The Rose Without a Thorn


Forthcoming from Three Rivers Press

The Lady in the Tower
In the Shadow of the Crown
Queen of This Realm
Mary, Queen of France
The Thistle and the Rose
The Royal Road to Fotheringay
Victoria Victorious
A Health unto His Majesty
Here Lies Our Sovereign Lord


The Bastard King
            The Lion of Justice
The Passionate Enemies


Plantagenet Prelude    
The Revolt of the Eaglets
The Heart of the Lion    
The Prince of Darkness
The Battle of the Queens        
The Queen from Provence
Edward Longshanks    
The Follies of the King
The Vow of the Heron    
Passage to Pontefract
The Star of Lancaster    
Epitaph for Three Women
Red Rose of Anjou    
The Sun in Splendor


Uneasy Lies the Head    
Katharine, the Virgin Widow
The Shadow of the Pomegranate        
The King’s Secret Matter
Murder Most Royal    
St. Thomas’ Eve
The Sixth Wife    
The Spanish Bridegroom
Gay Lord Robert


The Captive Queen of Scots        
The Murder in the Tower
The Wandering Prince    
The Three Crowns
The Haunted Sisters    
The Queen’s Favorites


The Princess of Celle    
Queen in Waiting
Caroline the Queen    
The Prince and the Quakeress
The Third George    
Perdita’s Prince
Sweet Lass of Richmond Hill        
Indiscretions of the Queen
The Regent’s Daughter    
Goddess of the Green Room
Victoria in the Wings


The Captive of Kensington Palace        
The Queen and Lord M
The Queen’s Husband    
The Widow of Windsor


Castille for Isabella
            Spain for the Sovereigns
Daughter of Spain


Madonna of the Seven Hills        
Light on Lucrezia


Madame Serpent
            The Italian Woman
Queen Jezebel


Louis the Well-Beloved        
The Road to Compienge
Flaunting, Extravagant Queen
Evergreen Gallant    
Myself, My Enemy
Beyond the Blue Mountains    
The Goldsmith’s Wife
The Scarlet Cloak    
Defenders of the Faith
Daughter of Satan
The Scribe

and very frightened.

She said to me: “It is coming nearer. I feel it all about me. There will be no way out. It will be as it was with my cousin Anne. Why did I not see it? Tell me.”

I answered: “Your Majesty must not distress yourself. The King loves you as he loved none other … not even your cousin.”

The long-lashed hazel eyes regarded me intently.

She answered: “He loved her much in the beginning. He defied the Church for her sake. He sent good men to their deaths because of her. And then he ordered her to be killed. The same fate awaits me. I can already see the executioner’s axe ready for me.”

“There is no need …” I began.

“There is every need,” she replied. “I know you love me. I know you speak out of regard for my feelings. You would give me cheer. But it remains, and there is one thing I would ask of you. The desire has come to me to set it all down, to see it all in clarity, just as it happened. Mayhap it could have been different. I could have been happy with Thomas. He is waiting for me … even now. If I had never gone to Court… if only the King had never looked my way … if only I could go back to the time when it had all begun. No, right to the beginning, those first days—that day when I left my father’s home at Lambeth, before I went to my grandmother in Horsham … yes, right to the very beginning, mayhap I could then discover where I might have saved myself. But I am not good with the pen. I was never tutored as I should have been.”

“Your Majesty would indeed find such writing an arduous task.”

“Yes. And you are my good friend. That is why I ask you to help me in this.”

“I? How so?”

“You are a good scribe. It would be an easy task for you. I have a conviction that there will be some time for us to be together in the weeks to come. It will turn my thoughts from what awaits me. I shall tell you how it happened—scene by scene—and you shall write it down as it should be written, for you will know well how to do that. Then you will read to me what I have said, and I shall say, ‘Yes, that was how it was.’ And I shall say to myself, ‘This … or that … is the way I should have gone.’”

“I think Your Majesty will tire of this ere long.”

She shook her head. “I shall not tire, my good friend, for I want so much to see it as it was. Mayhap Thomas will see it. It will help him to understand that, whatever happened before, he was the one I loved.”

Her lips trembled and she hesitated for a while before she said with emotion: “And I shall do so as long as there is breath in my body.”

I bowed my head and said: “I shall be ready to start as soon as Your Majesty commands.”

The Duchess Calls

when I went to my grandmother’s house in Horsham. That was a long time ago but, without doubt, that was the move which set me on the path which led me to where I stand today. There was nothing I could have done about it. I was a child and such decisions were not made by me. If I had possessed a different nature, if I had not been so ready to love and trust, I might have been wise enough to avoid the pitfalls; but we are as God made us, and what was irresistible temptation to me could have been thrust aside with ease by some. The road is laid before us and we must pass along it, and, through ourselves, come to salvation—or damnation.

Before that significant event, my carefree days were passed in the midst of my large family. There were eight of us children. I was the fifth in order of age, having three brothers and one sister older than myself, and, in time, three sisters younger.

Looking back, it seems that those days were made up of unalloyed pleasure. The fact that we were very poor did not worry us. We lived in a once-grand house in Lambeth, by the river, and our overgrown garden ran down to the water’s edge.

What did we care that the house was in need of repair, that there were not enough servants to look after us, and that those who were there were either faithful retainers or stayed because they needed a roof over their heads? Our clothes were torn or patched. Indeed, it was often difficult to know which was patch and which original garment.

Sometimes there was not enough food to go round and we had to eat sparingly. We had no tutors, no governesses. We ran wild
and we were free. We played our games: often hide-and-seek which was played in an ancient house, fast falling into ruin, and was very exciting; we danced and sang, which I particularly enjoyed; and we were very happy.

The family fortunes had declined with the coming of the Tudors. My great-grandfather, the first Duke of Norfolk in the Howard family, had supported Richard III and had died with the King on the field of Bosworth. The inevitable outcome was that, when Henry VII came to the throne, he confiscated the family’s estates and titles.

However, my grandfather distinguished himself at Flodden Field, where he secured a great victory over the Scots, and his titles and estates were then restored to him by Henry VIII.

My father also fought in the battle at Flodden and, as a reward for his share in the victory, he was awarded the Controllership of Calais. This helped to relieve his poverty to some extent, but he needed more than his remuneration for this post to keep his family and to settle the enormous debts he had accumulated.

He was away from home often, which was a blessing, for it helped him to escape from the creditors who were constantly pursuing him.

So we remained poor but happy. Perhaps it was my nature to be happy. I know I was during those years when I was rushing toward disaster. I certainly had hours of great pleasure, and that is surely happiness. It is one of the reasons why I find it so hard to face this terrible fate which has come upon me.

In those days, I saw little of my father, for he was often in Calais. My mother sometimes accompanied him; and when she was home, she seemed either about to have a child or had just had one. She was loving and kind when I did see her, but I think she found the hardships she had to endure in the Lambeth house not to her liking; and I guessed this was due to the fact that it was very different to the house in which she had been brought up. She was the daughter of Sir Richard Culpepper of Hollingbourne in Kent. There were occasions when some members of her father’s house-hold
traveled to London, and naturally they must visit us, and I knew then that my mother was ashamed of the squalor in which we lived.

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