Windsor Castle by William Harrison Ainsworth
BOOK IV — CARDINAL WOLSEY
CHAPTER X
Of the Brief Advantage gained by the Queen and the Cardinal.
As the king, wholly unattended—for he had left the
archers at the Curfew Tower—was passing at the back of Saint George's
Chapel, near the north transept, he paused for a moment to look at the
embattled entrance to the New Commons—a structure erected in the
eleventh year of his own reign by James Denton, a canon, and afterwards Dean
of Lichfield, for the accommodation of such chantry priests and choristers as
had no place in the college. Over the doorway, surmounted by a niche, ran
(and still runs) the inscription—
"Aedes pro Sacellanorum Choristarum Coviviis
Extructa, A.D. 1519."
The building has since been converted into one of the canons' houses.
While he was contemplating this beautiful gateway, which was glimmering in
the bright moonlight, a tall figure suddenly darted from behind one of the
buttresses of the chapel, and seized his left arm with an iron grasp. The
suddenness of the attack took him by surprise; but he instantly recovered
himself, plucked away his arm, and, drawing his sword, made a pass at his
assailant, who, however, avoided the thrust, and darted with inconceivable
swiftness through the archway leading to the cloisters. Though Henry followed
as quickly as he could, he lost sight of the fugitive, but just as he was
about to enter the passage running between the tomb-house and the chapel, he
perceived a person in the south ambulatory evidently anxious to conceal
himself, and, rushing up to him and dragging him to the light he found it was
no other than the cardinal's jester, Patch.
"What does thou here, knave?" cried Henry angrily.
"I am waiting for my master, the cardinal," replied the jester, terrified
out of his wits.
"Waiting for him here! "cried the king. " Where is he?"
"In that house," replied Patch, pointing to a beautiful bay-window, full
of stained glass, overhanging the exquisite arches of the north
ambulatory.
"Why, that is Doctor Sampson's dwelling," cried Henry; "he who was
chaplain to the queen, and is a strong opponent of the divorce.What doth he
there?"
"I am sure I know not," replied Patch, whose terror increased each moment.
"Perhaps I have mistaken the house. Indeed, I am sure it must be Doctor
Voysey's, the next door."
"Thou liest, knave! " cried Henry fiercely; "thy manner convinces me there
is some treasonable practice going forward. But I will soon find it out.
Attempt to give the alarm, and I will cut thy throat."
With this he proceeded to the back of the north ambulatory, and finding
the door he sought unfastened, raised the latch and walked softly in. But
before he got half-way down the passage, Doctor Sampson himself issued from
an inner room with a lamp in his hand. He started on seeing the king, and
exhibited great alarm.
"The Cardinal of York is here—I know it," said Henry in a deep
whisper. "Lead me to him."
"Oh, go not forward, my gracious liege!" cried Sampson, placing himself in
his path.
"Wherefore not?" rejoined the king. "Ha! what voice is that I heard in the
upper chamber? Is she here, and with Wolsey? Out of my way, man," he added,
pushing the canon aside, and rushing up the short wooden staircase.
When Wolsey returned from his interview with the king, which had been so
unluckily interrupted by Anne Boleyn, he found his ante-chamber beset with a
crowd of suitors to whose solicitations he was compelled to listen, and
having been detained in this manner for nearly half an hour, he at length
retired into an inner room.
"Vile sycophants!" he muttered, "they bow the knee before me, and pay me
greater homage than they render the king, but though they have fed upon my
bounty and risen by my help, not one of them, if he was aware of my true
position, but would desert me. Not one of them but would lend a helping hand
to crush me. Not one but would rejoice in my downfall. But they have not
deceived me. I knew them from the first— saw through their hollowness
and despised them. While power lasts to me, I will punish some of them. While
power lasts!" he repeated. "Have I any power remaining? I have already given
up Hampton and my treasures to the king; and the work of spoliation once
commenced, the royal plunderer will not be content till he has robbed me of
all; while his minion, Anne Boleyn, has vowed my destruction. Well, I will
not yield tamely, nor fall unavenged."
As these thoughts passed through his mind, Patch, who had waited for a
favourable moment to approach him, delivered him a small billet carefully
sealed, and fastened with a silken thread. Wolsey took it, and broke it open;
and as his eye eagerly scanned its contents, the expression of his
countenance totally changed. A flash of joy and triumph irradiated his fallen
features; and thrusting the note into the folds of his robe, he inquired of
the jester by whom it had been brought, and how long.
"It was brought by a messenger from Doctor Sampson," replied Patch, "and
was committed to me with special injunctions to deliver it to your grace
immediately on your return, and secretly."
The cardinal sat down, and for a few moments appeared lost in deep
reflection; he then arose, and telling Patch he should return presently,
quitted the chamber. But the jester, who was of an inquisitive turn, and did
not like to be confined to half a secret, determined to follow him, and
accordingly tracked him along the great corridor, down a winding staircase,
through a private door near the Norman Gateway, across the middle ward, and
finally saw him enter Doctor Sampson's dwelling, at the back of the north
ambulatory. He was reconnoitring the windows of the house from the opposite
side of the cloisters in the hope of discovering something, when he was
caught, as before mentioned, by the king.
Wolsey, meanwhile, was received by Doctor Sampson at the doorway of his
dwelling, and ushered by him into a chamber on the upper floor, wainscoted
with curiously carved and lustrously black oak. A silver lamp was burning the
on the table, and in the recess of the window, which was screened by thick
curtains, sat a majestic lady, who rose on the cardinal's entrance. It was
Catherine of Arragon.
"I attend your pleasure, madam," said Wolsey, with a profound
inclination.
"You have been long in answering my summons," said the queen; "but I could
not expect greater promptitude. Time was when a summons from Catherine of
Arragon would have been quickly and cheerfully attended to; when the proudest
noble in the land would have borne her message to you, and when you would
have passed through crowds to her audience-chamber. Now another holds her
place, and she is obliged secretly to enter the castle where she once ruled,
to despatch a valet to her enemy, to attend his pleasure, and to receive him
in the dwelling of an humble canon. Times are changed with me, Wolsey—
sadly changed."
"I have been in attendance on the king, madam, or I should have been with
you sooner," replied Wolsey. "It grieves me sorely to see you here."
"I want not your pity," replied the queen proudly. "I did not send for you
to gratify your malice by exposing my abject state. I did not send for you to
insult me by false sympathy; but in the hope that your own interest would
induce you to redress the wrongs you have done me."
"Alas! madam, I fear it is now too late to repair the error I have
committed," said Wolsey, in a tone of affected penitence and sorrow.
"You admit, then, that it was an error," cried Catherine. "Well, that is
something. Oh! that you had paused before you began this evil work—
before you had raised a storm which will destroy me and yourself. Your
quarrel with my nephew the Emperor Charles has cost me dear, but it will cost
you yet more dearly."
"I deserve all your reproaches, madam," said Wolsey, with feigned
meekness; "and I will bear them without a murmur. But you have sent for me
for some specific object, I presume?"
"I sent for you to give me aid, as much for your own sake as mine,"
replied the queen, "for you are in equal danger. Prevent this divorce—
foil Anne—and you retain the king's favour. Our interests are so far
leagued together, that you must serve me to serve yourself. My object is to
gain time to enable my friends to act. Your colleague is secretly favourable
to me. Pronounce no sentence here, but let the cause be removed to Rome. My
nephew the emperor will prevail upon the Pope to decide in my favour."
"I dare not thus brave the king's displeasure, madam;" replied Wolsey.
"Dissembler!" exclaimed Catherine. "I now perceive the insincerity of your
professions. This much I have said to try you. And now to my real motive for
sending for you. I have in my possession certain letters, that will ruin Anne
Boleyn with the king."
"Ha!" exclaimed the cardinal joyfully; "if that be the case, all the rest
will be easy. Let me see the letters, I pray you, madam."
Before Catherine could reply, the door was thrown violently open, and the
king stood before them.
"Soh!" roared Henry, casting a terrible look at Wolsey, "I have caught you
at your treasonable practices at last! And you, madam," he added, turning to
Catherine, who meekly, but steadily, returned his gaze, "what brings you here
again? Because I pardoned your indiscretion yesterday, think not I shall
always be so lenient. You will leave the castle instantly. As to Wolsey, he
shall render me a strict account of his conduct."
"I have nothing to declare, my liege," replied Wolsey, recovering himself,
"I leave it to the queen to explain why I came hither."
"The explanation shall be given at once," said Catherine. "I sent for the
cardinal to request him to lay before your majesty these two letters from
Anne Boleyn to Sir Thomas Wyat, that you might judge whether one who could
write thus would make you a fitting consort. You disbelieved my charge of
levity yesterday. Read these, sire, and judge whether I spoke the truth."
Henry glanced at the letters, and his brow grew dark.
"What say you to them, my liege?" cried Catherine, with a glance of
triumph. "In the one she vows eternal constancy to Sir Thomas Wyat, and in
the other—written after her engagement to you—he tells him that
though they can never meet as heretofore, she will always love him."
"Ten thousand furies!" cried the king. "Where got you these letters,
madam?"
"They were given to me by a tall dark man, as I quitted the castle last
night," said the queen. "He said they were taken from the person of Sir
Thomas Wyat while he lay concealed in the forest in the cave of Herne the
Hunter."
"If I thought she wrote them," cried Henry, in an access jealous fury, "I
would cast her off for ever."
"Methinks your majesty should be able to judge whether they are true or
false," said Catherine. "I know her writing well—too well,
alas!—and am satisfied they are genuine."
"I am well assured that Wyat was concealed in the Lady Anne's chamber when
your majesty demanded admittance and could not obtain it—when the Earl
of Surrey sacrificed himself for her, and for his friend," said Wolsey.
"Perdition!" exclaimed the king, striking his brow with his clenched hand.
"Oh, Catherine!" he continued, after a pause, during which she intently
watched the workings of his countenance, "and it was for this light-hearted
creature I was about to cast you off."
"I forgive you, sire—I forgive you!" exclaimed the queen, clasping
his hands, and bedewing them with grateful tears. "You have been deceived.
Heaven keep you in the same mind!"
"You have preserved me," said Henry, " but you must not tarry here. Come
with me to the royal lodgings."
"No, Henry," replied Catherine, with a shudder, "not while she is
there."
"Make no conditions, madam," whispered Wolsey. "Go."
"She shall be removed to-morrow," said Henry.
"In that case I am content to smother my feelings," said the queen.
"Come, then, Kate," said Henry, taking her hand. "Lord cardinal, you will
attend us."
"Right gladly, my liege," replied Wolsey. "If this mood will only endure,"
he muttered, "all will go well. But his jealousy must not be allowed to cool.
Would that Wyat were here!"
Doctor Sampson could scarcely credit his senses as he beheld the august
pair come forth together, and a word from Wolsey explaining what had
occurred, threw him into transports of delight. But the surprise of the good
canon was nothing to that exhibited as Henry and Catherine entered the royal
lodgings, and the king ordered his own apartments to be instantly prepared
for her majesty's reception.