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Henry VIII And His Court A Historical Novel
by Louise Muhlbach
TRANSLATED FROM GERMAN, BY Rev. H. N. PIERCE, D. D.
CONTENTS.
I. Choosing a Confessor II. The Queen and her Friend III. King Henry the Eighth IV. King by the Wrath of God V. The Rivals VI. The Intercession VII. Henry the Eighth and his Wives VIII. Father and Daughter IX. Lendemain X. The King's Fool XI. The Ride XII. The Declaration XIII. "Le Roi s'ennuit" XIV. The Queen's Friend XV. John Heywood XVI. The Confidant XVII. Gammer Gurton's Needle XVIII. Lady Jane XIX. Loyola's General XX. The Prisoner XXI. Princess Elizabeth XXII. Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey XXIII. Brother and Sister XIV. The Queen's Toilet
CHAPTER I.
CHOOSING A CONFESSOR.
It was in the year 1543. King Henry the Eighth of England that day once more pronounced himself the happiest and most enviable man in his kingdom, for to-day he was once more a bridegroom, and Catharine Parr, the youthful widow of Baron Latimer, had the perilous happiness of being selected as the king's sixth consort.
Merrily chimed the bells of all the steeples of London, announcing to the people the commencement of that holy ceremony which sacredly bound Catharine Parr to the king as his sixth wife. The people, ever fond of novelty and show, crowded through the streets toward the royal palace to catch a sight of Catharine, when she appeared at her husband's side upon the balcony, to show herself to the English people as their queen, and to receive their homage in return.
Surely it was a proud and lofty success for the widow of a petty baron to become the lawful wife of the King of England, and to wear upon her brow a royal crown! But yet Catharine Parr's heart was moved with a strange fear, her cheeks were pale and cold, and before the altar her closely compressed lips scarcely had the power to part, and pronounce the binding "I will."
At last the sacred ceremony was completed. The two spiritual dignitaries, Gardiner, bishop of Winchester, and Cranmer, archbishop of Canterbury, then, in accordance with court etiquette, led the young bride into her apartments, in order to bless them, and once more to pray with her, before the worldly festivities should begin.
Catharine, however, pale and agitated, had yet sustained her part in the various ceremonies of the day with a true queenly bearing and dignity; and, as now with head proudly erect and firm step, she walked with a bishop at either side through the splendid apartments, no one suspected how heavy a burden weighed upon her heart, and what baleful voices were whispering in her breast.
Followed by her new court, she had traversed with her companions the state apartments, and now reached the inner rooms. Here, according to the etiquette of the time, she must dismiss her court, and only the two bishops and her ladies of honor were permitted to accompany the queen into the drawing-room. But farther than this chamber even the bishops themselves might not follow her. The king himself had written down the order for the day, and he who swerved from this order in the most insignificant point would have been proclaimed guilty of high treason, and perhaps have been led out to death.
Catharine, therefore, turned with a languid smile to the two high ecclesiastics, and requested them to await here her summons. Then beckoning to her ladies of honor, she withdrew into her boudoir.
