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
And now I find I was far too slow to keep my ladies with me. It is like the end of summer when one moment at Bradgate I notice that the swallows are circling the turrets faster and faster, and then suddenly there are none, and I don’t even know the day when they left. Just like the swallows, my ladies are vanished from my rooms. I did not know that they would go; I did not see them leave. Even my mother is missing, disappeared like a dark-backed swift. She went without telling me, taking Mary with her. I think worse of her than I do of Katherine, for at least that bruised reed came to me to say that she would have to leave. The only women left in the Tower are some lowly wives, the servants, the wife of the constable of the Tower who lives here, and my mother-in-law, Lady Dudley. Abandoned here, she looks ghastly, like a whale marooned on a cold beach, accidentally aground. She sits on her stool, her hands empty, no Bible to read, no shirts to sew, an idle woman with her plans in wreckage around her.
“Have you heard from your husband?” I demand.
“He has surrendered,” she chokes, her voice thick with grief. “At Cambridge. Surrendered to those who were proud to call him their lord only the day before.”
I nod rapidly, as if this makes any sense to me, as if I am hearing her, but this is far beyond my understanding. I have never read anything to prepare me for a reverse like this. I don’t think there has ever been a reverse like this, not in any history that I have studied. A complete defeat without a battle? No defense at all? A great army mustered and marched out, but then turned around to go quietly away? It is more like a fairy tale than a history.
“Well, I shall go home,” I decide. I sound determined, but secretly I am hoping she will order me to her house in London, or command me to wait here for my father to rescue me.
She shakes her head. “You can’t. They’ve closed the gates on the Tower,” she says. “D’you think I would be here with you if I could leave? You were a queen; but now you are a prisoner. You bolted the gates to keep your people in; now they are bolted to keep you in. You will never see your home again. God grant that I do.”
“I shall be the judge of that!” I snap; and I turn and go out of the room to Guildford’s great chamber.