February 6th (Thursday)
Four of her women sat with the Queen, embroidering altar cloths. Three of them English, acquired after her coronation. The fourth had arrived as a maid-in-waiting with Princess Catalina, married (as several had) an Englishman, given birth, and been widowed. Leanor was quiet, but observant as the others talked. The Queen herself sat rigidly at her table, her fingers drumming on her book of hours as she listened as Gertrude Blount, Jane Parker, and Anne Hastings talked.
“We thought you should know, as Bessie’s saying the child is the King’s,” Jane repeated.
Gertrude seemed tired of the subject, she shared a room with Jane and Jane loved gossip. “I wish she had a different surname. Everybody knows we come from different families, but it makes me feel tainted somehow. But, as I understand it,” she looked at Jane, who loved to hear gossip as well as tell it, “she’s expecting the king to find her a titled husband as he’s the one who fathered her child.”
“La puta may find that harder than she thinks,” offered Leanor without looking up. The others looked at her, but she remained focused on her embroidery. “Am I not right, Senora Ana?” The focus shifted to Lady Anne Hastings, sitting across from her.
Anne was not Leanor, she stopped her work to look at the Queen. Katherine nodded almost imperceptibly, then resumed her needlework. Anne looked at the younger women. “My brother, claims that he had her first and that he was her first.” Anne smiled. It was well known that her brother, the Duke of Buckingham was proud and arrogant, considering (not openly) that his claim to the throne was as good as that of the Tudors.
“I wonder if my husband knows of this boast,” Katherine murmured, glancing swiftly at Lady Hastings.
“I’m sure my brother would be glad to tell the King of it,” she replied drily. “He likes beating the King at social activities.” The queen managed not to smile, but Leanor chuckled and both Gertrude and Jane broke out in laughter.
Then Jane took the conversational lead again. “I heard the Cardinal Wolsey has been given the task of finding a husband for her.”
“I wonder if this is the Cardinal’s own idea, because he believes the child is the King’s or if Mistress Blount has told my husband that he is the father?” The Queen asked aloud. She then looked at her needlework and shook her head. “I have made too many mistakes today, you ladies continue, I wish to lie down. Come, Leanor.” The two Spanish-born ladies left the room.
The door had just shut when Anne Boleyn entered from the other door, embroidery work in hand. “Your majes-“ She stopped herself and looked around. “Where is the Queen? I wanted to report on the Prince’s reaction to the shirts she made that mirrored the King’s.” She looked at Lady Hastings. “Is she coming later?”
“She’s gone for a nap,” the older woman told her. “After she was told of ‘la puta’ Bessie’s claims.” She looked thoughtful. “Wonder if La Puta could be a title to give her?” Everyone but Mistress Boleyn laughed out loud, Anne smiled but immediately looked at Lady Anne.
“So she knows of your brother’s claims?”
Lady Anne nodded, “But not of the other two who have said she’s graced her bed as well. There is only so much you can tell the Queen. Don’t want to have her angrier.”
“Does the King know of these claims?” asked the younger woman. "He is here."
“We hadn’t gotten that fair when the Queen left,” Gertrude offered.
Anne tossed her embroidery hoop and set down the small basket with her needles and smaller hoops. “Perhaps we should ensure the King does know of other possibilities.”
Lady Anne put her own work aside and rose. “Perhaps we should.” She looked over at the other two. “Keep sewing, we’ll be back soon.”
“What if the Queen –“ began Jane.
“Hush, Jane,” said Gertrude. “I’ll think of something to tell her.” She looked with a smile at the pair about to leave. “Good luck, ladies.” Both Annes nodded and continued out of the room.