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HAUNTING CHORAL MUSIC

- So this really is the reason you've come?

Well...

..very well.

Wolsey's daughter.

- It's my religion, I think, that you do not like.

I love the Gospel.

I follow it. I always will.

Your father understood that. - My father understood everything.

He understood you betrayed him.

- Pardon me, but if you have this fixed opinion

and you hold on to it regardless of evidence or regardless of reason,

how am I to oppose it? I would swear on something...

- I would know you were a perjurer.

I have been told by those I trust...

..there is no faith or truth in Cromwell.

- HE SIGHS

CLOPPING OF HOOVES

- What's your business here? Where are you from?

- From Lincoln. There's trouble. I've come to tell Lord Cromwell.

- You hold here... - How did these men get inside the gate?

- They say there's trouble, sir. Lincolnshire is up.

- What trouble?

- It started in Louth, sir.

Rebels.

They've attacked Bishop Langland's men in Horncastle. Killed a man.

Is it true, then? The King's dead?

- Who says so?

- All the east are saying it.

Said he died at midsummer.

- Midsummer? Who rules, then?

- Cromwell, sir. - Cromwell?

Wipe the shit off your boots, I'll bring you to a dead king,

you can kneel and beg his pardon.

What did they say about this Cromwell?

- They say he means to pull down the parish churches,

melt all the crucifixes for cannons to fire on the poor folk.

He's a devil.

He wants the King's daughter for himself.

They want his head.

- The rebels demand that the Lady Mary be made legitimate and restored

to the succession. If she should fall into their hands...

- Shouldn't we secure her person? - What do you advise? Chaining her up?

- Keep a watch on her. - She is watched.

Poor men don't rise without leaders.

Landowners are behind this.

BANGING

- Well, gentlemen, the news is poor hearing.

I would incline to mercy if this brawl were to end now.

- I'd counsel you against leniency.

If this should spread to Yorkshire and north to the border...

- Shall I alert the Duke of Norfolk?

He could turn out his tenants, quiet the eastern shires.

- No. Keep Norfolk away from me.

Sadler, send to Greenwich for my armour.

- No, no. Sire, do not risk your sacred person.

- If the common folk are saying I am dead, what choice do I have?

- Lord Cromwell's head is their chief demand.

They believe My Lord has practised some device or sorcery on the King,

as they claim the Cardinal did before him.

- Well, I am offended for my prince

that they deem him no more than a child to be led.

- And, by God, I am offended, too!

I take it ill to be instructed by the folk of Lincolnshire,

one of the most brute and beastly shires in all the realm.

How do they presume to dictate which men I keep about me?

And who will advise me when Lord Cromwell is put down?

Will these rebels do it?

Colin Clump and Peter Pisspiddle

and old Grandpa Gaphead and his goat?!

Let them remember this.

When I choose a humble man for my councillor, he is no more humble!

I made my minister

and, by God, I will maintain him!

If I say Cromwell is a lord, then he is a lord,

and if I say Cromwell's heirs will follow me and rule England,

then, by God, they will do it! - HE BANGS FIST

- Keep me informed.

I go to shoot.

Keep my eye in.

- CHUCKLING: - Well...

..how does it feel...

to be the heir presumptive to England?

He proclaimed you. - My Lord...

- My ears did not deceive me.

He named you next king, Crumb.

- DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES

- Cromwell! - My Lord of Norfolk. - I've no time to talk to you.

I'm only in London to receive my orders and then get on the road.

North, east - I will go where the King commands.

I have 600 armed and ready to ride.

I have five cannon - five, and they are all mine.

And I can whistle up another 1,600 men in short order. - No, My Lord.

- No?!

What do you mean, no? - It's the King's pleasure...

- I'm talking to Cromwell, who has been to war,

which is more than you have, sir.

- It is the King's pleasure,

as Mr Wriothesley here hoped to explain,

that you linger neither in London nor anywhere near his person,

that you repair to your own country, there to ensure quietness...

- There are no rebels in my country!

- My Lord of Suffolk takes command of the King's forces.

- Brandon?!

What...? That horse-keeper?

By Saint Jude!

Well, am I to be set aside?

Me, of the best blood that this nation affords?

I will ride to Hampton Court and meet my sovereign face-to-face...

- I wouldn't... - ..for I no doubt that you misreport me!

The King knows that he has no more faithful servant in England than me!

Me! Thomas Howard!

- There is another matter, My Lord.

I have a letter from your wife, the Duchess.

She complains of scant living.

- Let her family keep her.

- If you set your wife aside, you could at least pension her off.

She's suffered enough already, don't you think, at your hands?

- In the north parts...

..they use your name to terrify their children.

"Be quiet", they say, "or Cromwell will come.

"He will jump down your throat and bite your liver."

- LORD Cromwell would be more polite.

- Oh, your title is still a novelty.

In their view,

you'll be dead before they have to use it.

- Please, father, let me go and fight with Richard.

For the honour of our house.

- You apply to your book, Master Gregory.

You are not done learning yet.

Look after your father.

- It's from my time in Italy.

Kept me safe.

- My wife?

- We'll bring her to Stepney or Mortlake.

I'd have her here but if London falls, this is where they'll come.

- Could it fall?

- You could knock the city walls down with a dirty look.

CROMWELL CHUCKLES

- Promise me you'll take an escort with you.

If you were recognised in the streets...

Thank God I'm not memorable.

What?

- Your man, Bellowe. John Bellowe?

- Yeah.

- The rebels caught him at Louth.

They knew he was your servant.

They blinded him, then they skinned a bull

and they sewed him into the hide.

They set the dogs on him.

- All this rain,

you'll be lucky to get these cannon north of Enfield

before you're bogged down.

Master?

- Je ne suis pas d'accord. Excusez-moi.

I am told you have put the Duke of Norfolk in a fury.

You know, he thinks this affair will bring you down.

The rebels demand that "vile blood" be drained from the Council.

That's your blood, I imagine.

- If your master intends to send aid to the rebels,

he's left it very late in the year.

- Ah, you call them rebels.

I thought it was merely a few turnips, sodden with drink.

What interest could my master have in their proceedings?

- None, unless he's been given bad advice by someone.

If Lady Mary receives any approaches,

she must report them to me.

I've done all I will do for her.

If she moves one inch towards the rebels, I'll cut off her head.

- Truly, Thomas, we know this game, you and I.

I know what you must say, and you know what I must say.

- Very well, I'll say something new to you.

If your master subverts my king in his own country,

I will find ways to make him suffer.

We will unite with the princes of Germany,

who are your master's subjects, or so he believes.

HE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY

FAINT CHATTER

- So I hear. It's a shame he doesn't have more patience.

My Lord Privy Seal.

Chancellor of Augmentations.

- Highness.

Why not ask the King to fetch Lady Mary here?

- Oh, yes, that'll cheer us up.

- LAUGHTER

Lady Mary's health might improve with gentle company.

- Or perhaps it is because if Mary is here with us,

she cannot be taken by the rebels.

Or, for that matter, she resort to them.

- I would like her company.

I could ask the King, but, erm...

..he is displeased with me because I am not yet...

- With child.

- WHISPERED: - It's a way to gain favour.

She has been very kind as well.

- Lady Rochford, could you stand off, please?

No, further off, with the other ladies.

- SHE SCOFFS

- This is of great antiquity.

The King gave it to me.

He says it is Roman.

- Huh.

It's possible.

- The King tells me his dreams.

- What dreams?

- Sometimes, when he has, erm...

..you know, visited me...

..he falls asleep in my bed and then wakes because of his dreams.

He calls out, "Mea culpa! Mea culpa!"

He says his late brother appears to him...

..to reproach him for the unrest in his kingdom

and the distress of his people.

- His brother has appeared to him before, Your Grace, in his dreams.

Perhaps...perhaps all princes...

..are troubled by their conscience in such a way

in the late hours.

- I, too, am troubled by the distress of the people.

If anyone asks what we spoke of,

tell them I wanted to show you the glass and know about the Romans.

- Sir.

- Join us, Crumb!

- We have a name for the leader of the rebels.

A one-eyed lawyer called Aske.

- Aske? Robert Aske?

- Do you know him, sir? - To nod to at Gray's Inn.

He used to come down to do business

for the Percys.

- Will you hear me, sir?

Please to bring the Lady Mary back to Court...

..that I may have comfort in her society and share her confidence.

- Are you lonely, sweetheart?

Well, of course.

Of course we can have her, if it will make you merry.

My Lord Privy Seal... - Sir, my heart is moved by the divisions that arise

between your subjects and your most sacred self.

I am only a woman,

I do not presume to be wiser than Your Majesty, but

my heart misgives when honourable and devout customs are left off.

- And what customs? - Nan.

- Your Grace.

- Your people want the Pope of Rome.

They want statues they've known all their lives,

and blessed candles and holy days.

- Your grace... - Let her be.

She must be instructed.

Madam, what you fail to grasp is that the Bishop of Rome

is merely a foreign prince out to conquer, if he can.

I will have no alien interfere with my rule,

and I will allow no traitor to shelter behind the cross of Christ.

- They would still pray for the King if they could pray for the Pope too.

- Pardon me, Your Grace, but there can be no double jurisdiction.

Either the King rules, or the Pope.

- Her grace will withdraw. - They are too much burdened with taxes.

My Lord, take care of your thoughts as well as your deeds.

What you refuse by day will haunt you by night.

Your Majesty knows this. - Jane!

Jane.

Understand this.

A prince answers before the strait court of heaven for his proceedings,

and when he dies he shall be judged by standards

of which ordinary men are quit.

I am the earthly shepherd of all God's sheep, rich and poor.

It is my part to provide for their corporeal welfare

and their spiritual good.

This duty is laid on me, and the world shall see me discharge it.

- Amen to that.

- APPLAUSE

- We will consider all lawful petitions.

However...

..when you are fruitful,

that is when we will give ear to your complaints.

- My Lady, come.

Just tell me - you don't believe these stories against me, do you?

Do you, Cremuel?

- WHIMPERING

CRACK OF THUNDER

RATTLING

HEAVY BREATHING

DOOR SLAMS HASTY FOOTSTEPS

DOOR OPENS

- York has fallen.

- CROMWELL SIGHS

Have you told the King? - He waits for you in the Chantry Chapel.

- I was thinking of Wolf Hall.

The summer before.

I was happy there.

Yet here I am,

one summer passed and one winter passing.

I have bastardised both my daughters...

..I have no heir,

and, as I understand, no hope of one.

My subjects are in rebellion, my coffers are empty

and my cradle empty, too.

A man who has reigned 28 years

should be able to place his faith in his liege men.

But behind the banner of these rebels...

..lie other hidden banners...

..of the Poles and the Courtenays.

They raise this rebellion in the hope that the Pope

will send another king, my cousin Reginald Pole by name...

..who will wed my daughter Mary and turn me out to beg.

This is why I have asked you to bring Pole before me.

Or, if you cannot...

..rid me of him by some other means.

And yet you seem unable to get hold of him.

Perhaps I should bring Stephen Gardiner back from France,

since you don't seem to know what to do.

Norfolk, I suppose, must be permitted to ride north.

York.

How could York fall?

- BAND PLAYS

- 1,600...

- Why does Henry do this now? This feast.

Why at such a time? - Because he must,

precisely now, when none expects it.

- I'm for the north. - Your Grace's rights are restored.

Take your seat, Gregory.

- The almanacs said this would be a great year for surprises,

and here's the Lady Mary back at Court,

long before she was looked for.

This is your work, Crumb. - But you are mistaken, Fitz.

As you'll remember, it was the Queen who requested Lady Mary's presence.

My Lady.

I thought you had forbidden Sexton the court, sire.

- True.

I boxed his ears.

But poor fellow has no other way to make a living.

Have you not had your supper?

Take your place.

- Lower, Tom. Go lower!

- LAUGHTER

- Which is the seat for the blacksmith's lad?

- Very good. - Very good.

- Go lower, Tom!

Trot on till you get to Putney!

- LAUGHTER

- The commons cry for bread, Majesty.

Why not give them...Crumb?

- LAUGHTER

- He is an impertinent fellow, but you must take it in good part, My Lord.

- I do.

- If the Emperor comes, you will be crumbed and fried!

- LAUGHTER

- You will be s-s-s-sizzled like the heretic Tyndale!

- We don't know that Tyndale is burned.

- Oh, Tom, I can smell him from here! - HE COUGHS

LAUGHTER AND JEERING

- Oh, Tyndale!

- LAUGHTER

- COUGHING, LAUGHTER

- Tyndale!

- DOOR CLOSES

I'm glad to see you back at Court, My Lady.

I hope they're keeping you warm, well-provisioned.

- I am well looked after.

And it is your doing that I am brought back, I think.

- I have to ask you, My Lady, have you not been approached?

- The rebels may use my name but they have no permission from me.

- Careful.

Careful, Mary.

- I hear the Council is discussing a marriage for me

with the Duke of Orleans.

As I predicted.

- The French are discussing it. I'm not sure we are.

You see yourself with a Spanish husband, very likely.

- You would not wish me to marry a Spaniard, I think.

They might seek to use me as the figurehead for an invasion.

You would...

prefer me to marry an Englishman.

- I would prefer you to marry as the King commands.

- You see?

I am wearing your verses...

..in praise of obedience.

Though my father gave them me, I know their origin.

Why did you wait so long to come to Hunsdon...

..when you wished me to sign the oath?

- Cardinal Wolsey used to say,

"Show your power by your absence."

You would have refused if I came earlier.

- Perhaps.

And if I had, I would now be dead.

Instead, I am here...

..at my father's side.

- You look very well today, My Lady. Crimson is your favourite colour...

- You change the subject.

Do not make light of what you have done for me.

You saved me when I was drowning in folly.

When I was almost past recovery.

Your care of me...

..has been so tender.

Like that of a father.

- What did she want?

- To thank me for caring for her like a father.

- A father?

- She's heard the rumours that I want to marry her.

She's warning me off.

DOOR CREAKS OPEN

- Awake early.

- He hasn't slept.

- 50,000.

The rebel army has grown. They now have 50,000 men in the field.

There is no army the King can muster that could meet such a force.

- Then what do we do?

- So, Christophe, what do we do?

- CROMWELL LAUGHS

That's right, we lie.

They have might, we have winter. We offer them a truce.

We promise them Jane will be crowned in York,

we promise them a parliament in the north,

we promise them a general pardon.

In the meantime, winter creeps in,

food grows scarce,

disease breaks out.

Time is on our side.

Lady Rochford. - Lord Privy Seal.

- Well, well, well.

Well, well, well.

Ah!

- She's beautiful.

- Well done, Seymour.

- Lady Mary avoids looking at you.

Perhaps it is only for the great love that she bears you.

Or perhaps, now that the King has spared her

and brought her back to Court, she feels she no longer needs you.

- Your Grace.

- My Lord Privy Seal.

- Your Grace, may God in his own good time make you a happy mother also.

I think...I think Nan Seymour sets a glad example.

- Does she?

I should hardly be a happy mother if I have a girl.

I should think I'll be sent back to Wolf Hall in a basket.

- CROMWELL SCOFFS

"I shall hardly be a happy mother if I have a girl." What's that?

- Yes, it's true. Her courses have not come.

Her titties are swollen. I mean, she will not speak till she is sure.

Let's hope it's stuck fast, eh?

Make sure you're on hand when she tells Henry.

He will be in a humour to hand out favours.

He might give you whatever it is that you lack.

Which isn't much, is it, My Lord Privy Seal?

- CHEERING

- A great day for England!

- This will put an end to the rebellion!

- Yes! Yes, it will!

- LAUGHTER

- God save the King!

- Yes, sire, because there is not a man or woman in England

who does not wish Your Majesty well and pray on his knees nightly

that the Queen will give you a sturdy boy!

- CHEERING

DOOR CLOSES

FAINT CHATTER

- This actually was the most delicious.

- Was it? It was a recipe that was recommended to me.

I passed it on to the cooks. - Mm-hm. You should try some.

- No, I don't think so. Not this time. - This isn't all for me.

- Felicitations, Your Grace.

- Quails. The Lisles send them from Calais by the crate.

As you can see, she sets into them as though

- THEY LAUGH

- They're fed on the boat to keep them fat

but, even so, she must have more.

- Yes. Yes!

And I shall have more at supper, and fatter.

- LAUGHTER

No harm in that.

The King likes a woman to show her appetite.

And now, of course...

- Will you join us, My Lord?

- I cannot. Holbein is here.

SHE SIGHS

How long will she have to stand?

- She can sit if she wants.

It is, er, very correct to breathe.

Er, to the light.

Ja.

Er, if Your Grace could lift her chin?

- The King will want her as she is.

No flattery.

- It is not my habit.

- I warrant when he married my sister,

she did not look quite so much like a mushroom.

- THEY CHUCKLE

CHOIR SINGS

- Don Diego de Mendoza has landed at Dover. - I know.

- He carries a letter of love for the Lady Mary

from the Emperor's nephew.

- Would you excuse me, Eustache? I have a different marriage to make.

My son, Gregory.

Lord Seymour.

Your lady sister.

Oughtred's widow.

- Bess? - Her hand in marriage?

- Well, this is a surprise.

So, are you willing?

- We are willing.

- And ready to talk about money?

- It's my favourite subject.

Thank God.

Welcome home, Richard.

- Winter won out.

Just as you predicted, Master.

- Look at you.

- Gorgeous.

- Isn't it?

- So, the marriage, when shall it be?

- As soon as you wish, Bess.

But...you do wish, Bess?

You do wish this?

- Yes, My Lord.

I do wish.

- Bless you.

Well, I think that we must order silks and velvets for you.

And I...I thought emeralds.

- Emeralds? Jane said that you would be very generous.

- You must indulge me. As you know, I don't have any daughters.

- You may indulge me, My Lord,

and I shall certainly indulge you,

but I will hardly be your daughter.

- Oh, I had hoped...

Well, I had hoped that you would see our relationship in that way.

- Oh.

What, it is to be like that?

- I... - I didn't know.

But you are not so very old, and I had hoped to have your children.

- Mine?

- Mm.

- Perhaps we should go inside, Bess.

- Why? - Because...

..erm, there are...there are people,

and your family...

Perhaps we should not be seen alone together. It might...

It might lead to misunderstandings.

- I think that there has been a misunderstanding.

I am offering my person to one Cromwell only -

the one that I marry.

Which Cromwell is that meant to be?

- I am extremely flattered that you would even consider it, but...

- Well, I'm not at fault. I listened to what my brother required of me.

I never said, "What age is Cromwell?"

or, "Was his father not a tradesman?"

I just said, "Yes, Edward," and I assumed that...

- But why did you assume when Gregory is so likely a young man

and of an age to marry?

- I think that you have no idea, My Lord,

how much your single state is talked of.

How much the whole Court looks to you to change it.

And how much they speculate that a great

and a dangerous honour will come your way.

- Well, it's gossip, but dangerous indeed to me,

and dishonourable, I presume you mean to Lady Mary?

- Then you would do well to be clear who you will marry

and who you will not.

- Please, I beg you, don't tell Gregory.

He thinks you have freely accepted him.

And you will accept him, won't you, Bess?

Because you must be relieved it is the son and not the father...

- Stop.

I will not tell you whether I am relieved or not.

Tell me when and where and I will come in my bridal finery

and I will marry whichever Cromwell presents himself.

- Was it carried over the sea?

- He will have wished someone carried it over our roads.

- Lord Cromwell,

I have heard a great deal about you.

- And I feel I know you already, Don Diego, for you must be related

to that Mendoza who was ambassador in the Cardinal's time.

- I had that honour.

- The Cardinal locked him up.

- Yes.

A violation of every agreed principle of diplomacy.

I did not know you were at Court then.

- No, but I was the Cardinal's man.

I inherited his concerns.

- But not his methods.

- Have you brought Dom Luis' portrait for My Lady?

- Just that.

There are presents, of course, which follow by mule.

- Because they are large. - Good!

Lady Mary's tastes are lavish.

I'll give you a quarter of an hour, Don Diego,

and then, with regret, I shall interrupt you.

- It is hardly time enough for them to pray together.

- Oh. Will they be doing that?

Don Diego isn't very friendly. I thought it was an ambassador's duty.

- He is, er, fastidious.

- THEY LAUGH

Oh, one of the rebel leaders has implicated you.

- What? - Under questioning.

And we have the letters that you sent to the traitor Darcy,

going back three years.

- Erm... I protest.

- You claim the letters are forgeries?

- I make no claim. I say nothing to them.

- It's lucky for you I am more clement than the Cardinal.

I'll not have you locked up.

That's close enough to 15 minutes, don't you think?

WHISPERING

CROMWELL CLEARS THROAT

- My Lord! Go out, we are not done.

- But I come to remind you, sir, of your urgent next engagement.

EUSTACHE CLEARS THROAT INSISTENTLY

- Disculpe alteza.

For now we must part.

- No, do not kneel. Haste away.

The Lord Privy Seal is waiting.

Le agradezco su consejo.

- So, what passed?

- He asked me if I meant what I said.

- Generally or specifically?

- You know full well!

If I meant it when I said that I accepted my father

as head of the Church

and that he and my mother were never truly married.

I said that I did.

- Give me the letter.

No, the other one.

The one he carried hidden under his shirt.

MUSICIANS PLAY

CHATTER

I hope the wedding was not too modest for your sister.

I would not want Norfolk to accuse me of aping the nobility.

- We've come a long way together, My Lord, you and I,

since we welcomed you to Wolf Hall.

Won't you join us?

- I remember that visit.

We wouldn't have gone if you hadn't risen from your sick bed

and added Wolf Hall to the King's progress at the last moment.

And that's where he found his new queen,

and where you had to...

..you had to stand aside.

- Sit.

You are happy?

You and Bess don't seem...

you know, shy of each other.

- Yes, I am happy.

We are both happy.

So please not to look at her, sir.

Converse with her when others are present...

..and do not write to her.

I ask this of you. I have never asked anything much.

- Oh, Gregory.

I don't defend myself.

I should have made myself clear.

It was only out of duty when she consented,

when she thought I was the groom.

And how this...

..how this muddle came about...

..well, Seymour, you know, he can be brisk.

One gentleman passing another in conversation.

It can happen.

- Other things can happen.

But do not let them.

- I am a man of honour.

I mean, I'm...

I'm a man of my word.

- So many words.

You do everything. You have everything.

You are everything.

So I beg you, Father...

..grant me an inch of your broad earth and leave my wife to me.

- I hear a rumour King Francois is dead.

- HE BREATHES HEAVILY

I fear untrue.

- You must finish this drawing today, Hans, or you will have to chase me.

- HEAVY BREATHING CONTINUES

- ..when I could be hunting...

- A seat for the King!

- CLAMOUR

- Send them all out. Out.

Out. Disperse. - Get out! Out!

- Norfolk has been writing to you, I hear...

..begging for his brother's life.

"Tom Truth".

You don't imagine that Norfolk will ever be your friend, do you?

- No.

It is not for pleasing him that I ask for mercy.

- Then why should I not punish Truth?

Why should I not cut off his head for his knavery with my niece?

- Because he is young, sire,

and experience will improve his judgment.

Let him sweat a space.

It's a lesson he'll not forget and...

the Howards will be indebted to you hereafter.

- Yes, but you always say this, Cromwell.

You say remit them and they will behave better.

The Pole family, whom I prospered, whom I restored in blood,

whom I plucked from penury and disgrace.

How am I repaid?

By Reginald parading around Europe calling me the Anti-Christ.

You promised that you would put an end to him.

When he returns to Italy, you told me, "I'll have him struck down

"as he leaves his lodging or ambushed on the road."

- Majesty, I don't know how to intercept a man

who is never where he is expected.

My people await him in some appointed place,

but then he falls from his horse, is carried into a refuge,

is three days nursing his bruises.

We anticipate him at the next town, then we hear he's missed his way,

wandered off in a circle, ended up back where he began.

He... He's too stupid to be killed.

- Then learn to be stupid, too!

Always you.

Always you with the bad news.

- Pick up what you can there.

Gather what you can.

Yes, yes, yes... - Please, please, please, My Lord.

Please. Thank you.

Thank you, My Lord. Thank you.

- My Lord.

- Christophe, there's a young woman in green at the gate.

Have her brought in.

FOOTSTEPS

I saw you at the gate yesterday?

- Yes.

- I'm sorry you've had to come back a second day.

As you can see, half of England is out there.

- It's been a longer wait than you know, sir.

I've come from over the sea, from Mr Vaughan's household,

in Antwerp. - Ah, you should have said.

We would've brought you in at once.

Christophe, some wine for this young lady.

You have a letter?

- No.

No letter.

Who are those?

- Princes of England.

- Hmm. You recall so many?

- Huh. They're long gone.

We have, erm...

invented them.

- Why? - "Why"?

As a reminder that men become dust...

..but the realm is continued.

- Where did you get that tapestry?

- The King gave it to me for my services.

- And where did he get it?

- A Cardinal. My patron.

- You didn't have it made for yourself?

- No, it was beyond my means. I was not always a wealthy man.

You can see it's Sheba and Solomon. You know your scriptures, I venture.

- Also I know my mother.

I am Anselma's child.

I've no idea how she got herself into that tapestry,

but we can ask ourselves that another day.

- Well, then you are very, very welcome.

I did not know that that lady had a child.

It was for her sake that I coveted the tapestry.

I used to look and look, and one day the King said,

"Thomas, perhaps this lady should come live with you."

So your father would be...?

- I know the gentleman you mean.

My mother married him after I was born.

- Ah.

So he is not your father? - No.

You are.

Look at me.

Do you not see yourself?

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