Secrets of the Tudor Court Boxed Set

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The remainder of that year passed rapidly. Will was busy at court and I was often there with him. On several occasions I served as the king’s hostess when he entertained foreign visitors. We visited Lady Browne at West Horsley in May, and in July King Edward embarked on a royal progress that lasted into September. Will and I went along, although we often detoured to stay at our own houses along the way rather than be crowded in with the rest of the court. When the progress ended at Windsor, Will and I settled in at Esher. Jane Northumberland and her husband were at Chelsea, Queen Kathryn’s dower house having been granted to the duke.

In October I attended Lady Browne’s wedding. For her second husband, Geraldine had chosen a baron, Lord Clinton. He was also lord admiral of England, having replaced Tom Seymour in that post. This was his third marriage. His first, much older wife had been King Henry’s cast-off mistress Bessie Blount. He’d been her second husband. By her first she’d had a daughter, Elizabeth Talboys. Young Elizabeth had become Baroness Talboys in her own right on the death of her brothers and, a week after her stepfather’s remarriage, she wed Lord Ambrose Dudley, Jane Northumberland’s second-oldest surviving son.

Since many matrimonial connections were similarly complex, they served to strengthen political alliances. Good parents looked for security when they arranged their children’s matches. I had remained close to Jane Dudley who, as Duchess of Northumberland, now had precedence over me at court. I knew that her youngest son’s wife had been chosen for her fortune. A month after Lord Ambrose’s wedding, Lord Henry Dudley married thirteen-year-old Margaret Audley, a great heiress. She was also the niece of Henry Grey, the new Duke of Suffolk, giving the Dudley family a connection to royalty, since Suffolk’s wife, Frances Brandon, was one of the daughters of Henry VIII’s sister Mary.

Lord Robin Dudley had wed a few days after his brother Jack married Anne Seymour. He’d persuaded his parents to let him choose his own bride. Robin seemed happy with his choice, but I felt sorry for Jack. His wife blamed his father for her father’s execution and her mother’s imprisonment. I pitied the young woman, but I felt far sorrier for my old friend, who had to live with a woman who hated him.

Mary, the eldest surviving Dudley daughter, was married to Sir Henry Sidney, one of King Edward’s boon companions, and had been for some time. The daughter Jane had given birth to when I was in her service, Temperance, had died. Lord Guildford Dudley’s nuptials would likely be next. Northumberland had been negotiating for months with the Earl of Cumberland for his daughter Margaret’s hand. Margaret was the only child of Frances Brandon’s late sister. Once that match was made, only seven-year-old Lady Katherine Dudley’s future would remain unsettled.

The court celebrated Yuletide that year in lavish style at Greenwich Palace. There was hawking and hunting and no fewer than six masques to entertain us. I gave Will a ring that cost me £100 but considered every penny well spent when I saw the pleasure on his face. The last thing we had to worry about was money. We reckoned his annual income at above £5,500.

In early February, Princess Mary arrived in London with a retinue of two hundred people to pay a formal visit to her brother the king. She was met by one hundred of the king’s men, who escorted her to St. John’s Clerkenwell, where she had a house. King Edward was unwell, suffering from a painful cough and a fever. This postponed their reunion for a few days, but in expectation of that meeting all the highest-ranking ladies of England—or at least those within traveling distance of Westminster—had gathered to escort the princess to court. As we had when the regent of Scotland visited, we would provide a glittering backdrop for Princess Mary when she rode up to the gates of Whitehall. I spent the night before the procession at Durham House, Northumberland’s great mansion on the Strand.

“The Earl of Cumberland has refused his consent for a marriage between his daughter, Margaret Clifford, and our Gil,” Jane confided.

Durham House stood just in the middle of the curve of the Thames, a fact of which I was well aware since Jane and I stood looking out of one of the turret rooms located on either side of the water gate. I had fond memories of the other and had to force myself to concentrate on what my old friend was saying.

“The more fool he,” I said to Jane, “but I’ve no doubt you will find him another, better match.”

In a family of dark-haired, muscular men, Lord Guildford Dudley stood out by virtue of being tall, slender, and fair. Privately I thought he was conceited about his looks, but he was only seventeen. In time, he’d mature. The other boys had turned out well. The only fault I could see in any of them was their extreme subservience to their father, and most people would count obedience to a parent a virtue.

“Lady Margaret Clifford is the king’s cousin. Her late mother was the Duchess of Suffolk’s younger sister,” Jane reminded me.

“Then marry Gil to the Lady Jane Grey,” I suggested with a laugh. “She has precedence over Lady Margaret, being Frances Brandon’s oldest girl. That will put Cumberland’s nose out of joint.”

Jane chuckled. “How wicked you are, Bess.” Then her expression turned thoughtful. “It is not a bad idea. Lady Jane is about the same age as Gil, and she is sound in religion. Well educated. A pretty little thing, as I recall, although somewhat quiet and reserved. At one time, Somerset talked of marrying her to his eldest son, Lord Hertford, but nothing came of it.”

“And Tom Seymour,” I recalled, “once wanted to have the Lady Jane wed King Edward.”

Although she was His Grace’s cousin, the match would have been most unequal. Far better the royal betrothal Will had negotiated during his diplomatic mission to France. King Edward was to wed Elisabeth, daughter of King Henri II of France, at present still an infant. Only time would tell if that marriage ever came about. Peace with France never seemed to last long, and royal betrothals could be set aside just as easily as treaties.

“Hertford,” Jane mused. “I have always liked that boy. He could benefit from having a wife, as well.”

How Lord Hertford felt about his father’s execution, his mother’s imprisonment, and his sister’s unhappy marriage to Jack Dudley, Earl of Warwick, was anyone’s guess. He was a cautious young man who did his best not to attract too much attention to himself.

“If you are bent on matchmaking, there are others more likely to welcome an alliance with your family.” From our vantage point, even so late in the day, I could see into and over the river and had a clear view of Whitehall Palace. Flares of light dotted the scene as lanterns were lit on boats moving up and down and across the river. Candlelight spilled out of houses and shops on the opposite shore.

“Who did you have in mind?”

“You might consider the Earl of Pembroke’s younger son for your Katherine.” Edward Herbert, the little boy I’d played with at Chelsea, was old enough for a betrothal, if not yet a marriage. Since his mother, Will’s sister Anne, had died the previous year, I did not hesitate to promote his interests.

“Why not the elder boy?” Jane asked.

“Lord Herbert is already promised to Lady Catherine Grey, Lady Jane’s younger sister.”

“Is he indeed?”

“Perhaps the Duke of Suffolk already has someone in mind for Lady Jane. It would be a pity if Gil lost the prize simply because you did not act quickly enough to secure it.”

“Both the Lady Jane and her mother will be escorting Princess Mary to Whitehall on the morrow,” Jane said thoughtfully. “I will have to take a closer look at the girl.”

She was pleased with what she saw. On the twenty-fifth of May, in the chapel at Durham House, the Lady Jane Grey married Lord Guildford Dudley, Lady Catherine Grey wed Will’s nephew, Henry Herbert, and little Katherine Dudley married not Edward Herbert, as I had proposed, nor Somerset’s son, Lord Hertford, but rather the Earl of Huntingdon’s heir, Lord Hastings. Northumberland wanted to expand his circle of marriage alliances.

If Will and I had been free to marry when first we loved and had had a child, our progeny might have taken vows on that day, too. I could not stop the thought, but I soon pushed aside any regrets. The union of these powerful evangelical families was a triumph for which I had been partly responsible. I set myself to enjoying the spectacle.

Lady Jane, Lady Catherine, and their parents had arrived by barge from Suffolk Place. Delicate as a flower, Lady Jane wore a gown of gold and silver brocade sewn with diamonds and pearls. Her reddish-blond hair was plaited with more pearls, strings of them. Her golden-haired sister, Lady Catherine, was prettier—it was said she resembled their grandmother, King Henry’s sister Mary, who had briefly been queen of France before she married Charles Brandon, Duke of Suffolk. It was Lady Jane, however, who had a quality about her that spoke of royalty. Although she was shorter and lacked her cousin’s vivid coloring, something in Lady Jane reminded me of Princess Elizabeth.

“The boy’s ill,” Will whispered to me. “He should not have been taken from his sickbed.”

I followed his gaze to young Lord Herbert, Will’s nephew. “The doctors said it was nothing to worry about,” I whispered back. But the fifteen-year-old looked as if he was about to keel over.

“They say the same about King Edward,” Will muttered.

I sent him a questioning look. His Grace had moved to Greenwich because the air there was more salubrious than in London, but I had not heard that he was seriously ill. I shivered, even though it was a mild day.

John Dudley, Duke of Northumberland, had spared no expense to make the triple wedding memorable. He’d hired two teams of masquers to entertain, one male and one female. There were also jousts and games. The festivities lasted two full days. Afterward, the Lady Jane remained at Durham House with Gil and his mother. The Lady Catherine moved into Baynard’s Castle with Will’s nephew and his father, the Earl of Pembroke. I returned to Winchester House, exhausted but well pleased with the outcome of my first foray into matchmaking.