The Fifth Queen Crowned. Ford Ford Madox

numbly. 'Your son disturbed my reading. But I did not come to look, because I would not.'

      With one arm round the boy's little waist as he sat on high, and one hand on the little feet, the King looked at his daughter in a sudden hot rage; for to speak contemptuously of his son was a thing that filled him with anger and surprise. He opened his mouth to shout. Katharine Howard was gently turning a brass sphere with the constellations upon it that stood upon the table. She moved her fair face round towards the King and set her finger upon her lips. He shrugged his shoulders, prince and all moving up together, and his face took on the expression, half abashed and half resigned, of a man who is reminded by his womankind that he is near to a passionate folly.

      Katharine by that time had schooled him how to act when Mary was in that humour, and he let out no word.

      'I do not like that this Prince should play in my room,' the Lady Mary pursued him relentlessly, and he was so well lessoned that he answered only —

      'Ye must fight that cock with Kat. It is Kat that sends him, not I.'

      Nevertheless he was too masterful a man to keep his silence altogether; he was, besides, so content upon the whole that he was sure he could hold his temper in check, and the better to take breath for a long speech, he took the little boy from his shoulder and planted his feet abroad on the carpet.

      'See now, Moll,' he said, 'make friends!' and he stretched out a large hand. She shrugged her shoulders half invisibly.

      'I will kneel down to the King of this country and to the Supreme Head of the Church as it is here set up by law. What more would you have of me?'

      'See now, Moll!' he said.

      He fingered the medal upon his chest and cast about for words.

      'Let us have peace in this realm,' he said. 'We are very near it.'

      She raised her eyelids with a tiny contempt.

      'It hangs much around you,' he went on. 'Listen! I will tell ye the whole matter.'

      Slowly and sagaciously he disentangled all his coil of policies. His letter to the Holy Father was all drafted and ready to be put into fine words. But, before he sent it, he must be sure of peace abroad. It was like this —

      'Ye know,' he said, 'though great wrangles have been in the past betwixt him and thee and mine own self, how my heart has ever been well inclined to my nephew, thy cousin the Emperor. There are in Christendom now only he and France that are anyways strong to stand against me or to invade me. But France I ha' never loved, and him much.'

      'Ye are grown gentle then,' Mary said, 'and forgiving in your old age, for ye know I ha' plotted against you with my cousin and my cousin with me.'

      'It is a very ancient tale,' the King said. 'Forget it, as do I and he.'

      'Why, you live in the sun where the dial face moves. I in the shadow where Time stays still. To me it is every day a new tale,' the Lady Mary answered.

      His face took on an expression of patience and resignation that angered her, for she knew that when her father looked so it was always very difficult to move him.

      'Why, all the world forgets,' he said.

      'Save only I,' she answered. 'I had only one parent – a mother. She is dead: she was done to death.'

      'I have pardoned your cousin that he plotted against me,' he stuck to his tale, 'and he me what I did against your mother.'

      'Well, he was ever a popinjay,' the Lady Mary said.

      'Lately,' Henry continued, 'as ye wiz he had grown very thick with Francis of France. He went across the French country into the Netherlands, so strict was their alliance. It is more than I would do to trust myself to France's word. All Holland marvelled.'

      'What is this to me?' the Lady Mary said. 'Will you send me across France to the Netherlands?'

      He left her gibe alone.

      'But in these latter months,' he said, 'Kat and I ha' weakened with true messages and loyal conceits this unholy alliance.'

      'Why, I ha' heard,' Mary said, 'ye did send the Duke of Norfolk to tell the King o' France that my cousin had said in private that he was the greater King of the twain. These be princely princes!'

      'An unholy alliance it was,' Henry went on his way, 'for the Emperor is a very good Christian and a loyal son of the Church. But Francis worships the devil – I have heard it said and I believe it – or, at least, he believes not in God and our Saviour; and he pays allegiance to the Church only when it serves his turn, now holding on, now letting go. I am glad this alliance is dissolving.'

      'Why, I am glad to hear you speak like this,' Mary said bitterly. 'You are a goodly son to Mother Church.'

      The King took her scorn with a shrug of the shoulders.

      'I am glad this alliance is dissolved or dissolving,' he said, 'for when it is fully dissolved I will make my peace with Rome. And I long for that day, for I am weary of errors.'