Philippa Gregory 3-Book Tudor Collection 2: The Queen’s Fool, The Virgin’s Lover, The Other Queen. Philippa Gregory
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and she must be mad for love of him, as everyone was saying, even to think of it. And a queen who could set aside common sense for her lust was not fit to rule. Better to overthrow a queen maddened by desire in her old age than suffer a Spanish tyrant.
My father had company in the bookshop. Daniel Carpenter’s mother was perched on one of the stools at the counter, her son beside her. I knelt for my father’s blessing, and then made a little bow to Mrs Carpenter and to my husband-to-be. The two parents looked at Daniel and I, as prickly as cats on a garden wall, and tried, without success, to hide their worldly-wise amusement at the irritability of a young couple during courtship.
‘I waited to see you and hear the news from court,’ Mrs Carpenter said. ‘And Daniel wanted to see you, of course.’
The glance that Daniel shot at her made it clear that he did not wish her to explain his doings to me.
‘Is the queen’s marriage to go ahead?’ my father asked. He poured me a glass of good Spanish red wine and pulled up a stool for me at the counter of the shop. I noted with wry amusement that my work as fool had made me a personage worthy of respect, with a seat and my own glass of wine.
‘Without doubt,’ I said. ‘The queen is desperate for a helper and a companion, and it is natural she should want a Spanish prince.’
I said nothing about the portrait which she had hung in her privy chamber, on the opposite wall from the prie-dieu, and which she consulted with a glance at every difficult moment, turning her head from a statue of God to a picture of her husband-to-be and back again.
My father glanced at Mrs Carpenter. ‘Please God it makes no difference to us,’ he said. ‘Please God she does not bring in Spanish ways.’
She nodded, but she failed to cross herself as she should have done. Instead she leaned forward and patted my father’s hand. ‘Forget the past,’ she said reassuringly. ‘We have lived in England for three generations. Nobody can think that we are anything but good Christians and good Englishmen.’
‘I cannot stay if it is to become another Spain,’ my father said in a low voice. ‘You know, every Sunday, every saint’s day, they burned heretics, sometimes hundreds at a time. And those of us who had practised Christianity for years were put on trial alongside those who had hardly pretended to it. And no-one could prove their innocence! Old women who had missed Mass because they were sick, young women who had been seen to look away when they raised the Host, any excuse, any reason, and you could be informed against. And always, always, it was those who had made money, or those who had advanced in the world and made enemies. And with my books and my business and my reputation for scholarship, I knew they would come for me, and I started to prepare. But I did not think they would take my parents, my wife’s sister, my wife before me …’ He broke off. ‘I should have thought of it, we should have gone earlier.’
‘Papa, we couldn’t save her,’ I said, comforting him with the same words that he had used to me when I had cried that we should have stayed and died beside her.
‘Old times,’ Mrs Carpenter said briskly. ‘And they won’t come here. Not the Holy Inquisition, not in England.’
‘Oh yes, they will,’ Daniel asserted.
It was as if he had said a foul word. A silence fell at once; his mother and my father both turned to look at him.
‘A Spanish prince, a half-Spanish queen, she must be determined to restore the church. How better to do it than to bring in the Inquisition to root out heresy? And Prince Philip has long been an enthusiast for the Inquisition.’
‘She’s too merciful to do it,’ I said. ‘She has not even executed Lady Jane, though all her advisors say that she should. Lady Elizabeth drags her feet to Mass and misses it whenever she can and no-one says anything. If the Inquisition were to be called in to judge then Elizabeth would be found guilty a dozen times over. But the queen believes that the truth of Holy Writ will become apparent, of its own accord. She will never burn heretics. She knows what it is like to be afraid for her life. She knows what it is like to be wrongly accused.
‘She will marry Philip of Spain but she will not hand over the country to him. She will never be his cipher. She wants to be a good queen, as her mother was. I think she will restore this country to the true faith by gentle means; already, half the country is glad to return to the Mass, the others will follow later.’
‘I hope so,’ Daniel said. ‘But I say again – we should be prepared. I don’t want to hear a knock on the door one night and know that we are too late to save ourselves. I won’t be taken unawares, I won’t go without a fight.’
‘Why, where would we go?’ I asked. I could feel that old feeling of terror in the pit of my belly, the feeling that nowhere would ever be safe for me, that forever I would be waiting for the noise of feet on the stairs, and smelling smoke on the air.
‘First Amsterdam, and then Italy,’ he said firmly. ‘You and I will marry as soon as we get to Amsterdam and then continue overland. We will travel all together. Your father and my mother and my sisters with us. I can complete my training as a physician in Italy and there are Italian cities that are tolerant of Jews, where we could live openly in our faith. Your father can sell his books, and my sisters could find work. We will live as a family.’
‘See how he plans ahead,’ Mrs Carpenter said in an approving whisper to my father. He too was smiling at Daniel as if this young man was the answer to every question.
‘We are not promised to marry till next year,’ I said. ‘I’m not ready to marry yet.’
‘Oh, not again,’ said my father.
‘All girls think that,’ said Mrs Carpenter.
Daniel said nothing.
I slid down from my stool. ‘May we talk privately?’ I asked.
‘Go into the printing room,’ my father recommended Daniel. ‘Your mother and I will take a glass of wine out here.’
He poured more wine for her and I caught her amused smile as Daniel and I went into the inside room where the big press stood.
‘Mr Dee tells me that I will lose the Sight if I marry,’ I said earnestly. ‘He believes it is a gift from God, I cannot throw it away.’
‘It is guesswork and waking dreams,’ Daniel said roundly.
It was so close to my own opinion that I could hardly argue. ‘It is beyond our understanding,’ I said stoutly. ‘Mr Dee wants me to be his scryer. He is an alchemist and he says …’
‘It sounds like witchcraft. When Prince Philip of Spain comes to England, John Dee will be tried for a witch.’
‘He won’t. It’s holy work. He prays before and after scrying. It’s a holy spiritual task.’
‘And what have you learned, so far?’ he asked sarcastically.
I thought of all the secrets I had known already, the child who would not be a child, the virgin but not queen, the queen but no virgin, and the safety and glory which would come to my lord. ‘There are secrets I cannot tell you,’ I said, and then I added: ‘And that is another reason that I cannot be your wife. There should not be secrets between man and wife.’
He turned away with an exclamation of irritation. ‘Don’t be clever with me,’ he said. ‘You have insulted me before my mother and before your father by saying you don’t want to marry at all. Don’t come in here with me and try to be clever about going back on your word. You are so full of trickery that you will talk yourself out of happiness and into heartbreak.’
‘How should I be happy if I have to be a nothing?’ I asked. ‘I am the favourite of Queen Mary, I am highly paid. I could take bribes and favours to the value of hundreds of pounds. I am trusted by the queen herself. The greatest philosopher in the land thinks I have a gift from God to foretell the future. And you think my happiness lies in walking away from all this to marry an apprentice physician!’
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