Chapters (116)
- Cover
- The Last Tudor
- Family Trees
- BOOK I
- BRADGATE HOUSE, GROBY, LEICESTERSHIRE,
- SUFFOLK PLACE, LONDON,
- GREENWICH PALACE,
- GREENWICH PALACE,
- DURHAM HOUSE, LONDON,
- SUFFOLK PLACE, LONDON,
- THE OLD MANOR, CHELSEA,
- SYON HOUSE, ISLEWORTH,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- BOOK II
- BAYNARD’S CASTLE, LONDON,
- BEAUMANOR, LEICESTERSHIRE,
- BEAUMANOR, LEICESTERSHIRE,
- HAMPTON COURT PALACE,
- OATLANDS PALACE, SURREY,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- HANWORTH PALACE, MIDDLESEX,
- GREENWICH PALACE,
- NONSUCH PALACE, SURREY,
- HAMPTON COURT PALACE,
- HAMPTON COURT PALACE,
- CHARTERHOUSE, SHEEN,
- WINDSOR CASTLE,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- CHARTERHOUSE, SHEEN,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- GREENWICH PALACE,
- WINDSOR CASTLE,
- WINDSOR CASTLE,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- CANNON ROW, LONDON,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- GREENWICH PALACE,
- ON PROGRESS: THE ROAD TO WANSTEAD,
- PIRGO PALACE, ESSEX,
- MR. MORE’S HOUSE, HIGH STREET, IPSWICH,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- THE LIEUTENANT’S HOUSE, THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- LAMBETH PALACE, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- PIRGO PALACE, ESSEX,
- BOOK III
- WINDSOR CASTLE,
- WINDSOR CASTLE,
- WINDSOR CASTLE,
- GREENWICH PALACE,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- WINDSOR CASTLE,
- CHEQUERS, BUCKINGHAMSHIRE,
- CHEQUERS, BUCKINGHAMSHIRE,
- CHEQUERS, BUCKINGHAMSHIRE,
- CHEQUERS, BUCKINGHAMSHIRE,
- CHEQUERS, BUCKINGHAMSHIRE,
- CHEQUERS, BUCKINGHAMSHIRE,
- CHEQUERS, BUCKINGHAMSHIRE,
- CHEQUERS, BUCKINGHAMSHIRE,
- CHEQUERS, BUCKINGHAMSHIRE,
- CHEQUERS, BUCKINGHAMSHIRE,
- CHEQUERS, BUCKINGHAMSHIRE,
- CHEQUERS TO LONDON,
- THE MINORIES, LONDON,
- GREENWICH PALACE,
- GREENWICH PALACE,
- GREENWICH PALACE,
- THE MINORIES, LONDON,
- GRIMSTHORPE CASTLE, LINCOLNSHIRE,
- GRIMSTHORPE CASTLE, LINCOLNSHIRE,
- GRIMSTHORPE CASTLE, LINCOLNSHIRE,
- GRIMSTHORPE CASTLE, LINCOLNSHIRE,
- GRESHAM HOUSE, BISHOPSGATE, LONDON,
- GRESHAM HOUSE, BISHOPSGATE, LONDON,
- GRESHAM HOUSE, BISHOPSGATE, LONDON,
- GRESHAM HOUSE, BISHOPSGATE, LONDON,
- GRESHAM HOUSE, BISHOPSGATE, LONDON,
- GRESHAM HOUSE, BISHOPSGATE, LONDON,
- GRESHAM HOUSE, BISHOPSGATE, LONDON,
- OSTERLEY PARK, MIDDLESEX,
- ST. BOTOLPH’S-WITHOUT-ALDGATE, LONDON,
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- BIBLIOGRAPHY
I thought I was to come to you, but it is delayed. I pray that it is nothing more than a delay. I am with you every day in my heart and my prayers. Your loving and constant wife, MK
* * *
I have no reply from him, but this does not trouble me for perhaps he has not yet had my letter, or cannot get a secret note to me. I am sitting at the window overlooking the London street when I see the doctor arriving and being admitted in the front door below my window. I have not complained of any ill health, and so I wonder who has summoned him and if Lady Gresham has poisoned with bile.
Sir Thomas himself opens the door and Dr. Smith comes into the room. So he has come to visit me. I get to my feet, filled with unease. If this is my freedom, why have they sent my physician? Why do they both look so grave?
I don’t wait for him to be announced or for him to make his bow. “Please tell me,” I say quickly. “Please tell me at once whatever it is you have come to tell me. Please tell me at once.”
The two men exchange a look, and, at that, I know that I have lost the love of my life.
“Is it Thomas?” I ask.
“Yes, my lady,” says the doctor quietly. “I am sorry to tell you that he is dead.”
“My husband?” I say. “My Thomas, Thomas Keyes? The queen’s sergeant porter, the biggest man at court? Who married me?”
I keep thinking, there is bound to be a mistake. My Thomas could not survive the Fleet in winter, get himself back to Kent, write that he will come to me, and then fail and die before we are reunited. It is not possible that our love story, such an odd unlikely story, could end so unhappily. I keep thinking, it is another Thomas, not my Thomas who stands as tall as a tree with his shoulders back and his kind eyes scanning everyone who comes to his gate.
“Yes, my lady,” the doctor says again. “I am afraid that he is dead.”
OSTERLEY PARK, MIDDLESEX,
SPRING 1572