at the rate we were riding, but
Mary said she supposed the wind would die down for a month immediately
upon our arrival at Dieppe. Fortunately no one pursued us, thanks to
Queen Claude, who had spread the report that Mary was ill, and
fortunately, also, much to Mary's surprise and delight, when we
arrived at Dieppe, as fair a wind as a sailor's heart could wish was
blowing right up the channel. It was a part of the system of
relays--horses, ship, and wind.
"When the very wind blows for our special use, we may surely dismiss
fear," said Mary, laughing and clapping her hands, but nearly ready
for tears, notwithstanding.
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