Letter First To Anne Boleyn
King Henry The Eighth
The King And The Priest
Choosing A Confessor
Henry The Eighth And His Wives
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The Queen's Toilet
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Letter Seventh To Anne Boleyn
The King's Fool
Two years had passed away since the king's marriage, and still Catharine
Parr had always kept in favor with her husband; still her enemies were
foiled in their attempts to ruin her, and raise the seventh queen to the
Catharine had ever been cautious, ever discreet. She had always
preserved a cold heart and a cool head. Each morning she had said to
herself that this day might be her last; that some incautious word,
some inconsiderate act, might deprive her of her crown and her life.
For Henry's savage and cruel disposition seemed, like his corpulency,
to increase daily, and it needed only a trifle to inflame him to the
highest pitch of rage, rage which, each time, fell with fatal stroke on
him who aroused it.
A knowledge and consciousness of this had made the queen cautious. She
did not wish to die yet. She still loved life so much. She loved it
because it had as yet afforded her so little delight. She loved it
because she had so much happiness, so much rapture and enjoyment yet to
hope from it. She did not wish to die yet, for she was ever waiting for
that life of which she had a foretaste only in her dreams, and which her
palpitating and swelling heart told her was ready to awake in her, and,
with its sunny, brilliant eyes, arouse her from the winter sleep of her
It was a bright and beautiful spring day. Catharine wanted to avail
herself of it, to take a ride and forget for one brief hour that she was
a queen. She wanted to enjoy the woods, the sweet May breeze, the song
of birds, the green meadows, and to inhale in full draughts the pure
She wanted to ride. Nobody suspected how much secret delight and hidden
rapture lay in these words. No one suspected that for months she had
been looking forward with pleasure to this ride, and scarcely dared
to wish for it, just because it would be the fulfilment of her ardent
She was already dressed in her riding-habit, and the little red velvet
hat, with its long, drooping white feather, adorned her beautiful head.
Walking up and down the room, she was waiting only for the return of the
lord chamberlain, whom she had sent to the king to inquire whether he
wished to speak with her before her ride.
Suddenly the door opened, and a strange apparition showed itself on the
threshold. It was a small, compact masculine figure, clad in vesture of
crimson silk, which was trimmed in a style showy and motley enough, with
puffs and bows of all colors, and which, just on account of its motley
appearance, contrasted strangely enough with the man's white hair, and
earnest and sombre face.
"Ah, the king's fool," said Catharine, with a merry laugh. "Well, John,
what is it that brings you here? Do you bring me a message from the
king, or have you made a bold hit, and wish me to take you again under
"No, queen," said John Heywood, seriously, "I have made no bold hit,
nor do I bring a message from the king. I bring nothing but myself. Ah,
queen, I see you want to laugh, but I pray you forget for a moment that
John Heywood is the king's fool, and that it does not become him to wear
a serious face and indulge sad thoughts like other men."
"Oh, I know that you are not merely the king's fool, but a poet also,"
said Catharine, with a gracious smile.
"Yes," said he, "I am a poet, and therefore it is altogether proper for
me to wear this fool's cap, for poets are all fools, and it were better
for them to be hung on the nearest tree instead of being permitted to
run about in their crazy enthusiasm, and babble things on account
of which people of sense despise and ridicule them. I am a poet, and
therefore, queen, I have put on this fool's dress, which places me under
the king's protection, and allows me to say to him all sorts of things
which nobody else has the courage to speak out. But to-day, queen, I
come to you neither as a fool nor as a poet, but I come to you because I
wish to cling to your knees and kiss your feet. I come because I wish
to tell you that you have made John Heywood forever your slave. He will
from this time forth lie like a dog before your threshold and guard you
from every enemy and every evil which may press upon you. Night and day
he will be ready for your service, and know neither repose nor rest, if
it is necessary to fulfil your command or your wish."
As he thus spoke, with trembling voice and eyes dimmed with tears, he
knelt down and bowed his head at Catharine's feet.
"But what have I done to inspire you with such a feeling of
thankfulness?" asked Catharine with astonishment. "How have I deserved
that you, the powerful and universally dreaded favorite of the king,
should dedicate yourself to my service?"
"What have you done?" said he. "My lady, you have saved my son from the
stake! They had condemned him--that handsome noble youth--condemned him,
because he had spoken respectfully of Thomas More; because he said
this great and noble man did right to die, rather than be false to his
convictions. Ah, nowadays, it requires such a trifle to condemn a man to
death! a couple of thoughtless words are sufficient! And this miserable,
lick-spittle Parliament, in its dastardliness and worthlessness, always
condemns and sentences, because it knows that the king is always thirsty
for blood, and always wants the fires of the stake to keep him warm. So
they had condemned my son likewise, and they would have executed him,
but for you. But you, whom God has sent as an angel of reconciliation on
this regal throne reeking with blood; you who daily risk your life
and your crown to save the life of some one of those unfortunates whom
fanaticism and thirst for blood have sentenced, and to procure their
pardon, you have save my son also."
"How! that young man who was to be burned yesterday, was your son?"
"Yes, he was my son."
"And you did not tell the king so? and you did not intercede for him?"
"Had I done so, he would have been irretrievably lost! For you well
know the king is so proud of his impartiality and his virtue! Oh, had
he known that Thomas is my son he would have condemned him to death, to
show the people that Henry the Eighth everywhere strikes the guilty
and punishes the sinner, whatever name he may bear, and whoever may
intercede for him. Ah, even your supplication would not have softened
him, for the high-priest of the English Church could never have pardoned
this young man for not being the legitimate son of his father, for not
having the right to bear his name, because his mother was the spouse of
another man whom Thomas must call father."
"Poor Heywood! Yes, now I understand. The king would, indeed, never have
forgiven this; and had he known it, your son would have inevitably been
condemned to the stake."
"You saved him, queen! Do you not believe now that I shall be forever
thankful to you?"
"I do believe it," said the queen, with a pleasant smile, as she
extended her hand for him to kiss. "I believe you, and I accept your
"And you will need it, queen, for a tempest is gathering over your head,
and soon the lightning will flash and the thunders roll."
"Oh, I fear not! I have strong nerves!" said Catharine, smiling. "When
a storm comes, it is but a refreshing of nature, and I have always seen
that after a storm the sun shines again."
"You are a brave soul!" swirl John Heywood, sadly.
"That is, I am conscious of no guilt!"
"But your enemies will invent a crime to charge you with. Ah, as soon as
it is the aim to calumniate a neighbor and plunge him in misery, men are
"But you just now said that poets are crack-brained, and should be hung
to the first tree. We will, therefore, treat these slanderers as poets,
that is all."
"No, that is not all!" said John Heywood, energetically. "For slanderers
are like earth-worms. You cut them in pieces, but instead of thereby
killing them, you multiply each one and give it several heads."
"But what is it, then, that I am accused of?" exclaimed Catharine,
impatiently. "Does not my life lie open and clear before you all? Do I
ever take pains to have any secrets? Is not my heart like a glass house,
into which you can all look, to convince yourselves that it is a soil
wholly unfruitful, and that not a single poor little flower grows
"Though this be so, your enemies will sow weeds and make the king
believe that it is burning love which has grown up in your heart."
"How! They will accuse me of having a love-affair?" asked Catharine, and
her lips slightly trembled.
"I do not know their plans yet; but I will find them out. There is a
conspiracy at work. Therefore, queen, be on your guard! Trust nobody,
for foes are ever wont to conceal themselves under hypocritical faces
and deceiving words."
"If you know my enemies, name them to me!" said Catharine, impatiently.
"Name them to me, that I may beware of them."
"I have not come to accuse anybody, but to warn you. I shall, therefore,
take good care not to point out your enemies to you; but I will name
your friends to you."
"Ah, then, I have friends, too!" whispered Catharine, with a happy
"Yes, you have friends; and, indeed, such as are ready to give their
blood and life for you."
"Oh, name them, name them to me!" exclaimed Catharine, all of a tremble
with joyful expectation.
"I name first, Cranmer, archbishop of Canterbury. He is your true and
staunch friend, on whom you can build. He loves you as queen, and
he prizes you as the associate whom God has sent him to bring to
completion, here at the court of this most Christian and bloody king,
the holy work of the Reformation, and to cause the light of knowledge
to illuminate this night of superstition and priestly domination.
Build strongly on Cranmer, for he is your surest and most invariable
supporter, and should he sink, your fall would inevitably follow.
Therefore, not only rely on him, but also protect him, and look upon him
as your brother; for what you do for him, you do for yourself."
"Yes, you are right," said Catharine, thoughtfully. "Cranmer is a noble
and staunch friend; and often enough already he has protected me, in the
king's presence, against those little pin-prickings of my enemies, which
do not indeed kill, but which make the whole body sore and faint."
"Protect him, and thus protect yourself."
"Well, and the other friends?"
"I have given Cranmer the precedence; but now, queen, I name myself as
the second of your friends. If Cranmer is your staff, I will be your
dog; and, believe me, so long as you have such a staff and so faithful
a dog, you are safe. Cranmer will warn you of every stone that lies in
your way, and I will bite and drive off the enemies, who, hidden behind
the thicket, lurk in the way to fall upon you from behind."
"I thank you! Really, I thank you!" said Catharine, heartily. "Well, and
"More?" inquired Heywood with a sad smile.
"Mention a few more of my friends."
"Queen, it is a great deal, if one in a lifetime has found two friends
upon whom he can rely, and whose fidelity is not guided by selfishness.
You are perhaps the only crowned head that can boast of such friends."
"I am a woman," said Catharine, thoughtfully, "and many women surround
me and daily swear to me unchanging faithfulness and attachment. How!
are all these unworthy the title of friends? Is even Lady Jane Douglas
unworthy; she, whom I have called my friend these many long years, and
whom I trust as a sister? Tell me, John Heywood, you who, as it is said,
know everything, and search out everything that takes place at court,
tell me, is not Lady Jane Douglas my friend?"
John Heywood suddenly became serious and gloomy, and looked on the
ground, absorbed in reflection. Then he swept his large, bright eyes all
around the room, in a scrutinizing manner, as if he wished to convince
himself that no listener was really concealed there, and stepping close
up to the queen, he whispered: "Trust her not; she is a papist, and
Gardiner is her friend."
"Ah, I suspected it," whispered Catharine, sadly.
"But listen, queen; give no expression to this suspicion by look, or
words, or by the slightest indication. Lull this viper into the belief
that you are harmless; lull her to sleep, queen. She is a venomous and
dangerous serpent, which must not be roused, lest, before you suspect
it, it bite you on the heel. Be always gracious, always confidential,
always friendly toward her. Only, queen, do not tell her what you would
not confide to Gardiner and Earl Douglas likewise. Oh, believe me, she
is like the lion in the doge's palace at Venice. The secrets that you
confide to her will become accusations against you before the tribunal
Catharine shook her head with a smile. "You are too severe, John
Heywood. It is possible that the religion which she secretly professes
has estranged her heart from me, but she would never be capable of
betraying me, or of leaguing herself with my foes. No, John, you are
mistaken. It would be a crime to believe thus. My God, what a wicked
and wretched world it must be in which we could not trust even our most
faithful and dearest friends!"
"The world is indeed wicked and wretched, and one must despair of it,
or consider it a merry jest, with which the devil tickles our noses. For
me, it is such a jest, and therefore, queen, I have become the king's
fool, which at least gives me the right of spurting out upon the
crawling brood all the venom of the contempt I feel for mankind, and of
speaking the truth to those who have only lies, by dripping honey, ever
on their lips. The sages and poets are the real fools of our day, and
since I did not feel a vocation to be a king, or a priest, a hangman, or
a lamb for sacrifice, I became a fool."
"Yes, a fool, that is to say, an epigrammatist, whose biting tongue
makes the whole court tremble."
"Since I cannot, like my royal master, have these criminals executed, I
give them a few sword-cuts with my tongue. Ah, I tell you, you will much
need this ally. Be on your guard, queen: I heard this morning the first
growl of the thunder, and in Lady Jane's eyes I observed the stealthy
lightning. Trust her not. Trust no one here but your friends Cranmer and
"And you say, that in all this court, among all these brilliant women,
these brave cavaliers, the poor queen has not a single friend, not a
soul, whom she may trust, on whom she may lean? Oh, John Heywood, think
again, have pity on the poverty of a queen. Think again. Say, only you
two? No friend but you?"
And the queen's eyes filled with tears, which she tried in vain to
John Heywood saw it and sighed deeply. Better than the queen herself
perhaps, he had read the depths of her heart, and knew its deep wound.
But he also had sympathy with her pain, and wished to mitigate it a
"I recollect," said he, gently and mournfully--"yes, I recollect, you
have yet a third friend at this court."
"Ah, a third friend!" exclaimed Catharine, and again her voice sounded
cheery and joyous. "Name him to me, name him! For you see clearly I am
burning with impatience to hear his name."
John Heywood looked into Catharine's glowing countenance with a strange
expression, at once searching and mournful, and for a moment dropped his
head upon his breast and sighed.
"Now, John, give me the name of this third friend."
"Do you not know him, queen?" asked Heywood, as he again stared steadily
in her face. "Do you not know him? It is Thomas Seymour, Earl of Sudley."
There passed as it were a sunbeam over Catharine's face, and she uttered
a low cry.
John Heywood said, sadly: "Queen, the sun strikes directly in your face.
Take care that it does not blind your bright eyes. Stand in the shade,
your majesty, for, hark! there comes one who might report the sunshine
in your face for a conflagration."
Just then the door opened, and Lady Jane appeared on the threshold. She
threw a quick, searching glance around the room, and an imperceptible
smile passed over her beautiful pale face.
"Your majesty," said she solemnly, "everything is ready. You can begin
your ride when it pleases you. The Princess Elizabeth awaits you in the
anteroom, and your master of horse already holds the stirrup of your
"And the lord chamberlain?" asked Catharine, blushing, "has he no
message from the king to bring me?"
"Ay!" said the Earl of Surrey as he entered. "His majesty bids me
tell the queen that she may extend her ride as far as she wishes. The
glorious weather is well worth that the Queen of England should enjoy
it, and enter into a contest with the sun."
"Oh, the king is the most gallant of cavaliers," said Catharine, with a
happy smile. "Now come, Jane, let us ride."
"Pardon me, your majesty," said Lady Jane, stepping back. "I cannot
to-day enjoy the privilege of accompanying your majesty. Lady Anne
Ettersville is to-day in attendance."
"Another time, then, Jane! And you, Earl Douglas, you ride with us?"
"The king, your majesty, has ordered me to his cabinet."
"Behold now a queen abandoned by all her friends!" said Catharine
cheerily, as with light, elastic step she passed through the hall to the
"Here is something going on which I must fathom!" muttered John Heywood,
who had left the hall with the rest. "A mousetrap is set, for the cats
remain at home, and are hungry for their prey."
Lady Jane had remained behind in the hall with her father. Both had
stepped to the window, and were silently looking down into the yard,
where the brilliant cavalcade of the queen and her suite was moving
about in motley confusion.
Catharine had just mounted her palfrey; the noble animal, recognizing
his mistress, neighed loudly, and, giving a snort, reared up with his
Princess Elizabeth, who was close to the queen, uttered a cry of alarm.
"You will fall, queen," said she, "you ride such a wild animal."
"Oh, no, indeed," said Catharine, smiling; "Hector is not wild. It is
with him as with me. This charming May air has made us both mettlesome
and happy. Away, then, my ladies and lords! our horses must be to-day
swift as birds. We ride to Epping Forest."
And through the open gateway dashed the cavalcade. The queen in front;
at her right, the Princess Elizabeth; at her left, the master of horse,
Thomas Seymour, Earl of Sudley.
When the train had disappeared, father and daughter stepped back from
the window, and looked at each other with strange, dark, and disdainful
"Well, Jane?" said Earl Douglas, at length. "She is still queen, and the
king becomes daily more unwieldy and ailing. It is time to give him a
"Soon, my father, soon."
"Loves the queen Henry Howard at last?"
"Yes, he loves her!" said Jane, and her pale face was now colorless as a
"I ask, whether she loves him?"
"She will love him!" murmured Jane, and then suddenly mastering
herself, she continued: "but it is not enough to make the queen in love;
doubtless it would be still more efficient if some one could instill a
new love into the king. Did you see, father, with what ardent looks his
majesty yesterday watched me and the Duchess of Richmond?"
"Did I see it? The whole court talked about it."
"Well, now, my father, manage it so that the king may be heartily bored
to-day, and then bring him to me. He will find the Duchess of Richmond
"Ah, a glorious thought! You will surely be Henry's seventh queen."
"I will ruin Catharine Parr, for she is my rival, and I hate her!" said
Jane, with glowing cheeks and flashing eyes. "She has been queen long
enough, and I have bowed myself before her. Now she shall fall in the
dust before me, and I will set my foot upon her head."
Next: The Ride