Virgin Earth - Philippa Gregory 19 стр.


For all of the long spring months, Parliament had met on Straffords case and heard that he had recommended bringing in an army of Irish Papist troops to reduce this kingdom. If the king had interrupted the trial to insist that Strafford was referring to the kingdom of Scotland he might have saved him then from the executioner. But he did not. The king stayed silent in the little anteroom where he sat and listened to the trial. He did not insist. He offered, rather feebly, to never take Straffords advice again as long as the old man lived if they would but spare his life. The Houses of Parliament said they could not spare his life. The king struggled with his conscience for a short, painful time, and then signed the warrant for Straffords execution.

He sent little Prince Charles to ask them for mercy, Hester said in blank astonishment to John as she came back from Lambeth in May with a wagon full of shopping and a head full of news. That poor little boy, only ten years old, and the king sent him down to Westminster to go before the whole Parliament and plead for the Earls life. And then they refused him! What a thing to do to a child! Hes going to think all his life that it was his fault that the Earl went to his death!

Whereas it is the kings, John said simply. He could have denied that Strafford had ever advised him. He could have borne witness for him. He could have taken the decision on his own shoulders. But he let Strafford take the blame for him. And now he will let Strafford die for him.

Hes to be executed on Tuesday, Hester said. The market women are closing their stalls for the day and going up to Tower Hill to see his head taken off. And the apprentices are taking a free day, an extra May Day.

John shook his head. So much for the kings loyalty. These are bad days for his servants. Whats the word on Archbishop Laud?

Still in the Tower, Hester said. She rose to her feet and took hold of the side of the wagon to clamber down but John reached out his arms and lifted her down. She hesitated for a moment at the strangeness of his touch. It was nearly an embrace, his hands on her waist, their heads close together. Then he released her and moved to the back of the wagon.

Youve bought enough for a siege! he exclaimed, and then, as his own words sunk in, he turned to her. Why have you bought so much?

I dont want to go into market for a week or so, she said. And I wont send the maids either.

Why not?

She made a little helpless gesture. He thought he had never before seen her anything other than certain and definite in her movements. Its strange in town, she began. I cant describe it. Uneasy. Like a sky before a storm. People talk on corners and break off when I walk by. Everyone looks at everyone else as if they would read their hearts. No one knows who is a friend and who is not. The king and Parliament are splitting this country down the middle like a popped pod of peas and all of us peas are spilling out and rolling around and not knowing what to do.

John looked at his wife, trying to understand, for the first time in their married life, what she might be feeling. Then he suddenly realized what it was. You look afraid.

She turned away to the edge of the wagon as if it were something to be ashamed of. Someone threw a stone at me, she said, her voice very low.

What?

Someone threw a stone as I was leaving the market. It hit me in the back.

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What?

Someone threw a stone as I was leaving the market. It hit me in the back.

John was dumbfounded. You were stoned? In Lambeth?

She shook her head. A glancing blow. It was not thrown to hurt me. I think it was an insult, a warning.

But why should anyone at Lambeth market insult you? Or warn you?

She shrugged. Youre well known as the kings gardener, the kings man, and your father before you. And these people dont inquire where your heart lies, what you think in private. They think of us as the kings servants, and the king is not well regarded in Lambeth and the City.

Johns mind was whirling. Did it hurt you? Are you hurt?

She started to say No, but she stumbled over the word and John, without thinking, caught her into his arms and let her cry against his shoulder as the torrent of words spilled out.

She was afraid, very afraid, and she had been afraid every market day since Parliament had been recalled and the king had come home defeated from the war with the Scots. The women would not always serve her, they overcharged her and leaned on the scales when they were weighing out flour. And the apprentice boys ran after her and called out names, and when the stone had struck her back she had thought it would be the first of a hail of stones which would hit her and knock her from the box of the wagon and beat her down in the street.

Hester! Hester! John held her as the storm of crying swept over her. My dear, my dear, my little wife!

She broke off from crying at once. What did you call me?

He had not been aware of it himself.

You called me little wife, and your dear- she said. She rubbed her eyes, but kept her other hand firmly on his collar. You called me dear, youve never called me that before.

The old closed look came down on his face. I was upset for you, he said, as if it was a sin to call his own wife an endearment. For a moment I forgot.

You forgot that you had been married before. You treated me like a wife you are fond of, she said.

He nodded.

I am glad, she said softly. I should like you to be fond of me.

He disengaged himself very gently. I should not forget I was married before, he said firmly, and went into the house. Hester stood beside the cart, watching the kitchen door closing behind him, and found she had no more tears left to cry but only loneliness and disappointment and dry eyes.

Summer 1641

Hester did not go to market again all summer. And she had been right to fear the mood of the village of Lambeth. The apprentice boys all ran wild one night and the fever was caught by the market women and by the serious chapel goers, who made a determined mixed mob and marched through the streets shouting, No popery! No bishops! Some of the loudest and most daring shouted, No king! They threw a few burning brands over the high walls of the empty archbishops palace, and made a halfhearted attempt at the gates, and then they broke the windows down Lambeth High Street at every house that did not show a light at the window for Parliament. They did not march down the road as far as the Ark and John thanked God for the luck of the Tradescants, which had once again placed them on the very edge of great events and danger and yet spared them by a hairsbreadth.

After that, John sent the gardeners lad and the stable lad together to market and though they often muddled the order and stopped for an ale at the taverns, at least it meant that any muttering about the kings gardener was not directed at Hester.

John had to go to Oatlands and before he went he ordered wooden shutters to be made for all the windows of the house, especially the great windows of Venetian glass in the rarities room. He hired an extra lad to wake at nights and watch out down the South Lambeth road in case the mob came that way, and he and Hester went out one night in the darkness with shaded lanterns to clear out the old ice house, and put a heavy bolt on the thick wooden doors to make a hiding place for the most valuable of the rarities.

If they come against us you will have to take the children and leave the house, he ordered.

She shook her head and he found himself admiring her cool nerve. We have a couple of muskets, she said. I wont have my house overrun by a band of idle apprentice lads.

You must not take risks, he warned her.

She gave him a tight, determined smile. Everything is a risk in these days, she said. I will see that we come safe through it all.

I have to leave you, John said anxiously. I am summoned to Oatlands. Their Majesties will visit next week and I have to see the gardens are at their best.

She nodded. I know you have to go. I shall keep everything safe here.

John was at Oatlands ready for the full court, but the queen came alone. The king and half the court were missing, and the rumor was that he had gone north to negotiate with the Scots himself.

He is in Edinburgh and all will be mended, the queen said with her complacent smile when she came upon John deadheading the roses. She was concealing her boredom as best as she could. She was accompanied only by a few ladies, the old flirtatious, artistic, idle entourage was broken up. The more adventurous and more ambitious men were riding with the king. There was the smell of opportunity and advancement in the court of a king at war, and the young men had been sick of peace and a court devoted to marital love for so long. It will all be resolved, the queen promised. Once they meet him again he will charm them into seeing that they were wrong to march against him.

John nodded. I hope so, Your Majesty.

She came close to him and lowered her voice. We will not go to London again until it is all agreed, she confided. Not even to my little manor at Wimbledon. We shall go nowhere near to Westminster. After the death of my Lord Strafford- She broke off. They said they would try me after the Earl! Try me for treasonous advice!

John had to resist the temptation to take one of her little white hands. She looked genuinely afraid.

He should have stood against them, she whispered. My husband should not have let them take Strafford, nor Laud. If he lets them pick us off one after another we will all be lost. And then he will be left all alone and they will have tasted blood. He should have stood against them for William Laud, he should have stood against them for Strafford. How can I be sure he will stand for me?

Your Majesty, matters cannot go so far, John said soothingly. As you say yourself, the king will come home and it will all be resolved.

She brightened at once. He can scatter a few baronies around the Houses of Parliament, and places at court, she said. These are all lowly men, commoners up from the provinces. They have neither learning nor breeding. They will forget their folly if the price is high enough.

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