Letter First To Anne Boleyn
King Henry The Eighth
The King And The Priest
Choosing A Confessor
Henry The Eighth And His Wives
Letter Fourth To Anne Boleyn
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Letter Eighteenth To Anne Boleyn
Letter Sixteenth To Anne Boleyn
Letter Eleventh To Anne Boleyn
Letter Ninth To Anne Boleyn
Letter Seventeenth To Anne Boleyn
Letter Thirteenth To Anne Boleyn
The Queen's Toilet
Letter Sixth To Anne Boleyn
Letter Seventh To Anne Boleyn
The Feast Of Death
For a long time the king had not appeared in such good spirits as on
this festive evening. For a long time he had not been so completely the
tender husband, the good-natured companion, the cheerful bon-vivant.
The pains of his leg seemed to have disappeared, and even the weight of
his body seemed to be less burdensome than usual, for more than once
he rose from his chair, and walked a few steps through the brilliantly
lighted saloon, in which the ladies and lords of his court, in festive
attire, were moving gently to and fro; in which music and laughter
resounded. How tender he showed himself toward the queen to-day; with
what extraordinary kindness he met the Duke of Norfolk; with what
smiling attention, he listened to the Earl of Surrey, as he, at the
king's desire, recited some new sonnets to Geraldine!
This marked preference for the noble Howards enraptured the Roman
Catholic party at court, and filled it with new hopes and new
But one there was who did not allow himself to be deceived by this mask
which King Henry had to-day put on over his wrathful face.
John Heywood had faith neither in the king's cheerfulness nor in his
tenderness. He knew the king; he was aware that those to whom he was
most friendly often had the most to fear from him. Therefore, he watched
him; and he saw, beneath this mask of friendliness, the king's real
angry countenance sometimes flash out in a quick, hasty look.
The resounding music and the mad rejoicing no more deceived John
Heywood. He beheld Death standing behind this dazzling life; he smelt
the reek of corruption concealed beneath the perfume of these brilliant
John Heywood no longer laughed and no longer chatted. He watched.
For the first time in a long while the king did not need to-day the
exciting jest and the stinging wit of his fool in order to be cheerful
and in good humor.
So the fool had time and leisure to be a reasonable and observant man;
and he improved the time.
He saw the looks of mutual understanding and secure triumph that Earl
Douglas exchanged with Gardiner, and it made him mistrustful to notice
that the favorites of the king, at other times so jealous, did not seem
to be at all disturbed by the extraordinary marks of favor which the
Howards were enjoying this evening.
Once he heard how Gardiner asked Wriothesley, as he passed by, "And the
soldiers of the Tower?" and how he replied just as laconically, "They
stand near the coach, and wait."
It was, therefore, perfectly clear that somebody would be committed
to prison this very day. There was, therefore, among the laughing,
richly-attired, and jesting guests of this court, one who this very
night, when he left these halls radiant with splendor and pleasure, was
to behold the dark and gloomy chambers of the Tower.
The only question was, who that one was for whom the brilliant comedy of
this evening was to be changed to so sad a drama.
John Heywood felt his heart oppressed with an unaccountable
apprehension, and the king's extraordinary tenderness toward the queen
As now he smiled on Catharine, as he now stroked her cheeks, so had the
king smiled on Anne Boleyn in the same hour that he ordered her arrest;
so had he stroked Buckingham's cheek on the same day that he signed his
The fool was alarmed at this brilliant feast, resounding music, and the
mad merriment of the king. He was horrified at the laughing faces and
frivolous jests, which came streaming from all those mirthful lips.
O Heaven! they laughed, and death was in the midst of them; they
laughed, and the gates of the Tower were already opened to admit one
of those merry guests of the king into that house which no one in those
days of Henry the Eighth left again, save to go to the stake or to
ascend the scaffold!
Who was the condemned? For whom were the soldiers below at the carriage
waiting? John Heywood in vain racked his brain with this question.
Nowhere could he spy a trace that might lead him on the right track;
nowhere a clew that might conduct him through this labyrinth of horrors.
"When you are afraid of the devil, you do well to put yourself under his
immediate protection," muttered John Heywood; and sad and despondent at
heart, he crept behind the king's throne and crouched down by it on the
John Heywood had such a little, diminutive form, and the king's
throne was so large and broad, that it altogether concealed the little
No one had noticed that John Heywood was concealed there behind the
king. Nobody saw his large, keen eyes peeping out from behind the throne
and surveying and watching the whole hall.
John Heywood could see everything and hear everything going on in the
vicinity of the king. He could observe every one who approached the
He saw Lady Jane likewise, who was standing by the queen's seat. He saw
how Earl Douglas drew near his daughter, and how she turned deadly pale
as he stepped up to her.
John Heywood held his breath and listened.
Earl Douglas stood near his daughter, and nodded to her with a peculiar
smile. "Go, now, Jane, go and change your dress. It is time. Only see
how impatiently and longingly Henry Howard is already looking this way,
and with what languishing and enamored glances he seems to give a hint
to the queen. Go then, Jane, and think of your promise."
"And will you, my father, also think of your promise?" inquired Lady
Jane, with trembling lips. "Will no danger threaten him?"
"I will, Jane. But now make haste, my daughter, and be prudent and
Lady Jane bowed, and murmured a few unintelligible words. Then she
approached the queen, and begged permission to retire from the feast,
because a severe indisposition had suddenly overtaken her.
Lady Jane's countenance was so pale and deathlike, that the queen might
well believe in the indisposition of her first maid of honor, and she
allowed her to retire. Lady Jane left the hall. The queen continued the
conversation with Lord Hertford, who was standing by her. It was a very
lively and warm conversation, and the queen therefore did not heed
what was passing around her; and she heard nothing of the conversation
between the king and Earl Douglas.
John Heywood, still crouching behind the king's throne, observed
everything and heard every word of this softly whispered conversation.
"Sire," said Earl Douglas, "it is late and the hour of midnight is
drawing nigh. Will your majesty be pleased to conclude the feast? For
you well know that at mid-night we must be over there in the green
summer-house, and it is a long way there."
"Yes, yes, at midnight!" muttered the king. "At midnight the carnival
is at an end; and we shall tear off our mask, and show our wrathful
countenance to the criminals! At midnight we must be over in the green
summer-house. Yes, Douglas, we must make haste; for it would be cruel to
let the tender Surrey wait still longer. So we will give his Geraldine
liberty to leave the feast; and we ourselves must begin our journey.
Ah, Douglas, it is a hard path that we have to tread, and the furies and
gods of vengeance bear our torches. To work, then--to work!"
The king arose from his seat, and stepped to the queen, to whom he
presented his hand with a tender smile.
"My lady, it is late," said he; "and we, who are king of so many
subjects--we are, nevertheless, in turn, the subject of a king. This is
the physician, and we must obey him. He has ordered me to seek my couch
before midnight, and, as a loyal subject must do, I obey. We wish you,
therefore, a good-night, Kate; and may your beautiful eyes on the morrow
also shine as starlike as they do to-night."
"They will shine to-morrow as to-night, if my lord and husband is still
as gracious to me to-morrow as to-day," said Catharine, with perfect
artlessness and without embarrassment, as she gave her hand to the
king. Henry cast on her a suspicious, searching look, and a peculiar,
malicious expression was manifested in his face.
"Do you believe then, Kate, that we can ever be ungracious to you?"
"As to that, I think," said she, with a smile, "that even the sun does
not always shine; and that a gloomy night always succeeds his splendor."
The king did not reply. He looked her steadily in the face, and his
features suddenly assumed a gentler expression.
Perhaps he had compassion on his young wife. Perhaps he felt pity for
her youth and her enchanting smile, which had so often revived and
refreshed his heart.
Earl Douglas at least feared so.
"Sire," said he, "it is late. The hour of midnight is drawing nigh."
"Then let us go," exclaimed the king, with a sigh. "Yes once again,
good-night, Kate! Nay, do not accompany me! I will leave the hall quite
unobserved; and I shall be pleased, if my guests will still prolong
the fair feast till morning. All of you remain here! No one but Douglas
"And your brother, the fool!" said John Heywood, who long before had
come out of his hiding-place and was now standing by the king. "Yes,
come, brother Henry; let us quit this feast. It is not becoming for
wise men of our sort to grant our presence still longer to the feast of
fools. Come to your couch, king, and I will lull your ear to sleep with
the sayings of my wisdom, and enliven your soul with the manna of my
While John Heywood thus spoke, it did not escape him that the features
of the earl suddenly clouded and a dark frown settled on his brow.
"Spare your wisdom for to-day, John," said the king; "for you would
indeed be preaching only to deaf ears. I am tired, and I require not
your erudition, but sleep. Good-night, John."
The king left the hall, leaning on Earl Douglas's arm.
"Earl Douglas does not wish me to accompany the king," whispered John
Heywood. "He is afraid the king might blab out to me a little of that
diabolical work which they will commence at midnight. Well, I call the
devil, as well as the king, my brother, and with his help I too will be
in the green-room at midnight. Ah, the queen is retiring; and there is
the Duke of Norfolk leaving the hall. I have a slight longing to see
whether the duke goes hence luckily and without danger, or if the
soldiers who stand near the coach, as Wriothesley says, will perchance
be the duke's bodyguard for this night."
Slipping out of the hall with the quickness of a cat, John Heywood
passed the duke in the anteroom and hurried on to the outer gateway,
before which the carriages were drawn up.
John Heywood leaned against a pillar and watched. A few minutes, and
the duke's tall and proud form appeared in the entrance-hall; and the
footman, hurrying forward, called his carriage.
The carriage rolled up; the door was opened.
Two men wrapped in black mantles sat by the coachman; two others stood
behind as footmen, while a fifth was by the open door of the carriage.
The duke first noticed him as his foot had already touched the step of
"This is not my equipage! These are not my people!" said he; and he
tried to step back. But the pretended servant forced him violently into
the carriage and shut the door. "Forward!" ordered he. The carriage
rolled on. A moment still, John Heywood saw the duke's pale face appear
at the open carriage window, and it seemed to him as though he were
stretching out his arms, calling for help--then the carriage disappeared
in the night. "Poor duke!" murmured John Heywood. "The gates of the
Tower are heavy, and your arm will not be strong enough to open them
again, when they have once closed behind you. But it avails nothing to
think more about him now. The queen is also in danger. Away, then, to
With fleet foot John Heywood hastened back into the castle. Through
passages and corridors he slipped hurriedly along.
Now he stood in the corridor which led to the apartments of the queen.
"I will constitute her guard to-night," muttered John Heywood, as he hid
himself in one of the niches in the corridor. "The fool by his prayers
will keep far from the door of his saint the tricks of the devil, and
protect her from the snares which the pious Bishop Gardiner and the
crafty courtier Douglas want to lay for her feet. My queen shall not
fall and be ruined. The fool yet lives to protect her."
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