"My lord Cardinal," she said in a quivering voice, which she did not even try to steady, "an you had your master"s wishes at heart, you have indeed gone the wrong way to work."
The Cardinal"s keen grey eyes had watched Mary"s growing wrath with much amus.e.m.e.nt. What was a woman"s wrath to him? Nothing but an a.s.set, an additional advantage in the political game which he was playing.
Never for a moment did he depart, however, from his att.i.tude of deepest respect, nor from his tone of suave urbanity.
"I seem to have offended Your Majesty," he said gently; "unwittingly, I a.s.sure you. . . ."
But Mary was in no mood to bandy polite words with the man who had played her this clever trick. She was angered with herself for having fallen into so clumsy a trap. A thousand suggestions now occurred to her of what she might have done to prevent the meeting between Wess.e.x and Ursula, which the Cardinal had obviously planned.
"Nay! masks off, I pray Your Eminence," she said, "that trick just now with your breviary . . . Own to it, man! . . . own to it . . . are you not proud to have tricked Mary Tudor so easily?"
She was trembling with rage, yet looked nigh to bursting into tears. A shade almost of pity crossed His Eminence"s cold and clever face. It seemed almost wantonly useless to have aided Fate in s.n.a.t.c.hing a young and handsome lover from this ill-favoured, middle-aged woman.
But the Cardinal never allowed worldly sentiments of any kind to interfere, for more than one or two seconds, with the object he had in view. The look of pity quickly faded from his eyes, giving place to the same mask of respectful deference.
"My breviary?" he said blandly. "Nay! I am still at a loss to understand. . . . Ah, yes! I remember now. . . . I had left it on the bal.u.s.trade. His Grace of Wess.e.x, a pattern of chivalry, offered to fetch it for me, and----"
"A fine scheme indeed, my lord," interrupted the Queen impatiently, "to send the Duke of Wess.e.x courting after my waiting-maid."
"The Duke of Wess.e.x?" rejoined His Eminence with well-played astonishment. "Nay, methought I spied him just now in the distance, keeping the vows he once made to the Lady Ursula Glynde."
"I pray you do not repeat that silly fairy-tale. His Grace made no promise. "Twas the Earl of Truro desired the marriage, and the Duke had half forgotten this, until Your Eminence chose to interfere."
"Nay! but Your Majesty does me grave injustice. What have the amours of His Grace of Wess.e.x to do with me, who am the envoy of His Most Catholic Majesty the King of Spain?"
""Twere wiser, certainly," retorted Mary coldly, "if the King of Spain"s envoy did not concern himself with rousing the Queen of England"s anger."
His Eminence smiled as amiably, as unconcernedly as before. Throughout the length of a very distinguished career he had often been obliged to weather storms of royal wrath. He was none the worse for it, and knew how to let the floods of princely anger pa.s.s over his shrewd head, without losing grip of the ground on which he stood. Nothing ever ruffled him. Supremely conscious of his own dignity, justly proud of his position and attainments, he had, at the bottom of his heart, a complete contempt for those exalted puppets of his own political schemes. Mary Tudor, a weak and soured woman, an all-too-ready prey of her own pa.s.sions, swayed hither and thither by her loves and by her hates, was nothing to this proud prince of the Church but a p.a.w.n in a European game of chess. It was for his deft fingers to move this p.a.w.n in the direction in which he list.
"Nay," he said, with gentle suavity, "my only desire is to rouse in the heart of the Queen of England love for my royal master, the King of Spain. He is young and goodly to look at, a faithful and gallant gentleman, whom it will be difficult to lure from Your Grace"s side, once you have deigned to allow him to kneel at your feet."
"You speak, my lord, as if you were sure of my answer."
"Sure is a momentous word, Your Majesty. But I hope----"
"Nay! "tis not yet done, remember," retorted Mary, with ever-increasing vehemence, "and if this trick of yours should succeed, if Wess.e.x weds the Lady Ursula, then I _will_ send my answer to your master, and it shall be "No!""
There was a quick, sudden flash in the Cardinal"s eye, a look of astonishment, perhaps, at this unexpected phase of feminine jealousy. Be that as it may, it was quickly veiled by an expression of p.r.o.nounced sarcasm.
"As a trophy for the vanity of His Grace of Wess.e.x?" he asked pointedly.
"No!--merely as a revenge against your interference. So look to it, my lord Cardinal; the tangle in the skein was made by your hand. See that you unravel it, or you and the Spanish amba.s.sador leave my Court to-morrow."
With a curt nod of the head she dismissed him from her presence. He was far too shrewd to attempt another word just now. Perhaps for the first time in his life he felt somewhat baffled. He had allowed his own impatience to outrun his discretion--an unpardonable fault in a diplomatist. He blamed himself very severely for his attempt at brusquing Fate. Surely time and the Duke"s own fastidious disposition would have parted him from Mary quite as readily as this sudden meeting with beautiful Lady Ursula.
The Cardinal had withdrawn from the Queen"s presence after an obeisance marked with deep respect. He wished to be alone to think over this new aspect of the situation. Through the tall bay windows of the Great Hall which he traversed, the last rays of the setting sun came slanting in.
His Eminence glided along the smooth oak floors, his crimson robes making but a gentle frou-frou of sound behind him, a ghostlike, whispering accompaniment to his perturbed thoughts. Somehow the softness of the evening air lured him towards the terrace and the gardens. There lacked an hour yet to supper-time, and Mary Tudor was scarce likely to be in immediate need of His Eminence"s company.
He crossed the Clock Tower gates and soon found himself once more on the terrace. The gardens beyond looked tenderly poetic in the fast-gathering dusk. The Cardinal"s shrewd eyes wandered restlessly over the parterres and bosquets, vainly endeavouring to spy the silhouettes of two young people, whom his diplomacy had brought together and whom his shrewd wit would have to part again.
He descended the terrace steps and slowly walked towards the pond, where, but an hour ago, a sweet and poetic idyll had been enacted. There was nothing to mark the pa.s.sage of a fair young dream, born this lovely October afternoon, save a few dead marguerites and the scattered flakes of their snow-white petals.
The Cardinal"s footsteps crushed them unheeded. He was thinking how best he could dispel that dream, which he himself had helped to call forth.
"Woman! woman!" he sighed impatiently as he looked back upon the graceful outline of the Palace behind him, "thy moods are many and thy logic scant."
"A tangled skein indeed," he mused, "which will take some unravelling.
If Wess.e.x weds the Lady Ursula, the Queen will say "No" to Philip, out of revenge for my interference. She"ll turn to Noailles mayhap and wed the Dauphin to spite me, or keep him and Scheyfne dangling on awhile whilst trying to reconquer the volatile Duke"s allegiance. But if Wess.e.x does not wed the Lady Ursula . . . what then? Will his friends prevail?
Yet there"s more obstinacy than indolence in his composition, I fancy, and the dubious position of King Consort would scarce suit his proud Grace. Still, if I do not succeed in parting those two young people whom my diplomacy hath brought together, then Mary Tudor sends me and the Spanish Amba.s.sador back to Philip to-morrow."
CHAPTER XVII
AN ARMED TRUCE
So intent was His Eminence in these complicated musings that he scarcely noticed how fast the shadows gathered round him. He had gradually wandered down towards the low wall which divided the Palace gardens from the river beyond.
He had always been very partial to this remote portion of the grounds, for it was little frequented, and he felt that here at least in his lonely walks he could lay aside that mask of perpetual blandness which he was obliged to wear all day, whatever his moods might be.
It was seldom that he met anybody when his footsteps led him thus far.
Great was his astonishment therefore when he suddenly spied a figure leaning over the wall, evidently intent on prying into the darkness below.
The Cardinal drew nearer and recognized Lord Everingham, the closest friend, the most intimate companion His Grace of Wess.e.x was known to have.
The young man had not heard His Eminence"s footsteps on the sanded path; he started on hearing his name.
"Ah! my lord Everingham," said the Cardinal lightly. "I little thought to see any one here. I myself am fond of communing with Nature in these gathering shadows; but you are a young man, there are gayer attractions for you within the Palace."
It was too dark by now even for His Eminence"s keen eyes to read the expression on Lord Everingham"s face. The astute diplomatist, however, more than guessed what the young man"s purpose was in thus scanning the river. His Grace of Wess.e.x had not yet returned to the Palace, and it was generally known throughout the Court circle that Her Majesty was furious at his absence.
The Cardinal"s ruse in the early part of the afternoon had been the subject of universal gossip; sundry rumours had also been current that the Duke had been seen in the company of the Queen"s most beautiful maid-of-honour.
"Verily," thought His Eminence, "His Grace"s partisans must be on tenterhooks. All along they must have dreaded this meeting, which chance and diplomacy has so unexpectedly brought about."
Was not Wess.e.x" position with regard to the Lady Ursula a peculiar one?
Tied to her and yet free, affianced, yet not necessarily bound, his own att.i.tude towards her was sure to be influenced by the girl"s own personality.
And every cavalier and diplomatist now at Hampton Court readily conceded that the daughter of the Earl of Truro was the most beautiful woman in England, and the most likely to captivate the roving fancy of His Grace.
No wonder that my lord of Everingham was anxious for the Duke"s return, before the Queen"s access of pique and jealousy had found vent in sudden revenge. But the young Englishman had no desire to display this anxiety before his triumphant opponent.
"Like your Eminence," he said carelessly, "I was lured into the garden by the softness of the air. The river looked so cool and placid, and "tis not often one can hear the nightingale in October."
"Nay! your sudden fancy for the evening breeze is entirely my gain, my dear lord," rejoined the Cardinal in his most suave manner; "as a matter of fact I was, even at this moment, meditating how best I could secure an interview with you."