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The older members of the court disapprove and have made stern criticisms of the king’s boisterous lads; but I say nothing. When the councillors come to me with complaints I say that the king is a young man and youth will have its way. There is no great harm in any one of the comrades; when they are not drinking, they are sweet young men. One or two, like the Duke of Buckingham who greeted me long ago, or the young Thomas Howard, are fine young men who would be an ornament to any court. My mother would have liked them. But when the lads are deep in their cups they are noisy and rowdy and excitable as young men always are and when they are sober they talk nonsense. I look at them with my mother’s eyes and I know that they are the boys who will become the officers in our army. When we go to war their energy and their courage are just what we will need. The noisiest, most disruptive young men in peacetime are exactly the leaders I will need in time of war.
Lady Margaret, the king’s grandmother, having buried a husband or two, a daughter-in-law, a grandson and finally her own precious prince, was a little weary of fighting for her place in the world and Catalina was careful not to provoke her old enemy into open warfare. Thanks to Catalina’s discretion, the rivalry between the two women was not played overtly – anyone hoping to see Lady Margaret abuse her granddaughter-in-law as she had insulted her son’s wife was disappointed. Catalina slid away from conflict.
When Lady Margaret tried to claim precedence by arriving at the dining-hall door a few footsteps before Catalina, a Princess of the Blood, an Infanta of Spain and now Queen of England, Catalina stepped back at once and gave way to her with such an air of generosity that everyone remarked on the pretty behaviour of the new queen. Catalina had a way of ushering the older woman before her that absolutely denied all rules of precedence and instead somehow emphasised Lady Margaret’s ungainly gallop to beat her granddaughter-in-law to the high table. They also saw Catalina pointedly step back, and everyone remarked on the grace and generosity of the younger woman.
The death of Lady Margaret’s son, King Henry, had hit the old lady hard. It was not so much that she had lost a beloved child; it was more that she had lost a cause. In his absence she could hardly summon the energy to force the Privy Councillors to report to her before going to the king’s rooms. Harry’s joyful excusing of his father’s debts and freeing of his father’s prisoners she took as an insult to his father’s memory, and to her own rule. The sudden leap of the court into youth and freedom and playfulness made her feel old and bad-tempered. She, who had once been the commander of the court and the maker of the rules, was left to one side. Her opinion no longer mattered. The great book by which all court events must be governed had been written by her; but suddenly, they were celebrating events that were not in her book, they invented pastimes and activities, and she was not consulted.
She blamed Catalina for all the changes she most disliked, and Catalina smiled very sweetly and continued to encourage the young king to hunt and to dance and to stay up late at night. The old lady grumbled to her ladies that the queen was a giddy, vain thing and would lead the prince to disaster. Insultingly, she even remarked that it was no wonder Arthur had died, if this was the way that the Spanish girl thought a royal household should be run.
Lady Margaret Pole remonstrated with her old acquaintance as tactfully as she could. ‘My lady, the queen has a merry court but she never does anything against the dignity of the throne. Indeed, without her, the court would be far wilder. It is the king who insists on one pleasure after another. It is the queen who gives this court its manners. The young men adore her and nobody drinks or misbehaves before her.’
‘It is the queen who I blame,’ the old woman said crossly. ‘Princess Eleanor would never have behaved like this. Princess Eleanor would have been housed in my rooms, and the place would have run by my rules.’
Tactfully, Catalina heard nothing; not even when people came to her and repeated the slanders. Catalina simply ignored her grand-mother-in-law and the constant stream of her criticism. She could have done nothing that would irritate her more.
It was the late hours that the court now kept that were the old lady’s greatest complaint. Increasingly, she had to wait and wait for dinner to be served. She would complain that it was so late at night that the servants would not be finished before dawn, and then she would retire before the court had even finished their dinner.
‘You keep late hours,’ she told Harry. ‘It is foolish. You need your sleep. You are only a boy; you should not be roistering all night. I cannot keep hours like this, and it is a waste of candles.’
‘Yes; but my lady grandmother, you are nearly seventy years old,’ he said patiently. ‘Of course you should have your rest. You shall retire whenever you wish. Catalina and I are only young. It is natural for us to want to stay up late. We like amusement.’
‘She should be resting. She has to conceive an heir,’ Lady Margaret said irritably. ‘She’s not going to do that bobbing about in a dance with a bunch of feather-heads. Masquing, every night. Whoever heard of such a thing? And who is to pay for all this?’
‘We’ve been married less than a month!’ he exclaimed, a little irritated. ‘These are our wedding celebrations. I think we can enjoy good pastimes, and keep a merry court. I like to dance.’
‘You act as if there was no end to money,’ she snapped. ‘How much has this dinner cost you? And last night’s? The strewing herbs alone must cost a fortune. And the musicians? This is a country that has to hoard its wealth, it cannot afford a spendthrift king. It is not the English way to have a popinjay on the throne, a court of mummers.’
Harry flushed, he was about to make a sharp retort.
‘The king is no spendthrift,’ Catalina intervened quickly. ‘This is just part of the wedding festivities. Your son, the late king, always thought that there should be a merry court. He thought that people should know that the court was wealthy and gay. King Harry is only following in the footsteps of his wise father.’
‘His father was not a young fool under the thumb of his foreign wife!’ the old lady said spitefully.
Catalina’s eyes widened slightly and she put her hand on Harry’s sleeve to keep him silent. ‘I am his partner and his help-meet, as God has bidden me,’ she said gently. ‘As I am sure you would want me to be.’
The old lady grunted. ‘I hear you claim to be more than that,’ she began.
The two young people waited. Catalina could feel Harry shift restlessly under the gentle pressure of her hand.
‘I hear that your father is to recall his ambassador. Am I right?’ She glared at them both. ‘Presumably he does not need an ambassador now. The King of England’s own wife is in the pay and train of Spain. The King of England’s own wife is to be the Spanish ambassador. How can that be?’
‘My lady grandmother…’ Harry burst out; but Catalina was sweetly calm.
‘I am a princess of Spain, of course I would represent the country of my birth to my country by marriage. I am proud to be able to do such a thing. Of course I will tell my father that his beloved son, my husband, is well, that our kingdom is prosperous. Of course I will tell my husband that my loving father wants to support him in war and peace.’
‘When we go to war…’ Harry began.
‘War?’ the old lady demanded, her face darkening. ‘Why should we go to war? We have no quarrel with France. It is only her father who wants war with France, no-one else. Tell me that not even you will be such a fool as to take us into war to fight for the Spanish! What are you now? Their errand boy? Their vassal?’
‘The King of France is a danger to us all!’ Harry stormed. ‘And the glory of England has always been…’
‘I am sure My Lady the King’s Grandmother did not mean to disagree with you, sire,’ Catalina said sweetly. ‘These are changing times. We cannot expect older people always to understand when things change so quickly.’
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