I laughed. I could always laugh with Jane Rochford.

I said: “I think he was more surprised than anyone. You know, he has not a very high opinion of me. Indeed, he always makes me feel more stupid than I am.”

“Oh come, Mistress Howard, you are not stupid. Methinks you have become a very important lady.”

“My uncle does not think so. But it was amusing, Jane. When he presented me to the King, he was very different from what I have ever seen him before.”

“That is the power of royalty, my dear Katherine. It is good to bask in it, but one must never forget it can soon be withdrawn. ‘Well done, thou good and faithful servant’ can quickly be followed by ‘off with his—or her—head’.”

“Oh, Jane, you are very funny.”

“There is truth behind the mirth, dear child. I should like to know what the mighty Duke thought of the King’s interest in his little niece.”

“I think he was afraid I was going to disgrace the family. He was surprised.”

“You may do that yet.”

“What? Disgrace or surprise?”

“Both.” She laughed and went on: “Well, I think we may assume that at this time His Grace the Duke is not displeased with his niece.”

“I am not sure.”

“But the King was certainly not!”

“He did not seem displeased with me, of a surety.”

“’Tis a beginning, and where there is a beginning there must be an end.”


* * *

Some of the Queen’s ladies were invited to the Bishop’s house once more—I among them—and, to our surprise, we had not been there long when the King arrived; and among the courtiers who accompanied him were my uncle and the King’s brother-in-law, the Duke of Suffolk.

I noticed a look pass between my uncle and the Bishop, and it seemed to me that there was something conspiratorial about it.

My uncle came to me and looked me over with that critical manner to which I was accustomed. He took my arm and led me away from the others to the King, bowed, and said: “Your Majesty, may I present Mistress Katherine Howard.”

The King smiled broadly. “Of a surety you may,” he said, turning that smile on me.

“Your Majesty was kind enough to commend her for her singing. Your Majesty may remember the occasion. My niece was overwhelmed.”

“Now, let me think,” said the King, his eyes twinkling. “Sing, did you say? Ah, I recall the lady.”

“Your Majesty was most gracious.”

“The grace was not mine,” said the King. “Rather that of the young lady. Sit beside me, Mistress Howard. I would speak with you for a while.”

He waved his hand to dismiss my uncle, who bowed and moved away.

Then the King talked to me, asking me questions which he had asked before. Did I like living at the Court? It must be different from what I had done before—and so on.

On this occasion I was less shy. In fact, the King was so friendly that I forgot that he was the King. I am afraid I laughed rather immoderately until I remembered who he was and curbed it.

He realized this and, taking my hand, patted it gently. I was fascinated by those fat, glittering fingers, and could not take my eyes from them.

“You must not be afraid of me,” he said gently. “You are a good girl, Mistress Howard. I know that well. I like young ladies to be modest and virtuous. Such gifts are rare, and especially so in surroundings such as these. You are newly come and know nothing of this, so, prithee, Mistress Howard, do not adopt too many of the habits of my Court.”

His mouth fascinated me. It was so small and seemed particularly so because his face was so big. Such a thin straight line of a mouth. Such little eyes that seemed to peer forth from all that flesh. When I had seen him at first, I had thought it was a cruel face. It was quite different when he talked to me. There seemed something young about it now—almost like a baby’s. And then, talking about the morals of his Court, it was almost prim and definitely disapproving.

He noticed how I looked at him, for he said: “You study me, Mistress Howard. What do you think, eh? What do you think of your King?”

I was unsure how to reply and I stammered: “I think Your Majesty is very kind to me.”

He looked pleased and a great sense of relief swept over me because I must have found the right answer to this difficult question.

“To those who serve me well, I can be very kind.” He was smiling now and there was something very soft and sentimental about his face. I was amazed by the speed with which it could change. Now there was a glitter in his eyes and it was different again. It was a look which sent a shiver of alarm through me. I had seen it before, and suddenly I was thinking of Manox and Derham and my dear Thomas. The King was pressing my hand.

“I could be very kind to you, Mistress Howard,” he said.

“Your … Your Majesty is gracious.”

“And will be more … and will be more, I swear to you.”

He looked sentimental again, with that glazed expression in his eyes, and suddenly he said: “Tell me of your music. You play the lute, I know.”

I told him that I also played the virginals.

“You shall play for me,” he said. “I like much the virginals. We share this love of music, you and I.”

It grew increasingly easy to talk to him. I completely forgot he was the King. I pulled myself up sharply, putting my finger to my lips to prevent the informal words coming out, and he said to me: “What ails you, Mistress Katherine?”

I sought to explain. “Your Majesty is so gracious to me. I forgot you are … Your Majesty.”

That seemed to amuse him. His laughter boomed forth and everyone was looking our way.

For a moment I thought he might be angry, but his smile was more soft and sentimental than ever.

“I like that, Katherine,” he said. “I like it well.”


* * *

The Duchess asked me to visit her. This was not the command to which I was accustomed, more a request.

I sailed upriver in a barge which had been sent to take me from Greenwich to Lambeth.

She greeted me warmly.

“Ah, granddaughter,” she said, “you have become a success at Court.”

“I am not sure. But the King has spoken to me.”

“Spoken to you indeed! I heard he had you seated beside him and that you talked together. What could you have had to say to the King?”

“It was easy. I just talked. I forgot he was the King and I told him that.”

She looked at me in horror.

“It was all right,” I assured her. “I am not to be sent to the Tower.”

“Do not say such things … even in jest!” she cried, and I knew she was thinking of my cousin.

“Oh, it mattered not.”

“And it was at the Bishop’s residence that this happened?”

I nodded.

“Stephen Gardiner does not forget his allegiance to your uncle. That is as it should be, for where would Gardiner be without His Grace? He came up from nothing … his father a clothworker, was it? Something such. And if your uncle had not brought him to the attention of Wolsey … poor Wolsey. These people … they come and go. Wolsey … Cromwell … who next? We have to walk through life with the greatest care … those of us who live near the crown. It is well to remember that. So, it was at Gardiner’s place … and your uncle was there … and you did not know that you should meet the King.”

“No … no one knew. The King came without telling them that he would.”

She gave me a slightly supercilious smile.

“And the King paid attention to you … had you sit beside him? He talked to you and you forgot he was the King and he liked that. Is that all?”

“What else should there be?”

“I was asking you. Ah, I think I hear sounds of arrival. It will be the Duke himself.”

The Duke saluted his stepmother and acknowledged me with a nod.

“Katherine is here, as you see,” said the Duchess.

He turned to me then and I recognized the speculation in his eyes as he looked at me: there was a certain interest there which had never come my way before.

“You stand well with the King,” he said. “It is good that you have pleased him.”

“I have done as you asked,” put in my grandmother. “She shall not be short of a gown or the occasional trinket. The seamstresses are here now. They are waiting to fit her as it is necessary.”

The Duke was actually smiling at me. “I doubt not that you are eager to try these new gowns, and I’ll warrant you are as fond of finery as most girls are, eh?”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

He glanced at my grandmother, who nodded.

“Then go, child,” she said. “Try the blue velvet. They used one of your old gowns for size. It should fit. There are some beautiful materials and the colors should become you well. Let me see how you look in the blue velvet.”

I was always glad to get away when my uncle was present. Moreover, the prospect of clothes always excited me.

How they had changed toward me! The King’s attention had done this. I felt a warm glow of gratitude toward him. I was beginning to lose my awe of him. He had been so friendly, and he had shown clearly that he did not think me in the least stupid—or, if he did, he liked it. I was as a young girl should be, he implied.

I gasped with pleasure at the materials when I saw them. I may not have had much book-learning, but I did know something about clothes. I held up the material against me and the two seamstresses cried out in delight.

“Oh, how that scarlet becomes you, Mistress Howard! I think we should make it with the flowing sleeves.”

The flowing sleeves were a fashion which had been introduced to the Court by Anne Boleyn, because she had a deformity on the finger and the full sleeves helped to hide it. They were graceful and becoming and were still in fashion.