Greenwich, October 1523
When Edith Dudley brought Henry news that Dr Linacre had finished his examination of the Queen, he thanked her and immediately sent for the man to wait upon him.
“Thomas! What news of the Queen?” he called jovially, as soon as the other man appeared in his doorway.
“Sire,” Sir Thomas Linacre bowed, “I have given Her Majesty a sleeping draught laced with tears of the poppy for the pain. She is resting now and all seems to be progressing as one would expect in her condition.”
“Thank you, Thomas.” Henry beamed in gratitude, tossing the man an angel.
He caught it neatly, before venturing, “Sire, if I might?”
“Go on,” Henry waved a hand.
“I took the liberty of examining Her Grace once she had fallen asleep. It is my belief what she may be carrying more than one child in her womb.”
Henry’s jaw dropped, “More than one child?”
“Yes, Sire. Of course, until Her Majesty quickens, there is no way of knowing for sure, but my theory might explain why her belly is swelling so quickly and why she is experiencing such great discomfort.”
“By God, if this is true, Thomas, it would be the most joyous news in Christendom!”
“Aye, Sire, but I feel I must warn Your Grace, multiple births are always more dangerous than single births. The chances of your having to choose between the life of the mother and the life or lives of the children will be even higher than normal.”
“Nonsense. God will protect Marie and the children, I’m sure of it!” Henry leapt to his feet, riding high on a sudden surge of glorious confidence. Thomas Linacre bowed his head.
“I hope and pray so, Sire. But I warn you, even if, in His mercy, He sees fit to spare them all, He may not see fit to bless Your Majesties with another child, especially not given the difficulty of Prince William’s birth last year.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Henry said firmly, quashing his own doubts as he spoke, “A multiple birth is a sure sign of the Lord’s favour, Thomas. My children with Marie will usher in a golden world, I’m sure of it.”
“My Lord,” Dr Linacre bowed again and retreated as Henry waved him away. For his part, Henry called for a cloak and went out into the gardens, mind whirling with all he had been told.