Eltham, April 1522
The sound of glass smashing alerted Mark to the fact that something was exceedingly wrong in Hal’s apartments. Thanking all the Saints he knew, for what was possibly the thousandth time, that the King’s unwillingness to have any reminders of his liaison with Bessie at Court had made it so easy for him to become Hal’s cupbearer instead, he raced upstairs. Bessie was destroying everything she could get her hands on, ranting and raving the whole time.
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She’s like Hal in the throes of his worst tantrums.” The thought flashed into Mark’s head before he realised, to his horror, that Hal was witnessing the entire spectacle, wide-eyed and flinching away from his mother’s loss of control.
Moving like lightening, Mark bundled the lad out of the room and bolted the door behind him before he could protest. Then he turned back to Bessie, flinging his arms around her waist and pinioning her arms to her sides before she could do any more damage to the furnishings.
“What is it, Cousin? What’s wrong? I’ll do whatever I can to help, but you have to tell me what’s wrong.”
“She’s pregnant again!”
Mark sighed.
She meant only one thing in Bessie’s vocabulary. The Queen.
“She might not be. It might just be a rumour. You know how these things fly around,” he soothed, but Bessie shook her head.
“Lady Salisbury told me herself. She took great pleasure in making it clear to me that, come August, my boy will be yet another step away from the throne. And Gilbert and I scarcely ever share a bed. We’re both too exhausted from running around after Hal. Even when we do, he doesn’t truly seem to care any more. He’s losing patience because I haven’t fallen pregnant yet.”
“You’ve barely been married more than a year and a half,” Mark protested, “I’m hardly an expert, but even I would say there’s hardly desperate cause for worry yet.”
“We’ve been married a full two months longer than
she’s been married to the King. She’s already birthed one healthy boy. A second on its way, no doubt. While my belly remains empty. Useless, flat and empty!”
Bessie broke down into heart-wrenching, gulping sobs and Mark was nearly powerless to soothe her. All he could do was hold her and rub her back while she cried.