Her Highness, the Traitor

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When Henry VIII dies, leaving behind his nine-year-old son as his heir, a deadly series of power struggles begins, transforming the lives of two women. Jane Dudley's husband, the Duke of Northumberland, becomes the most powerful man in England, while Frances Grey perches with her daughter Jane dangerously close to the throne. But when Mary Tudor asserts her own right to the crown, Frances and Jane Dudley find that the lives of their husbands and children are in mortal danger. The never-before-told story of the ...

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When Henry VIII dies, leaving behind his nine-year-old son as his heir, a deadly series of power struggles begins, transforming the lives of two women. Jane Dudley's husband, the Duke of Northumberland, becomes the most powerful man in England, while Frances Grey perches with her daughter Jane dangerously close to the throne. But when Mary Tudor asserts her own right to the crown, Frances and Jane Dudley find that the lives of their husbands and children are in mortal danger. The never-before-told story of the women behind the crowning of Jane Grey, this novel is an illuminating tale of ambition gone awry.

Praise for Susan Higginbotham's novels:

"Following in the footsteps of Jean Plaidy and Norah Lofts..." — Dear Author

"Higginbotham makes history come alive" —BookPleasures

"Beautifully researched and incredibly captivating." Michelle Moran, bestselling author of The Heretic Queen

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Through women’s eyes, Higginbotham (The Queen of Last Hopes) attempts to bring to life England’s interregnal period between the death of Henry VIII and the ascension of Elizabeth I in this dull Tudor historical. Edward succeeds his late father, but given his young age, dominion over the kingdom is conferred upon a royal council, whereupon various men begin jockeying for power. Jane Dudley’s husband, the duke of Northumberland, ingratiates himself to the king, and becomes a trusted adviser. Meanwhile, Frances Grey and daughter Jane watch as Frances’s husband, the duke of Suffolk, positions himself to claim the throne. Hoping to ease tensions between the two families, Jane Dudley’s son marries Jane Grey. Shortly before Edward succumbs to tuberculosis, he appoints Jane Grey as his successor. However, when Edward’s half-sister Mary comes to the fore as a contender for the crown—with the support of the royal council—the Dudleys and Greys stand to lose everything, including their lives. Though Higginbotham stays true to history, her inability to create compelling characters makes her effort light on drama and difficult to follow. Agent: Nicholas Croce, the Croce Agency. (June)
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  • ISBN-13: 9781402265587
  • Publisher: Sourcebooks, Incorporated
  • Publication date: 6/1/2012
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 501,546
  • Product dimensions: 6.00 (w) x 8.90 (h) x 0.90 (d)

Meet the Author

Susan Higginbotham is the author of four historical novels, including The Stolen Crown, The Queen of Last Hopes, and Hugh and Bess. The Traitor's Wife, her first novel, is the winner of ForeWord Magazine's 2005 Silver Award for historical fiction and is a Gold Medalist, Historical/Military Fiction, 2008 Independent Publisher Book Awards. She writes her own historical fiction blog and is a contributor to the blog Yesterday Revisited. Higginbotham has worked as an editor and an attorney, and lives in North Carolina with her family.

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Jane Dudley

January 1555

If there is an advantage to dying, it is this: people humor one's wishes. I could ask for all manner of ridiculous things, and I daresay someone would try to oblige me, but instead I simply call for pen and paper.

"Here follows my last will and testament, written with my own hands," I begin, and then I stop, frowning. I am not learned in the law, and the thought occurs to me that perhaps I should give up my task and call in someone who is. But he would charge for it, and that fee would make my children, who have lost so much already, that much the poorer. So I press on. I can say what I need to say as well as any lawyer can, though I might not be as verbose about it. If these last few months have taught me anything, it is how to fend for myself, which is more than I can say for some women I know.

But there is a phrase I am searching for. What is it?

Being in perfect memory, of course. I smile to myself, for although I have forgotten that phrase, there is not much else I have forgotten.

January 1512 to January 1547

I was not born to high estate. My father, Edward Guildford, was only a knight-and he was not even that when I was born, but a mere squire, albeit one high in the young king's favor. It was owing to this royal esteem that one chilly day in January 1512, my father strode into our hall at Halden in Kent with a black-haired boy in tow. "This is John Dudley, Mouse," Father said, using the pet name I had been given to distinguish me from my stepmother, Joan, whose name was sufficiently close to mine as to cause confusion sometimes. "He is to be my ward-that is, in my care-now that his father is dead and his mother's remarried. He'll be staying here a long time."

John, who was seven years of age to my three (almost four, as I liked to point out), executed a respectful bow, but did not match my stepmother's welcoming smile. "You look cold, John," my stepmother said then, her voice lacking its natural warmth. "Why don't you sit by the fire?"

It was an order rather than a suggestion, and the boy said, "Yes, mistress," and obeyed. His voice was not a Kentish one, even I at my young age could tell.

"He seems very ill mannered," my stepmother said when the boy was out of earshot.

"He's coming among strangers, and he's tired. He's a London boy, don't forget, not used to riding." My father chuckled. "Stared at my horse as if he were at the menagerie at the Tower. I had him take the reins for a time while coming here, though, and he did quite well. He's sharp."

"Aye, like his father. And look where that got him, speaking of the Tower."

"Where's that, Mama?" I could not resist asking. "What tower?"

"Never you mind," said my stepmother briskly as my father gave her what I had begun to recognize as a meaningful look. I was a quiet child, which meant adults often said interesting things in my presence they might have avoided saying in front of a more talkative girl, but sometimes to my disappointment they remembered themselves. Pitching her voice in a manner that informed me that future comments would not be welcome, she said to my father, "How much does he know of all that, by the way?"

"Most all, I fear. Some of the neighbors talked before they stopped speaking to the family altogether, and he figured out the rest for himself. He's sharp, as I said."

"Oh." My stepmother's voice softened. "Poor lad." She glanced at me. "Jane, why don't you join Master Dudley by the fire?"

I obeyed. John was sitting on a bench and staring into the flames. Shy as I was, I was being brought up to converse properly, as became a well-bred young lady. "Hello," I said brightly.

John looked at me with apparent reluctance, though in my opinion, I was at least more interesting than the fire, crackle as it might. "They called you ‘Mouse' just now," he said with the air of one feeling bound to say something. "That's a strange name."

"That's just what they call me here. My real name is Jane." I paused. "Jane and John. They sound almost alike."

John grunted.

"I have my own pony," I went on, undaunted. How I had forgotten to mention this to John immediately I had no idea, for there was no creature I loved more than my new pony, which I was just learning to ride. I'd tried my best to let everyone in Kent know of my new acquisition. "Father said you don't know how to ride yet."

"No. Why should I? I'm from London."

I did know something about London. Father was often at the king's court there. But I didn't know all that much. I contemplated this apparently horseless place for a time before asking, "How do you go places there? Walk?"

The boy gave me a pitying look for my ignorance. "Just for short distances. People do ride, especially if they're coming in or out of the country, but if you're traveling from one part of London to another, it's best to take a boat down the Thames."

"Really?"

"My father used to take me all of the time before he died."

"My mother's dead," I offered companionably. "She died the same day I was born." (I thought at the time only that this was rather an interesting coincidence.) "They say she got sick. What did your father die of?"

"They cut off his head."

I stared at him in bewilderment. I vaguely knew that men who did wrong things could get hanged, though I had never seen such a dreadful sight. But cutting a man's head off? "Like a chicken?"

"Yes."

I placed my hands on my neck and determined that losing one's head would not be an easy accomplishment. "But why?"

"Mouse," said my father, putting his hand on my shoulder and looking at John apologetically. "That's enough questions for now. Your mother needs you to help her with-well, she needs you to help her with something."

"Yes, Father," I said, but I could not resist looking back at the boy as I scurried away. I had good reason to look back, after all; without knowing it, I had met my husband.

No, I was not born to high estate, and neither was my husband, the eldest son of a man who had been executed as a traitor. The titles we held were gained, and will die, all in a single generation. Yet if we were upstarts, we were no different from many others of our day. Dukes, earls, even queens-the court of Henry VIII was plentiful with those who had owed everything to one man, and in January 1547, five-and-thirty years after little John Dudley entered my life, that man, King Henry, lay dying at Whitehall. Henry VIII was an upstart in his own way, as well: his dynasty had sat on the throne for only two generations.

Upstart he might be, but I could not remember another king; I'd been but a babe in arms when Henry VIII came to the throne. I had known all six of his queens, if only well enough to bend a knee in some cases.

I mused upon this as I made my way from the queen's side of Whitehall, where I had been attending the sixth and last of the king's wives, Catherine Parr. There was no sign here that anything was amiss: meals were still being brought into the sick man's chamber, accompanied by the sounds of trumpets. They would stay in the chamber for a decent interval, I supposed, before being brought out and distributed to the poor, who surely by now must have been wondering about all of this extra bounty they were receiving.

As I had hoped, my husband was inside the chamber we had been allotted at court. He rose from the desk at which he had been working and kissed me. "What brings you here?"

"I came to check on the king's health."

"Did the queen send you?"

"No, but I expect she will be glad to hear a report."

"Then you must keep this secret, my dear, at least for a little while longer. King Henry is dead. He's been dead for two days."

I stared. "Why has no one been told?"

"The Earl of Hertford wished there to be no difficulties until King Edward was brought to Westminster. He, of course, has been told, along with the lady Elizabeth. The earl brought the news himself. Tomorrow it will be announced in Parliament."

King Edward. It seemed a strange title for the nine-year-old I'd known since he was christened, whose mother's funeral procession I'd ridden in. "Why was the queen not told? Why not the lady Mary?"

"They will be, very shortly." My husband gave an uneasy cough. "I suppose Queen Catherine is expecting to be made regent."

"Yes."

"Then she will be disappointed, I fear. The king did not wish a woman-even a woman as able as the queen-to have the rule during the king's minority. Don't glare at me so, my dear. I am only the messenger. In truth, the council won't have the rule of England either, not completely anyway. The council has agreed. There will be a protector."

For a moment, I paused to admire the industriousness of the men who had settled all of this in just two days, while keeping up this façade of a living king. But I knew my chronicles. I frowned. "A protector?"

For the first time, my husband smiled. "Shades of Richard III! And yes, it is to be an uncle. But Hertford has no kingly ambitions, and it's wise to have a single man in charge, even though he will be answerable to us on the council. And in any case, it's a different world now than it was in 1483."

"Well, it is that," I conceded. I sighed, thinking how disappointed the queen would be not to be named regent for the young king. She'd been closer to him than any of the other queens, for Jane Seymour, Edward's mother, had died soon after giving birth, the good-natured Anne of Cleves had lasted only a few months as queen, and poor Katherine Howard had been badly in need of a wise mother herself. Catherine Parr had been on good terms with all three of King Henry's children-no easy task, as each was as different as their respective mothers. Surely she had deserved the honor of a regency after putting up with her increasingly lame and ill-tempered royal husband. Worse, Anne Seymour, Countess of Hertford, was completely insufferable. Being the protector's wife could make her only more so. "What of Thomas Seymour?" He was the younger brother of Edward Seymour, Earl of Hertford; the two were Jane Seymour's brothers. "Is he to have a role in all of this?"

"Something, I'm sure." My husband yawned. "That's to be discussed. These things take time."

I stared out the window, my mind still trying to adjust itself to an England without Henry, who'd reigned nearly eight-and-thirty years, nearly as long as I had been alive. Softly, for I knew I was treading on delicate ground, I asked, "John, did you ever hate him for what he did to your father?"

"I never really thought about it." My husband tipped my chin up gently and brushed his lips against mine. "I've got some time to spare before I return to the council. Do you have to hurry back to the queen?"

I smiled. It was not uncommon of my husband to avoid talking about a topic by making love to me. It was a tactic that might have been employed more often than I realized, and generally with success, for I had borne him thirteen children.

***

To a man's eyes, I must have looked seemly enough as I returned to the queen's lodgings at Whitehall. To a woman, it was obvious that unskilled hands had put me back into my clothes; all my fastenings were slightly awry. I hoped I had sent John back to his council meeting in somewhat better repair, though he had servants nearby who would probably step in to make him presentable.

Anne Seymour, Countess of Hertford, gave me a knowing look as I entered the outer room of the queen's private chambers. The queen was in an inner chamber attending to business, it being the time of the day when she did this, but most of the other great ladies of England were here: the lady Mary, the new king's eldest sister; the lady Frances, King Henry's niece; a dozen or so others. I had known them all for years: together we'd buried Jane Seymour; greeted Anne of Cleves; watched helplessly as poor Katherine Howard giggled and flirted her way to the scaffold; speculated on who would be the king's sixth, and it would prove, final, bride.

"Did you hear anything, Lady Lisle?" asked the lady Mary. Just shy of her thirty-first birthday, she was still reasonably attractive, despite her voice, which was oddly gruff for a woman's.

I quaked at lying to a princess, but I did it anyway. "I have heard nothing new, Your Grace," I said smoothly, sensing Anne Seymour's eyes upon me. If I knew, she must certainly know, as well; her husband would no more leave her out of his confidence than mine would me. "I saw my husband, but he could tell me nothing more than that the king was doing poorly." That, I consoled myself, could be viewed more as a gross understatement than as an outright lie.

"I can't believe they have told us nothing. I know my father wished to make his peace with the Lord in private, but he is dying, for mercy's sake! I simply cannot fathom that he would not want his queen or his children by his side." Mary's thin face hardened. "I am not putting up with this lack of communication any longer. When the queen finishes her business, we are going to go to the king's lodgings togeth-"

A knock sounded upon the door, and a grave-looking man entered the room. "My lady," he said, kneeling to Mary. "I am grieved to tell you that His Highness King Henry has departed from this life."

Mary closed her eyes, then opened them again. What went through her head? After King Henry had repudiated her mother, Catherine of Aragon, and married Anne Boleyn, he had treated Mary horribly, declaring her a bastard. Only in the past several years had she been treated as a princess ought to be. Even after that, her father had been lacking: he'd not made a suitable marriage for her, so she was a maid at an age when many women were mothers ten times over; he'd not given her a household of her own, but seen fit to subsume hers within the queen's. Her voice gave nothing away. "Has the queen been told?"

"Yes, my lady. She is being brought the news as we speak."

"When did my father die?"

The man bowed his head even farther, perhaps as much out of caution as respect. "The king died two days before, my lady. Parliament will be informed tomorrow morning. The Earl of Hertford is aware that your ladyship might find the delay unsettling, and he has given me a letter explaining why he acted as he did."

Mary took the letter and read it slowly, a flush on her pale complexion the only betrayal of the anger she must have felt. "Take me to see my father's body."

Followed by her most trusted attendants, Jane Dormer and Susan Clarencius, Mary left the room. As the sound of conversation filled the chamber, the Countess of Hertford whispered to me, "You knew."

"Yes. Surely you did, too?"

"Yes, but I am the new king's aunt, after all. It is different. How long have you known?"

"Since John told me this afternoon."

The countess shook her head. "And he swore you to secrecy."

"No." I resumed the work I'd left behind, a handkerchief for the young prince-no, the young king. "He didn't have to swear me to anything. He is my husband."

***

The old king's death had been officially proclaimed, and the young king was on his way to the Tower to take up his duties. As the executors of the king's will and their wives collected to greet their new sovereign, Thomas Seymour, the younger of the king's maternal uncles, hurried up to John and me. "Fool bargemen," he panted. "Why, the king and my brother are not here yet? It's not like my brother to be unpunctual."

"The clock has not struck three yet," I said as John nodded distantly. Like many men, he was somewhat cool toward Thomas Seymour, although Seymour never flirted with me as he did with some women. I could not help but feel slightly insulted by his neglect in this regard.

"No, my lady, but it is my brother's habit to always be slightly ahead of his time. So when a lesser man might be punctual for arriving on time, my brother is late for arriving on time. A deeply irritating habit, don't you agree?" Without waiting for my reply, he asked, "The queen is not coming to greet King Edward, my lady?"

"No. She and the lady Mary have gone into seclusion until King Henry's funeral, as they thought was proper."

"Pity," said Thomas Seymour thoughtfully. "I was hoping to offer my condolences in person."

John quirked an eyebrow.

Just as the clock struck three, a distant rumbling announced the arrival of the king. As we ordered ourselves into tidy lines and sank to our knees, King Edward VI, accompanied by his uncle the Earl of Hertford and a host of other dignitaries, rode through the gate.

Ginger-haired like his father and sisters, the new king was a handsome child, well grown for his age and looking around him with obvious interest. He listened patiently as the Constable of the Tower, Anthony Kingston, welcomed him. When we had all paid our respects, the king asked, "Where shall we stay?"

"Why, in the palace," the Earl of Hertford said. Plainly puzzled by the king's unwonted ignorance, he stroked his brown beard, which grew less luxuriantly than his younger brother Thomas's, and added, "That is where kings usually await their coronation, of course. The rooms are ready and are quite spacious. Were you never told?"

Thomas Seymour pushed forward. "I believe Your Highness was pointing at the Garden Tower as you rode in."

"Yes!" Edward looked up at the younger of his uncles eagerly. "Where the princes were murdered by Richard III. Can't we stay there? Or at least see it?"

"That is hardly appropri-"

"Oh, for heaven's sake, Brother, what's the harm? I was always keen to look at it when I visited the Tower as a youngster; isn't any boy? I am sure that it is too small for Your Highness to lodge in"-the constable nodded-"but I daresay Sir Anthony will allow you to go inside."

"It is ill omened," said Hertford dismally. "And probably full of lumber."

"We have read much about it," said the king in a good approximation of his father's tone. He squared his legs in the manner that had made King Henry's courtiers quake. "We have never been inside it, as it happens, and we wish to see it."

"And so Your Highness shall immediately," Thomas Seymour promised. "I shall take you myself. Do you trust yourself there with your wicked uncle Thomas?" Seymour contorted his stance to give the appearance of a hunchback.

The king unsquared his legs. "Oh, yes!"

"I shall come, too, then," said Hertford resignedly.

"Ah, see? Now Your Highness has two wicked uncles. What king could want more? Lead on then, Sir Anthony."

***

I supposed it was an honor that the queen, usually the most self-contained and dignified of women, thought highly enough of me to include me in the small circle of ladies who were privileged to hear her rant like a fishwife. "The nerve of my husband! Letting me think for months-nay, years-that I would be regent for King Edward in case of a royal minority, and what does he do? Changes his will without a word to me."

"The king mentioned Your Grace in his will with great affection," I said.

"Dry bones!"

"It was not ingratitude, Your Grace, I am sure of it, or lack of natural affection. The king merely wanted a man-men-to have the guiding of the kingdom."

The queen scoffed. "Say ‘man,' Jane. The Earl of Hertford seems to have grabbed all for himself." The queen flicked her elegant hand, adorned with a mourning ring in the shape of a death's head. "Oh, they had the right to elect Hertford as protector, I suppose. But that's not what the king planned. If he had wanted a lord protector, with a council to guide him, that's what he would have created in the first place. And I am not the only one who has been treated shabbily in this business. Sir Thomas Seymour is every bit as much the king's uncle as Hertford, and just as capable, I daresay, and he is not even a councilor! Only an advisor to the council. He might as well be a stick of wood."

A knock at the door sounded, and the stick of wood himself was announced.

Thomas Seymour, dressed more somberly than was his wont, entered the room, measuring his usually buoyant steps to the solemnity of the widow's bereavement. "Your Grace, I wanted to give you my condolences on the king's death," he said, brushing his lips against the queen's hand. "I know my brother will do his utmost to be of service to you, as well."

"On the contrary, the Earl of Hertford-or the Lord Protector, as we must call him now-has been of no service to me whatsoever," the queen said. Resentment lit up her face, making her appear rather younger than her five-and-thirty years. "He sent his man to inform me of King Henry's death only the night before the news was proclaimed to the public. Two solid days after he died. He should have told me and the lady Mary immediately, as a courtesy." She nodded at the lady Mary, who had joined her in her seclusion, which would continue until the old king was buried. "After all, the lady Elizabeth was told at the same time as King Edward."

"My brother moves in mysterious ways," Thomas said. "Much like the Lord, and trust me, the comparison is not one that would displease him."

The queen let out a sound much like a snort of laughter and clapped her hand to her mouth.

Mary was not so easily amused. She said, "It does not auger well, if those who have the keeping of the kingdom cannot be bothered with the common courtesies."

"I could not agree more," Thomas said, inclining his head.

"Why, you have been treated shabbily yourself," said the queen. "We were just saying."

"Well, I am to be a baron." He glanced at me with more interest than was his wont. "By the way, my lady, I understand congratulations are in order."

"My lord?"

"You mean your husband hasn't told you?"

"I have been attending the queen over the past few days, and have not seen or heard from him."

"Oh, yes. Well, it's known by all and sundry now-except here, I suppose. There was a clause in King Henry's will stating that gifts which had been promised but not perfected were to be fulfilled. Well, lo and behold! Lord Paget came before the council, and what do you think he announced? He announced that the king would have doled out new titles and lands if he had lived a little longer to amend his will. I myself am to be Baron Seymour of Sudeley-so I can hardly complain, I suppose. Your Grace's brother is to be Marquis of Northampton."

The queen blinked. "Why, he has told me nothing!"

"It has only just come out. And as for you, Lady Lisle, your husband is to be an earl."

"An earl?"

"Old title, dating back to Anglo-Saxon times," Seymour said cheerfully.

"I believe Lady Lisle knows the origin of the title," said the lady Mary, who had a certain literal cast of mind.

I said nothing but gripped the sides of my chair.

The queen asked, "That is well deserved on Viscount Lisle's part, I daresay. But what, pray tell, is the Earl of Hertford gaining out of this?"

"Merely a dukedom. Of Somerset, to be precise."

"Your brother to be a duke, and you to be a mere lord," mused the queen. "Something is wrong there." She turned to me. "But I will not keep you here. You have matters to discuss with your husband. You may go home-Countess."

***

It was a bitterly cold day, but I barely noticed the wind biting into my cheeks as I made my way to the house we'd rented in London. It was a large place, but it seemed much smaller, for John liked having the children residing with us in town instead of staying on our estates in the country. All seven of them were waiting for me as I entered. "Father is to be an earl!"

"An earl, Mother! You are to be a countess!"

"That means Jack is to be Lord Lisle. Doesn't it?"

"Do we get new clothes?"

"Will there be a ceremony?"

"What is an earl?"

My husband pushed past the mob surrounding me and embraced me.

"When were you going to tell me?" I asked after we had hugged for a long time.

"Tonight, as a matter of fact. I was going to send for you and break the news to you over a private supper." He glanced at our brood, whose ages ranged from four to twenty. "Quietly."

***

"You have well and truly deserved this earldom."

John smiled. "Do you know where I went today after the news was announced? Candlewick Street, my father's house. I remember the day he was arrested, just after the seventh King Henry died. I was five years of age, full of excitement about the new king being crowned, and my father had said he would find a good place for me to see the coronation procession-he was sure the king would oblige, as he'd been in such good favor with Henry VII. Instead, I woke one morning to hear my mother crying, our servants shouting-absolute chaos. The king and his council had ordered their men to surround the house just before the break of day. They seized my father like a common criminal. My nurse tried to keep me from seeing them rough handle him out of the house and into the street, but I was too quick for her. Then a few days later, the rest of us had to leave. I loved that house. They had to drag me out kicking and screaming."

"John, in all the years we've known each other, you've never talked of this."

He shrugged. "You know I've never cared to speak of those days. Father was guilty of nothing more than collecting money too well for Henry VII, but he'd made enough men angry doing that, and the new king couldn't resist such a sop to the people. So my father had to lose his head, after he had spent more than a year sitting in the Tower, hoping the king would change his mind. I never saw him again after they took him out of Candlewick Street that day, and I never saw his house again until this morning. It's strange. They say the places you've been in childhood look smaller when you see them as an adult, but this place didn't. It was just as I remembered it. I found myself missing it again, just like I had when I first had to leave."

"Maybe you could buy it or lease it. We surely could afford it."

"No," John said dryly. "Too small for us now. Besides, some other young boy might be attached to it. I wouldn't want to be the one who took him away from it, even in exchange for a handsome sum."

He fell silent. I indeed had never heard him speak of his father before, save in passing. Instead, John, after his first evening at Halden, had thrown himself into country life: learning to ride and to hawk and hunt, going for long outings with my older brother and returning muddy and cheerful. After my brother died, John had become practically a son to my father. At age thirteen, he had gone with my father to court, where he had made a good impression and fit in easily with the other youths his age; it was I, when I came to court, who had felt awkward and shy.

John continued. "You once asked me if I hated King Henry for executing my father. Yes, until I saw him for the first time. Then I couldn't. He was kind to me, interested, pleasant. I didn't feel like a lowly page in his company. Sometimes I wondered if he remembered who I was, the eldest son of the first man he had executed. But he never forgot things like that. I've wondered if all of the honors he gave me over the years, all the trust he placed in me, weren't his way of apologizing for putting my father to death. But it's not the sort of question one can ask a king." He squeezed my hand. "Do you know what else is amusing? I never did see King Henry's coronation, of course, following my father's arrest as closely as it did. So when King Henry died, the first thing that popped into my head was that this time, I would get to see the new king's coronation. It shall be my first."

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  • Posted September 3, 2012

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    Review: Her Highness, The Traitor

    Despite this time period being one of my favorites, I'm seriously lacking in my knowledge (and reading) about Edward VI and especially Lady Jane. This sounded interesting and I hoped that it would provide me with some information I was lacking.

    I think if I want to get a clearer picture of Edward VI, I will need to read something else. I didn't feel like we got to know him very well. Maybe that's because most of this book takes places when he is a child. The kingdom is ruled in his name through the Protector. There's a lot of confusing details about the King's favorite uncle trying to oust the Protector, thus loosing his head. Then the people surrounding the King feel the Protector is abusing his power. He lost his head too. I know this was all important, but I was bored. All it did was show me how little power the king had (because he was a child) and how much of laid in the hands of the nobility. And, it didn't take much for those to turn on you.

    I found it intriguing that Henry VIII's will gave such a clear line of succession, and that he bypassed his niece in favor of her children (I'm sure he was hoping for a male somewhere in there). I also found it hard to believe that a king who seemed to have so little sway and knew his father's demands was so determined for Lady Jane to take over the thrown. He had to know this was a bad idea right? Did he think his sister Mary was just going to sit by when her father was so clear in her right to rule? And did her really think Lady Jane would make a good Queen? She had never been raised as such. I think there's a whole lot to this story the book isn't telling us.

    Which bring us to Lady Jane herself. I half wish the book would have be at least partially told from her point of view. The view points we do get do absolutely nothing for her. I didn't like her. She's that person who now days we would call "book smart" but she lacks any common sense. Plus, she seemed to have very little human compassion. A person like that shouldn't rule, and I think King Edward could have figured that out very easily. I also disliked that the minute they named her Queen, she got this sense of entitlement. I was sad to see that she was finally beheaded after so long of time. I don't think she deserved to die, although I do understand why Queen Mary felt like she had to do it.

    For all of that, you would think I disliked the book. That's not entirely the case. It filled in the gaps that I have between Monarchs. I think it shows the state of the country and how it might have been effected when Mary came in the crown. It also reminded me how easily people lost their heads in this day. Plus, it's historical fiction and I'm not disappointed that I read it.

    7 out of 11 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 14, 2012

    4.5 Stars! Higginbotham takes the story we thought we knew about

    4.5 Stars! Higginbotham takes the story we thought we knew about Jane Grey and turns it on it's head! John Dudley wasn't an evil man? Frances Grey didn't beat her daughter? Was Edward VI poisoned? Manipulated? Knowing Higginbotham is one of our trusted Historical Fiction authors, I couldn't wait to dig into her notes at the end. As usual she did her research and didn't jump on the myths and false accusations so many other writers and Hollywood have done.

    The author gives us the story of The 9 Day Queen through the eyes of Frances Grey and Jane Dudley. I'm not rehashing the plot here, but basically Frances' daughter Jane and Jane's son Guildford are brought together for one of the most interesting and rumor filled speculative stories in history of how they were put on the throne.

    Why 4.5 stars and not 5? Only because the first person narrative was a little confusing in the beginning. Especially if you put the book down and without finishing the chapter. Also Higginbotham can throw you with calling a person by his name in one paragraph and using only his title the next. Even though I'm familiar with the characters even I had to check the character list in the front throughout the book.

    This is a typical Higginbotham read. Great insight. Great storytelling without the fluff. If you want to know about Jane Grey or like me think you know all about her, read this!

    5 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 26, 2012

    Worth the waiting

    The writing of Ms Higginbotham on this, her latest, continues her magic of making the reader transported to those long ago times. It is well worthed waiting for the release on e-book. Like all the other magnificent novels, entertains and educates. Already waiting for her next.

    3 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 26, 2012

    Agree! Great book!

    This a different perspective of how Jane Grey was queen for nine days. The story is told by Frances Grey and Jane Dudley and tells the story as a wife and mother. Well Done!

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 4, 2012

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    Fabulous Historical Fiction

    Susan Higginbotham has done it again…she’s written an amazing book telling the story of Lady Jane Grey from the point of view of her mother. Frances Grey is often demonized in historical fiction and in film, so it is truly refreshing to find a novel that deals with her as a human being. As always, Susan breathes life into the past. Check out this novel…if you place yourself in Susan’s capable hands, you will not be disappointed.

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 21, 2013

    Great book

    A great read

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 9, 2013

    Excellent Book

    I was so touched by the people in this book. Hard to accept what happened to this young girl. Thank God I live in a time where I have some say over my life. Made me really appreciate not having to answer to a King.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 15, 2013

    A little slow

    A little slow, but a pretty good read.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 1, 2013

    Blech. Pablum.

    Boring. Seriously. Same story over over over . . . Can we not have better?

    1 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 30, 2012

    Amazing book

    I love love love this book its so cool

    1 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 14, 2014

    I was so excited when the lovelys at Sourcebooks gifted this boo

    I was so excited when the lovelys at Sourcebooks gifted this book to me during BEA12. As a Historian, I adore The Tudors, and will gobble up any and all books that have to do with the period. Anne Boleyn is my absolute favorite of King Henry VIII's wives, and with the exception of Queen Elizabeth, I love reading about Jane Grey.

    This book was all about Jane Grey as told through the eyes of her mother and mother-in-law. Before I started reading this book I had a conversation with my friend about the lack of variety in the names of people during this time. Every girl was named Jane, Elizabeth, Margaret, Mary, or Katherine. Boys had names like Henry, Edward, John, James, or Richard. That often makes following stories like this a little hard to do. Knowing how this can be confusing, the producers of the Tudors changed peoples names to avoid this confusion. This book is one that should have done that. I was often confused not only by who was being spoken about but also who was talking.

    I sort of hated how the narrator switched back and forth, often I had no idea who was talking and who they were talking about. Even when she mentioned their titles (Somerset and Suffolk) it got all very confusing. I had a really hard time keeping names and people straight, which can be understandable as there were a lot of key players during this time period.

    I thought the writing was wonderful although I came to a point where I would just start skimming because it was difficult to focus on some parts. There were many times (as happens with HF) that things just didn't matter and that made the story progress slowly. I did like that the story was told from a very different perspective. When I seek out books regarding Jane Grey, I never really thought of a book about her from the perspective of her mother in law.

    All in all it was an interesting book, but I should have gone into this expecting a longer read, but I didn't and that was my own fault. I still might read more by Higginbotham, but not one with multiple narrators. Either way a fun new way to look at Queen Mary and King Edward.

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  • Posted May 30, 2014

    Great read, well researched

    I couldn't put this pne down. Even though I knew much of the story, the author kept me turning pages to see what was next. I will be looking for more books by this writer.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 2, 2014

    Confusing

    The story was well written and quite good, however, there were so many people with the same name it was difficult to keep track.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 4, 2013

    Boring... up top who doesn't like the book.

    Boring book ever can they make any other book that doesn't makes me go to sleep... yawn yawn yawning ... and yawning again.

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 29, 2012

    Recommended!

    I love Susan Higginbotham, and she has done it again. A highly entertaining book about a little known historical era. I love Ms. Higginbotham's books because they are always a facinating read, and I learn about real history.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 29, 2012

    Recommended.

    I enjoyed the book and reading another version of historical events. The author's notes also explains his writing.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 29, 2012

    Highly recommend

    I enjoyed this book. Highly recommend for those who love history.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 28, 2012

    An interesting read about history that we thought we already kne

    An interesting read about history that we thought we already knew. Made me realize how interesting history can be.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 28, 2012

    Life in the fast lane

    Life in the fast lane of old England hearkens of intrigue and danger. The one in favor today is the one out of favor tomorrow thus can find themselves at the gallows and or with ones pretty neck stretched across the wood.

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  • Posted December 28, 2012

    Highly recommended for anyone interested in Tudor intrigue!

    I was not familiar with this author, but was very pleasantly surprised. This is a well written history of the convoluted family intrigues that led to the tragic story of Lady Jane Grey--the Nine Days Queen. Story is told from the various view points of the contending fsmilies that nicely illustrate how the teen-age Jane could ascend and them lose the throne and her head.

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