"Oh, I shall be back in Winchester before our son is born," Henry a.s.sured her, smiling at the happy thought. "But first I must go on a circuit up north. The security of the realm demands it."

Elizabeth moved closer to the table where he stood and for the first time looked down attentively at the place where his finger still rested. "Surely you do not mean that you will be going into- Yorks.h.i.+re?" she said aghast.

"Among other counties, yes," he said, carefully placing a book and an inkhorn so as to prevent the parchment from rolling back.

Elizabeth looked up at his clever, preoccupied face. "But, Henry, you dare not!" she said, almost in a whisper.

"Dare not?" he repeated, straightening himself.

His voice was so calm that she felt she ought to warn him. "You are so lately come from abroad...I mean, perhaps you do not realize how particularly Yorks.h.i.+re is the white-rose county. If you knew the pa.s.sionate love they have for us-for Richard-and now for me..." she blundered, in genuine anxiety.

But Henry was so self-sufficient and always seemed to know all that was needful. "It is certainly unfortunate that you cannot come with me, since I make no doubt most of the people love you," he said politely. "But you will be doing me a far greater service by conserving your strength in Winchester."

He was not the kind of man whom women touched uninvited, but Elizabeth raised impulsive hands to his shoulders. Was he not her husband-the father of her unborn child-and courting very real danger? "Let me come, Henry!" she urged. "I am young and strong. I shall not mind the journey. And you do not know the temper of the Yorkists since you delayed so long to marry me and-and have not had me crowned. To them-crowned or uncrowned-I am Queen of England, and if I am there beside you, honoured as your wife, you will be safe."

Had Elizabeth not seen those white, scholarly hands of his clench in anger she would have been deceived by the evenness of his voice. "So you resent it that you have not been crowned?" he asked coldly.

She looked back fearlessly into his small, light eyes. "Whether I resent it or not, it cannot alter the fact that I am Edward the Fourth's eldest living child," she said steadily. "But I spoke only for your safety."

He had the grace to look s.h.i.+ftily aside. "It is quite impossible for you to come, Elizabeth; particularly as I already know that there will be trouble in certain towns. But do not disturb yourself. I shall go prepared." He spoke gently, appreciatively; but because he made no responsive movement her hands had slid foolishly, emptily, from the sober velvet of his doublet to her sides.

"What trouble?" she asked pa.s.sively, quite certain by now that the troublemakers would come off worst.

As if moved by the quiet intimacy of the moment he answered her with unwonted candour. "As you so frequently suggest, my claim to the throne is not too immaculate," he admitted, with a shrug. "So I must expect trouble. Probably as long as Warwick or any other Plantagenet scion lives there will be plottings and pretenders."

Elizabeth searched his inscrutable face, and when she spoke her words were scarcely above a whisper. "But you would not-put him to death-like-like my brothers?"

Henry's thin lips smiled. "No," he said. "I am no murderer."

A sigh of relief escaped her. Had he not already proved himself magnanimous about Lord Lovell? In her grat.i.tude for such new security Elizabeth would have liked to throw her arms about him and to infuse some warmth into their relations.h.i.+p; but he just stood there, with only civility preventing his attention from returning to his map. "I shall miss you-and pray for you," she said instead, schooling her warm heart to indifference and drawing a more suitably dignity about her.

"Yes, pray for me," he said, gratefully, apparently attaching more importance to her devotions than to her caresses.

Piqued, Elizabeth decided that, whatever the hazard of his enterprise, he could not depart soon enough; but when she saw the preparations for his departure she was secretly shocked. Plenty of money had been spent upon arms and stores and everything that was necessary-but little upon pageantry. "You forget that I have taken over a bankrupt kingdom," he said, in answer to her protests. "Buying impressive new trappings would not help me to refill my empty coffers or make me any the more popular in the war-savaged towns I shall be pa.s.sing through. I would rather be able to remit some of their taxes."

Elizabeth acknowledged his wisdom but remembered how Richard-with full coffers or empty-had always ridden forth in a blaze of heraldry. So had her father, and her family had always considered such splendour necessary to the prestige of their blood. And, woman-like, she let her tender heart yearn a little over her impecunious but practical husband, so that it drove her out into Goldsmiths' Row to empty her own slender purse in exchange for some of the brightest jewels she could find, and then prompted her to sit up late at night with Mattie, st.i.tching them into a s.h.i.+ning diadem with which to adorn the serviceable plainness of Henry Tudor's helmet.

But Henry had lived too long alone to have the happy knack of making a glad occasion of a fond surprise. "It is a gift you can ill afford, seeing all that your dowerless sisters cost you," he reminded her, bending so that she might set the sparkling helmet upon his head upon the spring morning of his departure. "And, for that matter, neither can I; but I will reimburse you for these jewels and tell Sir Richard Empson to arrange for you to draw on my estates should you need any money during my absence."

It was the farewell of a thrifty husband rather than of an eager bridegroom. Before the a.s.sembled company Elizabeth thanked him dutifully and bade him take every care for his safety. Once more the warm impulses of her nature had been repulsed. She was a woman who loved to give and Henry seemed to need nothing from her. Because marriage was still a novelty she watched him ride away from Westminster with regret; and yet-to her shame-was conscious of relief, since his absence left her freedom to be more herself.

"Of course it was foolish of me to spend so lavishly," she confided to Stafford's sister Jane, whom she had chosen as one of her ladies. "I should have realised that after so many years of civil war we must be poor."

"He need not have mentioned it just then, Madam," said Jane Stafford bluntly.

"And the money was your own," muttered Mattie.

"But how right his Grace was in saying that my private inheritance from the Clare estates does not go very far between all of us!" sighed Elizabeth, who could not resist buying her sisters pretty things for their approaching marriages or her mother occasional presents for her special comfort. "From now on I am going to try to live 'out of my own,' as those unpleasant councillors, Empson and Dudley, are always saying. After all, my husband set me a fine example, spending less on the splendour of his coronation and more on pastimes for the people. He means to do such fine things for the country, and if I can help him over the first lean years it will be my share towards it. Only I wish someone had taught me how to economize!"

"You have never been really extravagant, Madam," expostulated old Mattie.

"Not to our way of thinking, dear Mattie. But then poverty is so relative. If I say that I will have my miniver cape turned instead of buying a new one for next winter, one must remember that most people do not possess any miniver at all."

"Perhaps they do not need it, being much less gazed upon!" laughed Jane Stafford.

"Well, anyhow, while I am waiting for my baby we will go over my wardrobe and see in what ways I can retrench," decided Elizabeth. "There is that crimson velvet of mine which has much wear in it, Mattie. I will have the tailor turn it. And I need not order so many caps. After all, I shall not be going out in public."

And so the busy days of preparation pa.s.sed and Elizabeth was glad to find herself established in the sweetness of the country. The old palace of Winchester delighted her, and because it was summertime she scarcely noticed its draughts and inconveniences. She wrote frequently to her husband and thought the more of him because he had not excused himself from the danger of going north, and was amazed and not a little awed to hear how easily he had managed to quell all Yorkist hostility as he went and how he had finally been received without any outward show of resistance from the citizens of York. "We found every other inn had the sign of the white boar," he wrote pleasantly, "but they are all magically become blue boars now."

"When he comes back we shall have so much to talk about," Elizabeth thought, still hopefully envisaging that complete union of marriage which had so far eluded them.

But after Henry's triumphant return to London so many pressing affairs detained him that he did not reach Winchester until after the date upon which the strict etiquette upon which her mother-in-law was such an authority decreed that she should take to her room.

For days workmen had been stripping the worn old arras from the walls and replacing it with fresh tapestry embroidered only with flowers. There must be no scenes depicted upon it at all, lest the sight of lifelike human figures or animals in the chase should frighten her or make some bad impression upon her unborn child. Even the windows had been draped, except for one near the great fourposter bed from which she could look over the old cathedral town and the green Hamps.h.i.+re hills. And when all the preparations had been made according to the Countess of Richmond's instructions, the lords and officers of the Queen's household escorted Elizabeth to the door and there bade her farewell, pa.s.sing over to her women their various duties so that, save for her physicians, she would see no man until the day of her deliverance in October.

Elizabeth, who loved the outdoor world, looked out upon the beech trees, wis.h.i.+ng that they would begin to turn russet to their fall. Without her lively sisters the time might have dragged indeed; but, after all, it seemed to pa.s.s quickly, for towards the end of September, a month before such glad news was expected, the bells of Winchester Cathedral rang out and Elizabeth's son was born.

"The bells will soon be ringing all over England," she thought, "more gratefully perhaps than for any other prince!" And lying there, worn out and content, she knew that for so general a benison all her own personal griefs and strivings and disappointment had been worth while.

While her tired eyes were yet closed she could hear, more exciting even than the bells, the commotion of horses being brought out and messengers riding off to London with the news; and then someone was holding a cup of hot broth to her lips and Mattie was bending over her with a bundle in her arms, showing her her son.

"You have been wonderfully brave, my Bess," her mother was whispering, kissing her forehead with a new gentleness.

And from somewhere a little further off Margaret of Richmond's voice was saying, "Someone has gone to tell the King. He is out hunting. We did not expect this joy so soon, but he will be back soon."

And Elizabeth had lain there, thanking G.o.d. She was glad, of course, that at last she had been allowed to give Henry something; but she did not really mind how long he was coming. It was so much like Heaven lying there out of pain, and her mother had drawn the bed-curtain a little so that she could watch the tiny red-faced creature yelling l.u.s.ty protest to the proddings of the doctors.

And when the door was flung wide and the King had come home from hunting, his eyes went straight to that same precious bundle, now lying contentedly in Mattie's lap before the fire, and in his eyes there had been the brightness of a man who sees the final seal set upon some hazardous task. "If I can ever hope to see Henry Tudor show emotion, I must look for it now," thought Elizabeth, watching him stand there, rubbing his hands together, with his mother beside him.

"Although so premature, the physicians say that he is a healthy child. We shall have to arrange for the christening in Westminster," Margaret was saying.

"Yes," agreed Henry. And then, tearing himself away from the new wonder of his heir, he had come briskly to Elizabeth's bedside. "And afterwards, in London, for my wife's coronation," he said, lifting her limp hand from the coverlet and kissing it.

"He is a just man who pays his debts, but very cautious," whispered some devil in Elizabeth's tired mind. "No heir-no coronation." And the ridiculous words kept repeating themselves in her bemused mind until, in the middle of whatever he was telling her, she forgot he was there and fell fast asleep.

Next morning, when she woke slowly and deliciously to a realization that she had a son and that her slender body was her own again, her sisters were gathered in her room. Elizabeth's glance went straight to the hearth, and there, sure enough, was small Katherine solemnly rocking the carved wooden cradle and dumpling little Bridget staring round-eyed at its sleeping occupant.

"Darling Bess!" cried Cicely, the moment Elizabeth stirred. "You have slept such a long time. Are you better?"

"Quite better," smiled Elizabeth. "Where is the Countess?"

"Resting," said Ann, perching herself on the other side of the great bed. "She has to rest some time."

Their glances met in understanding laughter. "My mother-in-law is kindness itself," murmured Elizabeth lazily. "But this is like being at home again. If only Ned and d.i.c.kon could be..."

"Is the King pleased?" asked Cicely quickly, seeing the tears gathering in her eyes.

"Enormously," said Elizabeth, blinking them away. "Tell someone to draw all the curtains and let in the lovely sunlight."

"There go the bells again," said Cicely, helping herself to some of the fine grapes the King had sent. "There's to be such a grand christening in the cathedral, and the Bishop and all the Chapter are scurrying about getting out their best vestments."

"I suppose the King's mother is arranging all that too," grimaced Ann. "Who is to be the precious poppet's G.o.dfather?"

"Milord Stanley says it will be the Earl of Oxford," said Cicely.

"But he is so fat!"

"He may be quite kind," smiled Elizabeth.

"And the G.o.dmother?"

"Months ago, when I first knew that I was going to have a baby, I specially asked that our mother might be."

"Oh, I am so glad!" cried both girls in unison.

"She is ageing so, don't you think?" said Elizabeth. "And I was afraid she would feel hurt if Henry asked his own mother."

Katherine, gently removed by watchful Mattie from a self-appointed rocking task which was becoming too vigorous, came across the room to join them. "He is a lovely baby, Bess," she said. "But are you sure he is ours?"

"Of course. He is Bess's," they laughed. "Why not?"

"Then why," she asked earnestly, staring very hard at each of their heads in turn, "does he have brown hair?"

Elizabeth stretched out a hand and drew her small sister close until her inquisitive little snub of a nose was on a level with the grand rose-embroidered coverlet. She had noticed the same thing herself and felt that G.o.d had not, after all, bade her baby look much like d.i.c.kon. "His father, the King, has brown hair," she explained.

"Does he belong to the King too?" persisted Katherine.

"Of course, stupid!" said Ann.

"Then will he be called Henry?"

"No, my poppet, I do not think so," said Elizabeth, who had expected that too.

"Not Henry?" exclaimed the two older girls. "What will he be called, then?"

Elizabeth raised herself a little on her pillows. "I have just remembered what the King was saying-before I fell asleep. It was about our baby's name. He wants him to be called Arthur."

There was an amazed silence in the room. Even her busy bedchamber women stopped whatever they happened to be doing. "But we never knew an Arthur," objected Ann, voicing the thoughts of all of them.

"No," said the infant's disappointed mother.

"Then why... ?"

"Because of his ancestor-who lived here. Good King Arthur, who had a round table for his knights. Oh, you must know," went on Elizabeth, speaking a little impatiently because she was still weak and quite as amazed as they were. "There are all his fiery Pendragon banners and his Welsh ancestry-right back to the earliest Kings-"

"All right, poor sweet. Rest again and don't try to talk any more now. I don't suppose you like the name any more than we do," soothed Ann, bringing the rose-water to bathe Elizabeth's forehead.

But Cicely, snipping off another grape, suddenly began to giggle. "Well, at least Bess can count herself fortunate," she remarked disrespectfully, "that he didn't take it into his head to call the poor child Cadwallader!"

WHEN ELIZABETH TOOK UP residence at Sheen, that loveliest of places beside the gently flowing Thames, she felt in her adaptable way that here at last was going to be her married home. Henry had practically rebuilt the old palace so that it was gay with walled gardens and turrets and large latticed windows gleaming in the sun, and he and his mother loved it better than any mansion they possessed. They renamed it with their own family name of Richmond. "Here I will pa.s.s my days and rear my children," thought Elizabeth, "after I have been to London for my coronation."

But, for all his fine promise, Henry had done nothing about her coronation. At first it had been impossible because she had suffered from a distressing ague after her baby's birth-an ague which had so undermined her health that she had been obliged to linger a long time in the old town of Winchester, and had finally had a chapel built in the cathedral there as a thank-offering for her recovery. But by now it was high summer and she only a few miles from London, and all her Yorkist friends began to mutter angrily in secret corners about the Lancastrian King. Particularly Dorset and Lovell and her cousin the gifted young Earl of Lincoln, who-being son to one of Edward the Fourth's sisters-had been considered heir presumptive until little Arthur Tudor was born. And Elizabeth's mother grew dangerously indignant, las.h.i.+ng out with her sharp tongue against Henry as she used to against Richard and imprudently inveigling sympathizers to discuss his shortcomings in the pleasant apartments which he had provided for her.

"I pray that she will not begin her meddling again!" sighed Elizabeth anxiously, in the privacy of her own room.

"Do not worry about the sharp things she says, for she has no power now," soothed Cicely. "There is nothing she can do."

"Not personally," agreed Elizabeth. "But, all the same, I do not like the way Dorset and Cousin Lincoln keep bringing their friends to talk in her room whenever Henry is called away on state affairs to Westminster. And Henry has been away so much of late."

"It must be because of this young man in Ireland," said privileged Jane Stafford, who heard much outside news from her brother.

"What young man?" asked Elizabeth.

"The one all this pother is about," said Jane, inconsequently, supposing that the two Yorkist sisters knew all about it.

"What pother? And who is he, Jane?" persisted Cicely.

"That is what we should all like to know, Madam," began Jane blithely, preoccupied with setting out the Queen's embroidery silks. "At first it was believed that he was the young Duke Richard of York who-" Cicely's foot came down so heavily upon hers that she stopped short and blushed for her stupidity. "But now everyone says he is your Grace's cousin, the Earl of Warwick," she concluded hurriedly.

There was an awkward pause during which neither of them dared to look round at the Queen, upon whose face wild hopes and painful distress were gradually blotted out by bewilderment.

"But our cousin is in the Tower," said Cicely.

"He could have escaped," said the Stafford girl, mulish in her embarra.s.sment.

"Escaped-from the Tower!" said Elizabeth, trying to laugh about it. "Come, come, Jane! Once the great Byward Gate or the moat portcullis had closed upon him even the wiliest of men could scarcely hope to do that. And surely n.o.body in their senses would believe that so simple a soul as Warwick, who is quite honourably treated here, could effect a journey to Ireland without the King's permission."

But it appeared that a great many people did. Perhaps only because they wanted to-or because the white rose was rooted so firmly in their hearts. All over the country there were chatalaines of manors who, symbolically, would not grow a red rose in their gardens. In spite of Henry's businesslike management of the country, they still wanted to have back the squandering charm of a Yorkist King. "Henry said there were bound to be pretenders," said his wife, moving with dignity to her embroidery frame. She longed to ask how much he knew of the matter, but, since he had not mentioned it to her, was far too proud to seek information from a chatterbox like Jane.

Instead she went to her mother, whose interest should run closest with her own. "There can be no truth, you think, in this rumour about d.i.c.kon being alive-" she began, having thought of nothing else since Jane's thoughtless words.

"None whatever," said the Queen Dowager, who never had believed for a moment in the ever-recurring rumours that one of her sons had been spared. "It is Warwick the young man pretends to be. And if his imposture does nothing else, it should at least make that secretive husband of yours show his hand. None of us has seen young Edward of Warwick for weeks. It is my belief that Henry is no better than your uncle and has probably had him murdered as your brothers were!"

"I am sure that he would not do such a thing," remonstrated Elizabeth in great distress. "Henry is too-civilized."

"Too cautious, possible," shrugged the Queen Dowager. "Does he suspect Dorset of being in this thing?"

Seeing the anxiety in her mother's shrewd, dark eyes, Elizabeth was more convinced than ever that they both were. "He has never mentioned the matter," she said coldly.

"Not mentioned the matter? To his own wife! Not even in the warmth of your own bed! And this play-acting upstart already crowned King in Dublin!" the Woodville woman railed disgustedly. "No wonder you cannot even get him to crown you!"

Angry and mortified herself, Elizabeth determined to force her husband's confidence. Hearing from Lord Stanley that Henry had been reviewing troops on Blackheath, she went down to the water-steps to meet him on his return. "Is it because Warwick has been crowned in Ireland that you are raising an army?" she surprised him by asking as soon as he had stepped ash.o.r.e.

Henry cast her a quick look of surprise-almost of dislike. Dislike for intruding upon his reserve, perhaps. "My Deputy there, the Earl of Kildare, has seen fit to go through some kind of blasphemous ceremony with a counterfeit Warwick," he said, and turned almost immediately to call a brief order to his bargemaster.

But Elizabeth was not to be shaken off. "You could have told me instead of leaving me to hear of it like any stall-keeper's wife in Eastcheap," she said, falling into step with him as he took the garden path to the Palace.

"Why worry you when you have not been well?" he countered.