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gathered it into his fist.
‘I will tell you a story about one of the sultanas,’ she said. ‘It is not a story. It is true. She was in the harem; you know that the women live apart from the men in their own rooms?’
He nodded, watching the candlelight flicker on her neck, on the hollow at her collarbone.
‘She looked out of the window and the tidal river beneath her window was at low ebb. The poor children of the town were playing in the water. They were on the slipway for the boats and they had spread mud all around and they were slipping and sliding, skating in the mud. She laughed while she watched them and she said to her ladies how she wished that she could play like that.’
‘But she couldn’t go out?’
‘No, she could never go out. Her ladies told the eunuchs who guarded the harem and they told the Grand Vizier and he told the sultan, and when she left the window and went to her presence chamber, guess what?’
He shook his head, smiling. ‘What?’
‘Her presence chamber was a great marble hall. The floor was made of rose-veined marble. The sultan had ordered them to bring great flasks of perfumed oils and pour them on the floor. All the perfumiers in the town had been ordered to bring oil of roses to the palace. They had brought rose petals and sweet-smelling herbs and they had made a thick paste of oil of roses and rose petals and herbs and spread it, one foot thick, all across the floor of her presence chamber. The sultana and her ladies stripped to their chemises and slid and played in the mud, threw rose water and petals and all the afternoon played like the mudlarks.’
He was entranced. ‘How glorious.’
She smiled up at him. ‘Now it is your turn. You tell me a story.’
‘I have no stories like that. It is all fighting and winning.’
‘Those are the stories you like best when I tell them,’ she pointed out.
‘I do. And now your father is going to war again.’
‘He is?’
‘Did you not know?’
Catalina shook her head. ‘The Spanish ambassador sometimes sends me a note with the news, but he has told me nothing. Is it a crusade?’
‘You are a bloodthirsty soldier of Christ. I should think the infidels shake in their sandals. No, it is not a crusade. It is a far less heroic cause. Your father, rather surprisingly to us, has made an alliance with King Louis of France. Apparently they plan to invade Italy together and share the spoils.’
‘King Louis?’ she asked in surprise. ‘Never! I had thought they would be enemies until death.’
‘Well, it seems that the French king does not care who he allies with. First the Turks and now your father.’
‘Well, better that King Louis makes alliance with my father than with the Turks,’ she said stoutly. ‘Anything is better than they are invited in.’
‘But why would your father join with our enemy?’
‘He has always wanted Naples,’ she confided to him. ‘Naples and Navarre. One way or another he will have them. King Louis may think he has an ally but there will be a high price to pay. I know him. He plays a long game but he usually gets his own way. Who sent you the news?’
‘My father. I think he is vexed not to be in their counsel. He fears the French worse only than the Scots. It is a disappointment for us that your father would ally with them on anything.’
‘On the contrary, your father should be pleased that my father is keeping the French busy in the south. My father is doing him a service.’
He laughed at her. ‘You are a great help.’
‘Will your father not join with them?’
Arthur shook his head. ‘Perhaps, but his one great desire is to keep England at peace. War is a terrible thing for a country. You are a soldier’s daughter and you should know. My father says it is a terrible thing to see a country at war.’
‘Your father only fought one big battle,’ she said. ‘Sometimes you have to fight. Sometimes you have to beat your enemy.’
‘I wouldn’t fight to gain land,’ he said. ‘But I would fight to defend our borders. And I think we will have to fight against the Scots unless my sister can change their very nature.’
‘And is your father prepared for war?’
‘He has the Howard family to keep the north for him,’ he said. ‘And he has the trust of every northern landlord. He has reinforced the castles and he keeps the Great North Road open so that he can get his soldiers up there if needs be.’
Catalina looked thoughtful. ‘If he has to fight he would do better to invade them,’ she said. ‘Then he can choose the time and the place to fight and not be forced into defence.’
‘Is that the better way?’
She nodded. ‘My father would say so. It is everything to have your army moving forwards and confident. You have the wealth of the country ahead of you, for your supplies; you have the movement forwards: soldiers like to feel that they are making progress. There is nothing worse than being forced to turn and fight.’
‘You are a tactician,’ he said. ‘I wish to God I had your childhood and knew the things you know.’
‘You do have,’ she said sweetly. ‘For everything I know is yours, and everything I am is yours. And if you and our country ever need me to fight for you then I will be there.’
It has become colder and colder and the long week of rain has turned into showers of hail and now snow. Even so it is not bright, cold wintry weather but a low, damp mist with swirling cloud and flurries of slush which clings in clumps to trees and turrets and sits in the river like old sherbet.
When Arthur comes to my room he slips along the battlements like a skater and this morning, as he went back to his room, we were certain we would be discovered because he slid on fresh ice and fell and cursed so loud that the sentry on the next tower put his head out and shouted ‘Who goes there?’ and I had to call back that it was only me, feeding the winter birds. So Arthur whistled at me and told me it was the call of a robin and we both laughed so much that we could barely stand. I am certain that the sentry knew anyway, but it was so cold he did not come out.
Now today Arthur has gone out riding with his council, who want to look at a site for a new corn mill while the river is in spate and partly blocked by snow and ice, and Lady Margaret and I are staying at home and playing cards.
It is cold and grey, it is wet all the time, even the walls of the castle weep with icy moisture, but I am happy. I love him, I would live with him anywhere, and spring will come and then summer. I know we will be happy then too.
The tap on the door came late at night. She threw it open.
‘Ah love, my love! Where have you been?’
He stepped into the room and kissed her. She could taste the wine on his breath. ‘They would not leave,’ he said. ‘I have been trying to get away to be with you for three hours at the very least.’
He picked her up off her feet and carried her to the bed. ‘But Arthur, don’t you want…?’
‘I want you.’
‘Tell me a story.’
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