from the dark pit of despair, of horror, and you set me here in the sunshine.”
“Speak not of those terrible days. The past is done with, Kate. Think of the future.”
She said: “I shall tell Elizabeth first. She will expect to be told. Why, she is like a daughter to us.”
He was silent then; he went to the window and stood there, looking out over the gardens of Seymour Place.
Katharine went to his side and slipped her arm through his. “Of what are you thinking?” she asked.
He was silent for a while, then he turned to her and swept her into his arms. “I love thee, Kate. I love thee… thee only,” he said.
THE DUCHESS OF SOMERSET found at this time that she also was going to have a child. She was delighted.
“I should be delivered a few weeks before your brother’s wife,” she told her husband. “It is strange, is it not, that we should both be in this condition at this time. I would not care to be in her place. This will be her first child… and she is not young.”
“It may well be dangerous at her age to have a first child,” said the Protector.
“Mayhap your brother has thought of that,” said the Duchess slyly.
Somerset looked askance at his wife. She was always bitter against Thomas, but since her pregnancy her venom seemed to have increased; she delighted in making the wildest accusations against Thomas and his wife.
“Why do you say that?” he asked.
“If she died in childbirth, he would be left free for higher game.”
“You mean… the Princess Elizabeth? The Council would never allow him to marry her.”
“I was not aware that he asked the Council’s consent to his marriage with the Queen.”
“The Queen was not as important to the Council as the Princess would be.”
“It was disgraceful. Why, had she got with child a little earlier, some might have thought it was the King’s.”
“But she did not, Anne; and no one can suspect this child of being fathered by any but Thomas.”
“He plans to destroy you, Edward. You see how he plots with Dorset. He will do everything to thwart your plan of marrying our Jane to the King.”
“Yes, that he has already done, and the King grows obstinate. He grows up; he declares he will not have our daughter.”
“So Thomas plans to bring forth Dorset’s girl, and meanwhile he and the Queen are bringing her up in the way they wish her to go! Very clever! They will have both the young Queen and the King doing all they ask of them. Edward will obey his dearest Uncle Thomas…as will Jane Grey. We shall see that the most important people in this realm will be my Lord High Admiral and his Dowager Queen.”
“I believe he has done this deliberately to frustrate us.”
“Of course he has.”
“It is a sad thing when brothers cannot work together.”
“But you are the elder, Edward; and he, because he has a way of charming women and children, believes he should have your place. He thinks that the manners of Master Admiral are of greater importance to this realm than the cleverness of you, my darling.”
“Dearest Anne, calm yourself. It is bad for you to become excited.”
“I am not excited, my love. I only know that I shall not stand by and see Lord Thomas play his tricks on us. The King shall have our Jane, and Jane Grey is to marry our boy. As for Master Thomas, if he becomes too dangerous…”
“Yes?” said the Protector.
“I doubt not that you, my lord, will find some way of making him … less dangerous.”
Her eyes were wild, and her husband was at great pains to soothe her. Such excitement he knew to be bad for her condition.
But while he soothed her, he told himself that there was a good deal in what she was saying. Thomas was working against his brother, and that was something which no wise man, if he were Protector of the realm, could allow.
EARLY MORNING SUNSHINE coming through the window of Elizabeth’s bedchamber in Chelsea Palace, shone on the Princess who lay in her bed.
She was startled. She had been awakened from her sleep by the sound of the opening of her door. She would have leaped out of bed and run to her women in the adjoining chamber, but she saw that she was too late. She heard the low laughter and, pulling the bedclothes up to her chin, she waited with an apprehension which was tinged