Sizergh Castle, May 1531
Five children stood clustered around the upper window of Sizergh Castle, the Marquis of Lancaster’s family seat. The second of the girls, a raven-haired lass of almost eight, shook her curly hair out over her shoulders as she answered something her younger sister had said.
“Don’t be silly, Pippa. I’m not going to Court. None of us are. Kitty and I are joining Caitlin’s household because it’s getting bigger now that she’s going to be Queen of Scotland. We’re not going to see any more of Aunt Marie and Uncle Henry than you will.”
“Yes you will,” Pippa pouted, “I don’t understand why you get to go and I don’t. I’m only a year and a half younger than you are. I’m closer in age to Caitlin than you and Kitty are.”
“That’s true, Pippa, but if you went with them, you wouldn’t be able to be part of Jacquetta’s household when she married and I thought you liked Jackie better?” The older of the two boys at the window raised his eyebrows and Pippa scowled. [1]
“I suppose so. I just don’t think it’s fair that Maggie and Kitty get to go and I don’t.”
“Well, I’m older than you and I’m not going either,” Charles Howard, Kitty’s older brother and the other ward of Lord and Lady Lancaster, who had been taken in when Anne realised that the then three-year-old Kitty was too attached to her older brother ever to settle at Sizergh without him, pointed out.
At twelve, he was the oldest of the children, but, because he had his heart set on a career as an Ambassador, his foster father had agreed to let him go to one of the minor Ducal Courts as a page to improve his languages rather than taking up his expected place in the Prince of Wales’s household. He was due to leave for Florence in the autumn. He would be sorely missed, if only because he often played the peacekeeper between Maggie and the ever-sulky Pippa, who much resented her place as the second daughter, the middle child in the schoolroom.
“But you’re getting to go abroad. That’s
exciting!” Pippa whined. Before Charles could reply, the youngest child at the window, the four-year-old Percy heir, Algernon, piped up, “I see banners!”
Instantly, all five children remembered why they were standing by the window in the first place. Maggie snapped her head round, squinting into the sunlight with the blue-green eyes that were so like her father’s.
“It’s the royal standard. They’re here! Maman, Jamie, they’re here! Aunt Marie’s here!” She ran off, shouting for her mother and youngest brother, three-year-old James. The other children followed far more sedately, Charles bowing and offering Pippa his hand like a gentleman to make her smile. She accepted his escort gratefully and they headed out into the courtyard to greet their royal uncle, aunt and cousins.
[1] Yes, I know Marie and Henry already have plans to dedicate their youngest daughter to the Church. The children haven't been told and they're just assuming that Jackie will get married, like every other high-born girl they know...