Delphi Works of Ford Madox Ford (Illustrated) (252 page)

‘Well, I will kill the Queen,’ he said. ‘How may I do it without my knife?’

‘Get you gone!’ she said again. ‘I will direct you to the Queen.’

He passed the back of his left hand wearily over his brow.

‘Well, I have found thee, Kat!’ he said.

She answered: ‘Aye!’ and her fingers twined round his on the hilt of the dagger, so that his were loosening.

Then the old Lady Rochford screamed out —

‘Ha! God’s mercy! Guards, swords, come!’ The furious blood came into Culpepper’s face at the sound. His hand he tore from Katharine’s, and with the dagger raised on high he ran back from her and then forward towards the Lady Rochford. With an old trick of fence, that she had learned when she was a child, Katharine Howard set out her foot before him, and, with the speed of his momentum, he pitched over forward. He fell upon his face so that his forehead was upon the Lady Rochford’s right foot. His dagger he still grasped, but he lay prone with the drink and the fever.

‘Now, by God in His mercy,’ Katharine said to her, ‘as I am the Queen I charge you — —’

‘Take his knife and stab him to the heart!’ the Lady Rochford cried out. ‘This will slay us two.’

‘I charge you that you listen to me,’ the Queen said, ‘or, by God, I will have you in chains!’

‘I will call your many,’ the Lady Rochford cried out, for terror had stopped up the way from her ears to her brain, and she made towards the door. But Katharine set her hand to the old woman’s shoulder.

‘Call no man,’ she commanded. ‘This is a device of mine enemies to have men see this of me.’

‘I will not stay here to be slain,’ the old woman said.

‘Then mine own self will slay you,’ the Queen answered. Culpepper moved in his stupor. ‘Before Heaven,’ the Queen said, ‘stay you there, and he shall not again stand up.’

‘I will go call — —’ the old woman besought her, and again Culpepper moved. The Queen stood right up against her; her breast heaved, her face was rigid. Suddenly she turned and ran to the door. That key she wrenched round and out, and then to the other door beside it, and that key too she wrenched round and out.

‘I will not stay alone with my cousin,’ she said, ‘for that is what mine enemies would have. And this I vow, that if again you squeak I will have you tried as being an abettor of this treason.’ She went and knelt down at her cousin’s head; she moved his face round till it was upon her lap.

‘Poor Tom,’ she said; he opened his eyes and muttered stupid words.

She looked again at Lady Rochford.

‘All this is nothing,’ she said, ‘if you will hide in the shadow of the bed and keep still. I have seen my cousin a hundred times thus muddied with drink, and do not fear him. He shall not stand up till he is ready to go through the door; but I will not be alone with him and tend him.’

The Lady Rochford waddled and quaked like a jelly to the shadow of the bed curtains. She pulled back the curtain over the window, and, as if the contact with the world without would help her, threw back the casement. Below, in the black night, a row of torches shook and trembled, like little planets, in the distance.

Katharine Howard held her cousin’s head upon her knees. She had seen him thus a hundred times and had no fear of him. For thus in his cups, and fevered as he was with ague that he had had since a child, he was always amenable to her voice though all else in the world enraged him. So that, if she could keep the Lady Rochford still, she might well win him out through the door at which he came in.

And, first, when he moved to come to his knees, she whispered —

‘Lie down, lie down,’ and he set one elbow on to the carpet and lay over on his side, then on his back. She took his head again on to her lap, and with soft motions reached to take the dagger from his hand. He yielded it up and gazed upwards into her face.

‘Kat!’ he said, and she answered —

‘Aye!’

There came from very far the sound of a horn.

‘When you can stand,’ she said, ‘you must get you gone.’

‘I have sold farms to get you gowns,’ he answered.

‘And then we came to Court,’ she said, ‘to grow great.’

He passed his left hand once more over his eyes with a gesture of ineffable weariness, but his other arm that was extended, she knelt upon.

‘Now we are great,’ she said.

He muttered, ‘I wooed thee in an apple orchard. Let us go back to Lincolnshire.’

‘Why, we will talk of it in the morning,’ she said. ‘It is very late.’

Her brain throbbed with the pulsing blood. She was set to get him gone before the young Poins could call men to her door. It was maddeningly strange to think that none hitherto had come. Maybe Culpepper had struck him dead with his knife, or he lay without fainting. This black enigma, calling for haste that she dare not show, filled all the shadows of that shadowy room.

‘It is very late,’ she said, ‘you must get you gone. It was compacted between us that ever you would get you gone early.’

‘Aye, I would not have thee shamed,’ he said. He spoke upwards, slowly and luxuriously, his head so softly pillowed, his eyes gazing at the ceiling. He had never been so easy in two years past. ‘I remember that was the occasion of our pact. I did wooe thee in an apple orchard to the grunting of hogs.’

‘Get you gone,’ she said; ‘buy me a favour against the morning.’

‘Why,’ he said, ‘I am a very rich lord. I have lands in Kent now. I will buy thee such a gown ... such a gown.... The hogs grunted.... There is a song about it.... Let me go to buy thy gown. Aye, now, presently. I remember a great many things. As thus ... there is a song of a lady loved a swine. Honey, said she, and hunc, said he.’

Whilst she listened a great many thoughts came into her mind — of their youth at home, where indeed, to the grunting of hogs, he had wooed her when she came out from conning her Plautus with the Magister. And at the same time it troubled her to consider where the young Poins had bestowed himself. Maybe he was dead; maybe he lay in a faint.

‘It was in our pact,’ she said to Culpepper, ‘that you should get you gone ever when I would have it.’

‘Aye, sure, it was in our pact,’ he said.

He closed his eyes as if he would fall asleep, being very weary and come to his desired haven. Above his closed eyes Katharine threw the key of her antechamber on to the bed. She pointed with her hand to that door that the Lady Rochford should undo. If she could get her cousin through that door — and now he was in the mood — if she could but get him through there and out at the door beyond the Big Room into the corridor, before her guard came back....

But the Lady Rochford was leaning far out beyond the window-sill and did not see her gesture.

Culpepper muttered —

‘Ah; well; aye; even so — —’ And from the window came a scream that tore the air —

‘The King! the King!’

And immediately it was as if the life of a demon had possessed Culpepper in all his limbs.

‘Merciful God!’ the Queen cried out. ‘I am patient.’

Culpepper had writhed from her till he sat up, but she hollowed her hand around his throat. His head she forced back till she held it upon the floor, and whilst he writhed with his legs she knelt upon his chest with one knee. He screamed out words like: ‘Bawd,’ and ‘Ilcock,’ and ‘Hecate,’ and the Lady Rochford screamed —

‘The King comes! the King comes!’

Then Katharine said within herself —

‘Is it this to be a Queen?’

She set both her hands upon his neck and pressed down the whole weight of her frame, till the voice died in his throat. His body stirred beneath her knee, convulsively, so that it was as if she rode a horse. His eyes, as slowly he strangled, glared hideously at the ceiling, from which the carven face of a Queen looked down into them. At last he lay still, and Katharine Howard rose up.

She ran at the old woman —

‘God forgive me if I have killed my cousin,’ she said. ‘I am certain that now He will forgive me if I slay thee.’ And she had Culpepper’s dagger in her hand.

‘For,’ she said, ‘I stand for Christ His cause: I will not be undone by meddlers. Hold thy peace!’

The Lady Rochford opened her mouth to speak.

‘Hold thy peace!’ the Queen said again, and she lifted up the dagger. ‘Speak not. Do as I bid thee. Answer me when I ask. For this I swear as I am the Queen that, since I have the power to slay whom I will and none question it, I will slay thee if thou do not my bidding.’

The old woman trembled lamentably.

‘Where is the King come to?’ the Queen said.

‘Even to the great gate; he is out of sight,’ was her answer.

‘Come now,’ the Queen commanded. ‘Let us drag my cousin behind my table.’

‘Shall he be hidden there?’ the Lady Rochford cried out. ‘Let us cast him from the window.’

‘Hold your peace,’ the Queen cried out. ‘Speak you never one word more. But come!’

She took her cousin by the arm, the Lady Rochford took him by the other and they dragged him, inert and senseless, into the shadow of the Queen’s mirror table.

‘Pray God the King comes soon,’ the Queen said. She stood above her cousin and looked down upon him. A great pitifulness came into her face.

‘Loosen his shirt,’ she said. ‘Feel if his heart beats!’

The Lady Rochford had a face full of fear and repulsion.

‘Loosen his shirt. Feel if his heart beats,’ the Queen said. ‘And oh!’ she added, ‘woe shall fall upon thee if he be dead.’

She reflected a moment to think upon how long it should be ere the King came to her door. Then she raised her chair, and sat down at her mirror. For one minute she set her face into her hands; then she began to straighten herself, and with her hands behind her to tighten the laces of her dress.

‘For,’ she continued to Lady Rochford, ‘I do hold thee more guilty of his death than himself. He is but a drunkard in his cups, thou a palterer in sobriety.’

She set her cap upon her head and smoothed the hair beneath it. In all her movements there was a great swiftness and decision. She set the jewel in her cap, the pomander at her side, the chain around her neck, the jewel at her breast.

‘His heart beats,’ the Lady Rochford said, from her knees at Culpepper’s side.

‘Then thank the saints,’ Katharine answered, ‘and do up again his shirt.’

She hurried in her attiring, and uttered engrossed commands.

‘Kneel thou there by his side. If he stir or mutter before the King be in and the door closed, put thy hand across his mouth.’

‘But the King — —’ the Lady Rochford said. ‘And — —’

‘Merciful God!’ Katharine cried out again. ‘I am the Queen. Kneel there.’

The Lady Rochford trembled down upon her knees; she was in fear for her life by the axe if the King came in.

‘I thank God that the King is come,’ the Queen said. ‘If he had not, this man must have gone from hence in the sight of other men. So I will pardon thee for having cried out if now thou hold him silent till the King be in.’

There came from very near a blare of trumpets. Katharine rose up, and went again to gaze upon her cousin. The dagger she laid upon her table.

‘He may hold still yet,’ she said. ‘But I charge you that you muzzle him if he move or squeak.’