Windsor Castle by William Harrison Ainsworth
BOOK VI — JANE SEYMOUR
CHAPTER VIII
The Signal Gun.
Anne Boleyn's arraignment took place in the great hall of
the White Tower, on the 16th of May, before the Duke of Norfolk, who was
created lord high steward for the occasion, and twenty-six peers. The duke
had his seat under a canopy of state, and beneath him sat the Earl of Surrey
as deputy earl-marshal.
Notwithstanding an eloquent and impassioned defence, Anne was found
guilty; and having been required to lay aside her crown and the other
insignia of royalty, was condemned to be burned or beheaded at the king's
pleasure.
On the following day, she was summoned to the archiepiscopal palace at
Lambeth, whither she was privately conveyed; and her marriage with the king
was declared by Cranmer to be null and void, and to have always been so.
Death by the axe was the doom awarded to her by the king, and the day
appointed for the execution was Friday the 19th of May, at the hour of
noon.
Leaving the conduct of the fatal ceremony to the Duke of Suffolk, who had
orders to have a signal gun fired from the summit of the White Tower, which
was to be answered from various points, when all was over, Henry repaired to
Windsor Castle on the evening of Thursday. Before this, he had formally
offered his hand to Jane Seymour; and while the unfortunate queen was
languishing within the Tower, he was basking in the smiles of his new
mistress, and counting the hours till he. could make her his own. On the
Tuesday before the execution, Jane Seymour retired to her father's mansion,
Wolff Hall, in Wiltshire, where preparations were made for the marriage,
which it was arranged should take place there in private on the Saturday.
On arriving at the castle, Henry gave out that he should hunt on the
following morning in the great park, and retired to his closet. But he did
not long remain there, and putting on the garb of a yeoman of the guard,
descended by the narrow flight of steps (already mentioned as occupying the
same situation as the existing Hundred Steps) to the town, and proceeded to
the Garter, where he found several guests assembled, discussing the affairs
of the day, and Bryan Bowntance's strong ale at the same time. Amongst the
number were the Duke of Shoreditch, Paddington, Hector Cutbeard, and Kit Coo.
At the moment of the king's entrance, they were talking of the approaching
execution.
"Oh, the vanity of worldly greatness!" exclaimed Bryan, lifting up his
hands. "Only seven years ago, last Saint George's Day, this lovely queen
first entered the castle with the king, amid pomp and splendour and power,
and with a long life—apparently—of happiness before her. And now
she is condemned to die."
"But if she has played the king false she deserves her doom," replied
Shoreditch. "I would behead my own wife if she served me the same
trick—that is, if I could."
"You do right to say 'if you could,' "rejoined Paddington. "The beheading
of a wife is a royal privilege, and cannot be enjoyed by a subject."
"Many, I wonder how the king could prefer Mistress Jane Seymour, for my
part!" said Hector Cutbeard. "To my thinking she is not to be compared with
Queen Anne."
She has a lovely blue eye, and a figure as straight as an arrow," returned
Shoreditch. "How say you, master?" he added, turning to the king; "what think
you of Mistress Jane Seymour?"
"That she is passably fair, friend," replied Henry.
"But how as compared with the late—that is, the present queen, for,
poor soul! she has yet some hours to live," rejoined Shoreditch. "How, as
compared with her?"
"Why, I think Jane Seymour the more lovely, Undoubtedly," replied Henry.
"But I may be prejudiced."
"Not in the least, friend," said Cutbeard. "You but partake of your royal
master's humour. Jane Seymour is beautiful, no doubt, and so was Anne Boleyn.
Marry! we shall see many fair queens on the throne. The royal Henry has good
taste and good management. He sets his subjects a rare example, and shows
them how to get rid of troublesome wives. We shall all divorce or hang our
spouses when we get tired of them. I almost wish I was married myself, that I
might try the experiment-ha! ha !"
"Well, here's the king's health!" cried Shoreditch, "and wishing him as
many wives as he may desire. What say you, friend?" he added, turning to
Henry. "Will you not drink that toast?"
I"That will I," replied Henry; "but I fancy the king will be content for
the present with Mistress Jane Seymour."
"For the present, no doubt," said Hector Cutbeard; "but the time will
come—and ere long—when Jane will be as irksome to him as Anne is
now."
"Ah, God's death, knave! darest thou say so?" cried Henry furiously.
"Why, I have said nothing treasonable, I hope? "rejoined Cutbeard, turning
pale; "I only wish the king to be happy in his own way. And as he seems to
delight in change of wives, I pray that he may have it to his heart's
content."
"A fair explanation," replied Henry, laughing.
"Let me give a health, my masters!" cried a tall archer, whom no one had
hitherto noticed, rising in one corner of the room. "It is—The headsman
of Calais, and may he do his work featly tomorrow!"
"Hal ha! ha! a good toast! "cried Hector Cutbeard.
"Seize him who has proposed it!" cried the king, rising; "it is Herne the
Hunter!"
"I laugh at your threats here as elsewhere, Harry," cried Herne. "We shall
meet tomorrow."
And flinging the horn cup in the face of the man nearest him, he sprang
through an open window at the back, and disappeared.
Both Cutbeard and Shoreditch were much alarmed lest the freedom of their
expressions should be taken in umbrage by the king; but he calmed their fears
by bestowing a good humoured buffet on the cheek of the latter of them, and
quitting the hostel, returned to the castle by the same way he had left
it.
On the following morning, about ten o'clock, he rode into the great park,
attended by a numerous train. His demeanour was moody and stern, and a
general gloom pervaded the company. Keeping on the western side of the park,
the party crossed Cranbourne chase; but though they encountered several fine
herds of deer, the king gave no orders to uncouple the hounds.
At last they arrived at that part of the park where Sandpit Gate is now
situated, and pursuing a path bordered by noble trees, a fine buck was
suddenly unharboured, upon which Henry gave orders to the huntsmen and others
to follow him, adding that he. himself should proceed to Snow Hill, where
they would find him an hour hence.
All understood why the king wished to be alone, and for what purpose he
was about to repair to the eminence in question, and therefore, without a
word, the whole company started off in the chase.
Meanwhile, the king rode slowly through the woods, often pausing to listen
to the distant sounds of the hunters, and noticing the shadows on the
greensward as they grew shorter, and proclaimed the approach of noon. At
length he arrived at Snow Hill, and stationed himself beneath the trees on
its summit.
From this point a magnificent view of the castle, towering over its pomp
of woods, now covered with foliage of the most vivid green, was commanded.
The morning was bright and beautiful, the sky cloudless, and a gentle rain
had fallen over night, which had tempered the air and freshened the leaves
and the greensward. The birds were singing blithely in the trees, and at the
foot of the hill crouched a herd of deer. All was genial and delightful,
breathing of tenderness and peace, calculated to soften the most obdurate
heart.
The scene was not without its effect upon Henry; but a fierce tumult raged
within his breast. He fixed his eyes on the Round Tower, which was distinctly
visible, and from which he expected the signal, and then tried to peer into
the far horizon. But he could discern nothing. A cloud passed over the sun,
and cast a momentary gloom over the smiling landscape. At the same time
Henry's fancy was so powerfully excited, that he fancied he could behold the
terrible tragedy enacting at the. Tower.
"She is now issuing forth into the green in front of Saint Peter's
Chapel," said Henry to himself. "I can see her as distinctly as if I were
there. Ah, how. beautiful she looks! and how she moves all hearts to pity!
Suffolk, Richmond, Cromwell, and the Lord Mayor are there to meet her. She
takes leave of her weeping attendants—she mounts the steps of the
scaffold firmly—she looks round, and addresses the spectators. How
silent they are, and how clearly and musically her voice sounds! She blesses
me.—I hear It!—I feel it here! Now she disrobes herself, and
prepares for the fatal axe. It is wielded by the skilful executioner of
Calais, and he is now feeling its edge. Now she takes leave of her dames, and
bestows a parting gift on each. Again she kneels. and prays. She rises. The
fatal moment is at hand. Even now she retains her courage— she
approaches the block, and places her head upon it. The axe is
raised—ha!"
The exclamation was occasioned by a flash of fire from the battlements of
the Round Tower, followed by a volume of smoke, and in another second the
deep boom of a gun was heard.
At the very moment that the flash was seen, a wild figure, mounted on a
coal-black steed, galloped from out the wood, and dashed towards Henry, whose
horse reared and plunged as he passed.
"There spoke the knell of Anne Boleyn!" cried Herne, regarding Henry
sternly, and pointing to the Round Tower. "The bloody deed is done, and thou
art free to wed once more. Away to Wolff Hall, and bring thy new consort to
Windsor Castle!"
THE END