“No, Your Grace.”
The King’s mood altered suddenly. “Now listen. I am asking you to come down from the seat of judgment. I am assured by learned men that I am not truly married to the Lady Katharine. I need the help of men such as you. You could write a treatise for me; you could explain the need of my severance from the Lady Katharine and my remarriage. I command you to do this. You are a man whom people respect; your word would carry much weight.” He laid a hand on Reginald’s shoulder affectionately. “Come now, Reginald, my dear cousin. Do this for love of me.”
“Sire, on any other matter I would serve you with all my heart, but…”
“But!” Henry shrieked, pushing Reginald from him. “It would seem you forget to whom you speak.”
“I forget not,” answered Reginald. “But I crave Your Grace to excuse me in this matter.”
Henry’s hand flew to his dagger. “Do you not know that it is high treason to disobey the King?”
Reginald was silent.
“Do you?” cried the King. “By God, if you do not I shall find means to teach you.” He called for a page, and when the young man appeared he shouted: “Send Lord Montague to me without delay.”
The page departed and in a few moments Reginald’s brother came hurrying into the gallery.
Henry shook his fist at Montague. “By God,” he cried, “I’ll have every member of your family clapped into the Tower. I’ll brook no more insolence from you.”
Montague stammered: “Your Grace, pray tell me what any member of my family has done to displease you.”
Henry pointed at Reginald. “This brother of yours should be kept in better order. He dares to come here and meddle in my affairs. I’d have you know, Montague, that I have a way with meddlers.”
“Yes, Your Grace; on behalf of my family I offer my deepest regrets.…”
“Take him away,” shouted Henry, “before I lose my patience, before I order him to be sent to the Tower.”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
They bowed and left the irate Henry glaring after them, thinking: By God, ’twere better if Master Reginald had never come back to England.
When they were alone Montague turned indignantly to his brother.
“You…fool!” he cried.
“I will say to you, brother, what I have said to the King. Is it foolish to adhere to what one believes to be the truth?”
“Indeed you are a fool, having been at Court, to ask such a question. A man is a fool who attempts to wrestle with kings. I thought he would commit you to the Tower without delay.”
“I believe he was contemplating the effect it would have on certain of his subjects if he did.”
“You are calm enough. Do you seek a martyr’s crown?”
“I hope never to perjure my soul for the sake of my head,” said Reginald quietly.
He left his brother, who was filled with apprehension. Reginald was thinking of the King’s suggestion that he should write a treatise. He would; but it would not put forward the reasons why the King should separate from Katharine; instead it would show why the marriage was a true one.
WHEN HE WAS LEFT alone Henry’s anger abated a little. He began to think of the earnest young man whom he had threatened. He liked Reginald. He had always admired him; he knew him to be learned and pious; and now he had proved himself to be no coward.
Why could such men not see the truth about this marriage? Why did all the men he most respected set themselves against him?
He had tried to win the approval of Chancellor More but he could not do so. More was a clever lawyer and knew how to back out of any discourse that grew uncomfortable for him. What Henry most wanted was for Thomas More to work with him in all matters, and especially that of the divorce. He wanted Reginald Pole to do the same.
Brooding on these matters he sent once more for Reginald and his brother Montague, and when they stood before him he smiled at them in a friendly fashion.
“It is not meet,” he said, “for kinsmen to quarrel.”
“Sire, you are indeed gracious,” said Montague.
Reginald did not speak, and Henry went on: “I am overwrought. These are troublous times. It may be that I appeared more angry towards you two than I felt.”
“We rejoice to hear it,” said Montague, and Reginald echoed those words.
“Come,” said Henry, stepping between them and slipping an arm through one of each, “we are kinsmen and friends. Reginald here has his own ideas as to what is right and what is wrong. I will not say that he is alone in this, although many learned men would not agree with him—nor can I, much as I should long to. Remember this: I have to answer to my conscience. Oh, I respect those who have views and do not hide them and are not afraid to say ‘This I think,’ or ‘With that I disagree.’ I take all that has been said in good part.”
“Thank you, Your Grace,” said Reginald with real emotion in his voice.
Henry’s tones softened and he turned almost pleadingly to Reginald. “Why, if you could bring yourself to approve of my divorce, no one would be dearer to me than you.”
Montague was looking appealingly at his brother; but Reginald remained silent.
Henry released their arms and patted both brothers in a gesture of dismissal.
“Forget it not,” he said.
DURING THE WARM JUNE weather the Court rode from Greenwich to Windsor. The Queen was in the party with her daughter and Maria de Salinas; and the King rode gaily with the Lady Anne. In the party Cranmer and Cromwell also rode.
There was a new confidence about the Lady, as there was about the King. All noticed this except the Queen and her daughter, for the former believed firmly that nothing could be settled without the sanction of the Pope, and the latter fitted her mood to that of her mother.
There were grave rumors everywhere and the whole Court was expecting that the King’s patience would not last much longer.
Henry brooded as he rode. Why should I endure this continual frustration? he asked himself. He looked at the glowing face of Anne beside him and he longed to be able to soothe his troublesome conscience by telling the world that she was not his mistress but his wife.
But events were moving fast. Cranmer had now obtained the opinions of the universities of Europe regarding the divorce, and had discovered several who believed it was expedient. Henry had made up his mind that when they reached Windsor he would ask the Queen to allow the matter to be judged in an English court.
Once that took place he would have the desired result in a matter of days. Who in England would dare to go against him? He could count the dissenters on the fingers of one hand. More, Fisher, Reginald Pole. There were others, more obscure men whom he did not consider to be of much importance. It was different in the case of those three. The public looked to them for guidance.
A plague on them! he thought. Why must they put obstacles in my path?
As they came to Windsor, the King looked with pleasure at the forest. There would be good hunting, and there was little he liked better than a day in the open; then to return to good feasting and masking, and later to retire between the sheets with the right bedfellow.
She had succumbed at last and he wondered what he would do were she to become pregnant. Then, by God, he told himself, I would make them act.
Oddly enough she did not. But he would not spoil his pleasure by brooding on that. When they could be free in their love, when she could dispense with her fretful questions as to how much longer he would allow the delay; when he could take her with a good conscience…ah, then their union would be blessed with healthy boys.
They entered the castle, and the Queen retired with her little court and the King retired with his.