Hastily he looked away. Oh God, he prayed, help me to do my duty.

And now the words were spoken which united him with Charlotte.

This strange, plain little woman was his wife.


* * *

On the way back to the Palace he saw a face in the crowd. It was there for a second and it was gone. But it brought back memories… of the house in Tottenham, the private carriage drive, of looking up and seeing that face at the window. Then, the entry into the house, the hasty embrace.

‘So thou hast come and I am happy to see thee.’

It could not have been. Imagination played strange tricks, and he had been thinking of her almost continuously… of her and Sarah.

He had imagined the whole thing. How could it have been; she was dead and buried under a gravestone marked Rebecca Powell.

Lord Bute was beside him.

‘Your Majesty looks shaken. It was an ordeal, but you came through it magnificently. You always will…’

‘I must speak to you… in private… soon.’

‘Yes, yes. Of course.’

In the Palace the bride sang for the company and gave them an opportunity to admire her skill on the harpsichord. Supper was announced and the company led by the King and the new Queen went into the banqueting hall.

When they had eaten the King and the Queen would retire to the nuptial chamber, but the King had said that he would have none of the usual ceremony in the bedchamber which he considered both vulgar and obscene. He and his bride would go to bed in private.

He ate little. Bute, watching him, thought he was regretting the loss of Sarah. But it is too late now, thought Bute triumphantly. He was surprised a little later when he had the opportunity of being alone with the King to discover it was not the thought of Sarah which tortured him but of Hannah.

‘I wanted to speak to you,’ said the King quietly. ‘I thought I saw Hannah in the crowd.’

‘Impossible. She is dead.’

‘Are you sure?’

Bute was taken off his guard; he had come to talk of Sarah and now he was confronted with Hannah.

‘But Your Majesty saw the grave…’

‘I saw a grave.’

‘But we were told…’

‘The name above the grave was not even hers. I have a feeling that she is not dead.’

‘But I was told…’

‘I know. But you might not have been told the truth.’

‘Why should I not have been?’

‘Because Hannah wanted to disappear. She wanted to make everything easy for me and that was the only way she could do it.’

‘She left her children, then, you think?’

‘No. She would not do that. The children are with good parents. Why should she not visit them… even be near them. She might be in the household where they are. How can we know? I believe it was Hannah I saw in the crowd.’

‘You have been thinking a great deal of her lately, have you not?’

‘Yes, that’s true.’

‘Then it would be so easy to imagine you saw her. A Quaker habit… In similar dress people look alike.’

‘I knew her well… very well.’

‘That is so. But Your Highness imagined you saw her. Please, Sire, it is better that way.’

‘I married her. If she still lives was I married today?’

‘She does not live and she was already married to Isaac Axford. It was a mock marriage you went through with her.’

‘I… am not sure.’

‘Your Majesty torments yourself unnecessarily.’

‘That lady… the Queen will bear my children. They will be the heirs of this country… but perhaps it is Hannah’s children…’

‘Your Majesty is, if you will forgive my saying so, tormenting himself with impossible nightmares.’

‘I want to see who lies under that stone.’

‘Impossible. It is too long. Oh no… no… It would be dreadful.’

‘I shall never be sure. I shall be haunted by doubts… for the rest of my life.’

‘Your Majesty, there are some occasions when Kings who have the good of the people to consider should think of nothing but their duty.’

‘And the truth?’

‘Duty, where Kings are concerned, takes precedence over truth.’

‘Then you think…’

‘I think she is dead. I think that unhappy affair is at an end. I think we have a young and good King who will lead his country to greatness. Today he has united himself with a good Queen who will bear him sons to the glorification of this land.’

The King stared at his dear friend.

‘You have always been right,’ he said. ‘I cannot believe that you could be wrong.’

‘I was never more right than I am at this time. I rejoice in Your Majesty’s goodness; in Your Majesty’s marriage; in Your Majesty’s heritage. Sire, there are experiences in all our lives over which we would wish to draw a veil. The thicker that veil, very often the better. We make our biggest mistakes when we look back and draw it aside. The past is done with. No good can come by going back… even in thought. Go forward. Long live the King! I say. I trust that this time next year I shall be saying “Long live the Prince of Wales!”’

‘You convince me, my dear friend, as you always have done.’

Bute embraced the King and for a moment George clung to him as he had when he was a child and this man had come to the schoolroom to help extricate him from some small misdemeanour.

‘You are right,’ he said firmly. ‘My dear friend, you are right. There is no going back. The past must be forgotten. I have my duty to my country and my Queen.’

‘She will be missing you,’ said Bute, smiling.

And George left him and returned to his Queen.

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