LITMIR.BIZ

      

       Summer 1524

      I withdrew from the court for the whole of the month of June to prepare for my lying in. I had a darkened room hung with thick tapestries, I should see no light nor breathe fresh air until I emerged six long weeks after the birth of my baby. Altogether I would be walled up for two and a half months. I was attended by my mother and by two midwives, a couple of serving maids and a lady’s maid supported them. Outside the chamber, taking turn and turn about night and day, were two apothecaries waiting to be called.

      ‘Can Anne be with me?’ I asked my mother as I eyed the darkened room.

      She frowned. ‘Her father has ordered that she must stay at Hever.’

      ‘Oh, please,’ I said. ‘It’ll be such a long time and I’d like her company.’

      ‘She can visit,’ my mother ruled. ‘But we can’t have her present at the birth of the king’s son.’

      ‘Or daughter,’ I reminded her.

      She made the sign of the cross over my belly. ‘Please God it is a boy,’ she whispered.

      I said nothing more, content to have carried my way by getting Anne to visit me. She came for a day and stayed for two. She had been bored at Hever, infuriated by our Grandmother Boleyn, desperate to get away, even to a darkened room and a sister biding her time by sewing little nightshirts for a royal bastard.

      ‘Have you been over to Home Farm?’ I asked.

      ‘No,’ she said. ‘I’ve ridden past it.’

      ‘I wondered how they were getting on with their strawberry crop?’

      She shrugged.

      ‘And the Peters’ farm? Did you go over for the sheep shearing?’

      ‘No,’ she said.

      ‘D’you know what hay crop we got this year?’

      ‘No.’

      ‘Anne, what on earth do you do all day?’

      ‘I read,’ she said. ‘I practise my music. I have been composing some songs. I ride every day. I walk in the garden. What else is there to do in the country?’

      ‘I go round and see the farms,’ I remarked.

      She raised an eyebrow. ‘They’re always the same. The grass grows.’

      ‘What d’you read?’

      ‘Theology,’ she said shortly. ‘Have you heard of Martin Luther?’

      ‘Of course I’ve heard of him,’ I said, stung. ‘Enough to know that he’s a heretic and his books are forbidden.’

      Anne gave her small secretive smile. ‘He’s not necessarily a heretic,’ she said. ‘It’s a matter of opinion. I have been reading his books and others who think like he does.’

      ‘You’d better keep it quiet,’ I said. ‘If Father and Mother find you’ve been reading banned books they’ll send you to France again, anywhere to get you out of the way.’

      She shrugged. ‘No-one pays any attention to me, I’m quite eclipsed by your glory. There is only one way to come to the attention of this family and that is to climb into the king’s bed. You have to be a whore to be beloved by this family.’

      I folded my hands over my swollen belly and smiled at her, quite unmoved by her malice. ‘There’s no need to pinch me because my stars have led me here. There was no need for you to set yourself at Henry Percy and onwards to disgrace.’

      For a moment the mask of her beautiful face dropped and I saw the longing in her eyes. ‘Have you heard from him?’

      I shook my head. ‘If he wrote to me they’d not let me have the letter,’ I said. ‘I think he’s still fighting against the Scots.’

      She pressed her lips together to keep back a little moan. ‘Oh God, what if he is hurt or killed?’

      I felt my baby stir and I put my warm hands on my loose stomacher. ‘Anne, he should be nothing to you.’