In the Shadow of the Crown, стр. 103

“I hope it will be so,” he said. “The people will expect that.”

“I will teach you,” I told him.

“Teach me what I shall say to the lords of the Council when I take my leave.”

“That is simple. You could say, ‘Good night, my lords all.'”

It was amusing to hear him struggling with the words. We smiled together, and I was happy.

Then he said he would introduce me to his gentlemen, and I should do the same for him and my ladies.

He called his party to come to us, and they were presented to me. I was immediately struck by Ruy Gomez da Silva, a most distinguished man who, I discovered later, was a very close friend of Philip.

Then we turned to my ladies. Philip kissed them all. I was rather surprised but he said, “It is an English custom, is it not? I am determined to follow the English customs.”

The ladies were flushed and smiling, liking the attention. And I smiled with them. I was so happy that everything seemed wonderful.

We parted and I returned to my apartments in the palace. Susan was with me.

“What thought you of him?” I asked.

She hesitated and I looked at her sharply. “He is handsome—as they said he was,” she replied.

“You sound reluctant to admit it,” I said.

“N…no. He is like his portrait.”

“But what, Susan?”

“He is a little solemn.”

“It is a solemn occasion.”

“But perhaps not so when he kissed the ladies.”

I laughed. “Oh, he is trying to please us all by following what he thinks are our customs.”

“The custom to kiss the ladies…”

“He has an idea that we kiss, and he has to do it on every occasion.”

“That is a custom of which you will have to cure him,” she said.

“Susan, you are like the rest. You are critical of all those who are not English.”

“Is that so, Your Majesty? Then if you say so…”

I was a little put out because I had the feeling that she did not admire him as I thought she should.

Later that day he called on me. It was dark; the candles had been lighted; he asked to be admitted to my presence, and I was delighted. How romantic, that he should come to me thus, unceremoniously.

“I must speak with you,” he said. “It is why I have come.”

“I am so happy that you did,” I told him.

“I have just heard from my father. He is giving up the kingship of Naples, and it is to be mine. He does this because he thinks you should marry a king and not a mere prince.”

“How delightful! How wonderful!” I took his hand and kissed it. “Your Majesty, I am happy for you.”

Philip did not smile easily, I noticed, but he looked gratified.

So I was betrothed not merely to the Prince of Spain but to the King of Naples as well.

By this time a delegation had arrived at the palace; the Council assembled, and with them all the ladies and gentlemen of our households, while a declaration of the Emperor's donation to his son was read out.

The Council was pleased and agreed that it should be proclaimed in the cathedral next day when the marriage took place.

It was a day to which I greatly looked forward but not without a certain trepidation.

The rain had ceased. I looked out of the window. How fresh the earth smelt—how green were the grass and trees. I could catch the sweet scent of flowers below me.

I was in love. Tomorrow would be my wedding day.

I said to myself: This night there is none happier in this land than its Queen.

IT WAS THE FEAST of St. James, which was appropriate, for St. James is the patron saint of Philip's country.

The church in which the ceremony was to take place was magnificently decorated with scarlet and cloth of gold.

I was at the church before Philip, having walked from the episcopal palace. I was wearing a gold-colored robe richly brocaded, trimmed with pearls and diamonds; my coif was decorated with two rows of diamonds; and the kirtle beneath my robe was of white satin with silver tracing. I wore the diamond on the chain which Philip had sent me, and my train was carried by Lady Margaret Douglas.

When Philip arrived, I felt gloriously happy. He looked magnificent in garments which I myself had presented to him. They were quite magnificent, and I congratulated myself that I had chosen just what suited him; and he had the grace to wear them, which was a compliment to me. But how they became him! The trunk-hose were of white satin worked with silver; he wore a collar of gold, diamond studded, and at his knee was the Garter which had been bestowed on him as soon as he arrived in England.

We took our seats in the two chairs which had been placed at the altar. Gardiner was waiting—with Bonner, the Bishop of London, and the Bishops of Durham, Lincoln, Ely and Chichester.

Before the ceremony began, the Regent of Naples declared to the assembly that his Imperial Master, Charles V, had resigned from his kingdom of Naples that his beloved cousin Queen Mary might marry a king.

Then we were married and when the ceremony was over seated ourselves in the chairs of state while the Mass was celebrated.

EVERY DETAIL OF THAT wonderful day stays with me. My memories comfort me when I am most melancholy. I want to keep that day fresh in my mind, for I was never so happy as I was then.

We went back to the Bishop's palace for a banquet. I do not remember what we ate. Philip and I sat side by side. I took covert glances at him, which was foolish of me because I should have known I would be closely watched and everything I did would be reported later. I did wish that my subjects would not be quite so zealous in stressing the point that I was the Queen of this realm and, important as Philip might be in his own country, here he was merely the Queen's consort. Why did they have to make his chair less fine than mine? Why should he be served from silver plate and I from gold? I was fully aware of the cold looks of the Spaniards as they noticed these details.

But I would not let that spoil my pleasure.

When the toasts and expressions of good will toward us were over, Philip and I drank one to the guests; and after that we went to our presence chamber so that the English and Spanish might mingle. Language presented a problem. There was dancing but the Spanish ways were different from ours. I remembered how my father had distinguished himself as the finest of dancers because he could leap higher than anyone else. The Spaniards walked in stately fashion rather than danced, and we English did not call that dancing. I think they were a little taken aback by our cavorting and pirouetting. I had always been fond of dancing and was able somehow to match my steps to Philip's. I have to admit that, stately though he was, he was no great dancer. But I loved him the more for this failing.

The festivities ended earlier than we had expected because of these differences in our speech and customs, and Philip and I were escorted to our separate apartments, where we dined. Afterward we met at the lodging where we were to spend our wedding night. We were taken there by members of the Council, and when they had conducted us to our bedchamber, they left us.

So we were alone together. I was apprehensive, lest I should not please my husband; if I did not, he did not betray it. Never had I imagined such kindness and courtesy. I was ignorant of the ways of married people and had only shadowy notions of what was expected of me. Philip, I knew, was greatly experienced in these matters. He had been married before, and was already a father. But I was as romantic as a young girl. I had lived with dreams.

I thought a great deal about our first encounter later, when he had gone. I wondered what was in his mind. One would never know with Philip. But I shall always remember his kindness to me, his patience with my ignorance.

And I was able to say to myself on that night: This is love.