The Lady in the Tower: Queens of England Series

The Lady in the Tower: Queens of England Series

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by Jean Plaidy
     
 

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One of history’s most complex and alluring women comes to life in this classic novel by the legendary Jean Plaidy.

Young Anne Boleyn was not beautiful but she was irresistible, capturing the hearts of kings and commoners alike. Daughter of an ambitious country lord, Anne was sent to France to learn sophistication, and then to court to marry well and raise the

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One of history’s most complex and alluring women comes to life in this classic novel by the legendary Jean Plaidy.

Young Anne Boleyn was not beautiful but she was irresistible, capturing the hearts of kings and commoners alike. Daughter of an ambitious country lord, Anne was sent to France to learn sophistication, and then to court to marry well and raise the family’s fortunes. She soon surpassed even their greatest expectations. Although his queen was loving and loyal, King Henry VIII swore he would put her aside and make Anne his wife. And so he did, though the divorce would tear apart the English church and inflict religious turmoil and bloodshed on his people for generations to come.

Loathed by the English people, who called her “the King’s Great Whore,” Anne Boleyn was soon caught in the trap of her own ambition. Political rivals surrounded her at court and, when she failed to produce a much-desired male heir, they closed in, preying on the king’s well-known insecurity and volatile temper. Wrongfully accused of adultery and incest, Anne found herself imprisoned in the Tower of London, where she was at the mercy of her husband and of her enemies.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781400047857
Publisher:
Crown Publishing Group
Publication date:
06/24/2003
Series:
Queens of England Series , #4
Edition description:
Reprint
Pages:
400
Sales rank:
518,526
Product dimensions:
5.15(w) x 8.00(h) x 2.50(d)

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The Prisoner

HERE I LIE IN MY DARK PRISON. I hear voices in the night—those who were here before me, those who had suffered as I am suffering now, numbed by fear, without hope, the prisoners of the King.

They came for me yesterday, and we glided along the river to the great gray Tower. Many times had I seen it before but never with such fearful clarity. Once I came here in great pomp and glory—and that only three years ago—and never for one moment then would it have seemed possible that one day I should be brought here—a prisoner.

It was May then as now and the people crowded the river banks to see me pass. I was proud, so confident, so sure of my power. At the prow of my state barge was the stem of gold with branches of red and white roses—symbolic of York and Lancaster, which the King displayed on every occasion to remind people that the Tudors had united the warring factions; and among those roses was my very own symbol, the White Falcon, with the motto "Me and Mine."

How had I come to pass from such adulation to bitter rejection in three short years? Was it my fault? I must be in some measure to blame. When did I cease to be the adored one and become the outcast?

The people had not cheered me even in my day of triumph. They did not like me. All their affection was for Queen Katharine. They did not accept me. "We will have none of her," they cried. "Queen Katharine is our true Queen." They would have abused me if they had dared. The people were my enemies, but I had greater and more powerful enemies than they were. Now they would be openly gathering against me; even during the days of my triumph they had sought to destroy me; how much more assiduously would they work against me now! And they had succeeded, for I was the King's prisoner.

As I passed through the gate the clock was striking five, and each stroke was like a funeral knell.

Sir William Kingston, the Lieutenant of the Tower, was waiting for me. I murmured to myself: "Oh, Lord help me, as I am guiltless of that wherefore I am accused."

I turned to William Kingston and said: "Mr. Kingston, do I go into a dungeon?"

And he replied: "No, Madam, to your lodging where you lay at your coronation."

They took me there and I laughed. I could not stop laughing, for I, who had come in such pomp and glory just three years ago, now was here in the same apartment...a prisoner.

Had they brought me here purposely to remind me? Was it a touch of that exquisite torture which so many of my enemies knew so well how to administer?

My women tried to soothe me. They knew the nature of that wild laughter; and in time I was quiet.

I thought: I will write to him, I will move him with my words. I will remind him of how it once was between us.

I wrote and I destroyed what I wrote. Again and again I took up my pen and tried to appeal to him.

"Your Grace's displeasure and my imprisonment are things so strange unto me that what to write or what to excuse, I am altogether ignorant..."

That was not true. I did know and I would not make it easy for him. I knew him well—his reasoning, his sanctimonious excuses, his mean, hypocritical nature, his passionate desires all cloaked in piety. No, I would not make it easy for him.

My angry pen flew on. My lack of discretion had often turned people against me, but I was reckless. I was fighting for my life. I would let him know that I was aware of the real reason why he wanted to be rid of me.

"...that Your Grace may be at liberty, both before God and man, not only to execute worthy punishment on me as an unfaithful wife, but to follow your affections already settled on that party for whose sake I am now as I am..."

Angrily I wrote—more vehement perhaps because I was now in the position of the discarded wife.

He would be angry. He would try to pretend that it was not because he desired another woman that he wished to be rid of me. He was a past master—not of deceiving others, for those about him saw through his utterings and posturings as clearly as I did—but of deceiving himself.

He was superstitious, fearful of ill luck; he committed his sins with one eye on Heaven, hoping to pull the wool over the eyes of God and His angels as he thought he did over those of his ministers and courtiers.

"But if you have already determined of me that not only my death but an infamous slander must bring you the joying of your desired happiness, then I desire of God that He will pardon your great sin herein and likewise my enemies, the instruments thereof and that He will not call you to a straight account of your unprincely and cruel usage of me..."

I was again on the verge of hysterical laughter. I must calm myself. Others had suffered like this before me. This place was full of the ghosts of martyrs. What was so important about one more?

I sealed the letter. I would send it to the King. I wrote on it "From the Lady in the Tower."

It must give him twinges of conscience. His conscience was important to him. He referred to it constantly; and knowing him well, I believed that it did exist.

I could see him in my mind's eye so clearly...those days at Hever and at Court...his little eyes alight with desire for me, his cruel mouth suddenly soft and tender...for me. How he had wanted me! He had fought for me with that tenacity which was a part of his nature; he had been determined to have me. For me he had shaken the foundations of the Church; and however much he declared he did it to satisfy his conscience, he knew...the whole world knew...that he had done it for me.

So where did it change? There must have been some point where I started to go downhill. When? I could have stopped myself perhaps.

I remembered early days at Blickling and Hever and later at Court where I was surrounded by those who loved me. My dearest brother George, my friends, Thomas and Mary Wyatt, Norris, Weston, Brereton—the wits and poets of the Court. We had talked of life and death, of ambition and achievement; we had come to the conclusion that we were all masters of our fate. The wise knew how to recognize danger before it reached them, to step aside and let it pass by. We were what we made ourselves.

That was George's theory. Some of the others disputed it; and in a Court where living was precarious and once-great men could be brought low in the space of an hour it was a debatable conclusion.

But in my heart I believed there was some truth in it, for if a man or woman did not wish to face danger he or she could stay away from where danger would most likely be—and nowhere in the country was that more than at Court.

So where did I go wrong? Where was that moment when I could have averted the danger?

I could have produced a son; but that was not in my power. I had my sweet daughter Elizabeth and I loved her dearly, though I did not want to think of her, for I greatly feared what would become of her. She had her governess, a good friend of mine. I trusted Lady Bryan for she loved the child well and her husband was a kinsman of my family. When the power had been mine I had always looked after my own family.

But I must not think of Elizabeth now. It is too distressing and could do no good.

But if I had had a son this would not have happened. Henry would have been unfaithful, but the ambitious Seymour brothers would not have been able to guide their silly sister; she would have become his mistress no doubt and I should have been expected to accept that. I should have raged against them; I should have been insulted and humiliated, but I should not be in this doleful prison in the Tower.

No. I had taken a false step somewhere. All through the waiting years I had managed—with consummate skill, all would agree—to hold him at bay, to refuse him until I could take an honorable position beside him. Suppose I had not done this? Then I should now be a cast-off mistress instead of a Queen in a Tower.

I put my fingers to my throat. It was long and slender. It added an elegance to my figure. I accentuated it as I did all my assets and I disguised my defects, with success, I believe. I could almost feel the sword there.

All through the waiting years I had known I must hold him off. I knew him as the hunter and his delight in pursuit. As long as it remained the chase he was determined to succeed. But the joys of capture were brief.

I should have known. I should have realized even as the crown was placed upon my head that it was there precariously.

I knew well the man on whom my fate depended. None knew him better. I should have realized that my life depended on one who was not to be relied on. His fancies faded as quickly as they came. I had been bemused because he had pursued me so ardently and with such persistence. The years of the chase had been long; those of possession short. When had he begun to weary? When had he begun to realize all he had done for me and to ask himself whether it had been worthwhile? What did he think now of his public quarrel with the Pope and the power of Rome—all for a woman who had ceased to interest him?

I should never have become involved with him. I should have escaped while there was time. I should have married Henry Percy. I should have died of the Sweat. Then this would never have come to pass.

Somewhere along the years the fault lay with me. Where? I would seek it. It would occupy me in my prison. It would keep my thoughts in the past, away from contemplation of the fearful future.

I would go back to those happy days at Blickling and Hever, to the glitter of the Court of France, my return to England—a young girl knowledgeable beyond her years, brought up in the most sophisticated and elegant Court in the world. That was what had made me what I was, and what I was had brought me to my present state. I wanted to recall it in detail...and while I waited here in my prison I would do so.

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OHARADN More than 1 year ago
My first by Jean Plaidy but, not my last. For several years of heavy historical fiction reading, I've been reading around Anne B. I think this may be one of my first from her point of view. While I realize that there has been some more study of the period and a re-examination of mutiple players, still a great read. A compeling and potentially probable retelling of some major events and motivation behind them.
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MBOLEY More than 1 year ago
This is a page turner. I have always been facinated with Anne Boleyn due to English history and the spelling of my last name. Anyway, this is such a pivital point in history with the break from the Church of Rome, the establishment of the Church of England, Henry Tudor's (VIII) struggles with siring an heir and Anne's tragic beheading. GET THIS BOOK. THE WHOLE SERIES IS FASCINATING. JEAN PLAIDY AND HER OTHER PEN NAME'S BOOKS ARE WELL WORTH READING!!!!
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GailCooke More than 1 year ago
To hear versatile actress Anne Flosnik read The Lady in the Tower is to be transported to 16th century England, to the court of Henry VIII. While Henry was, indeed, a contradictory figure his court was even more so, filled with plotting, scheming, betrayals of trust. Flosnik's voice itself takes us there with a distinct, brisk British accent. Her tone is both soft and firm. Add to this voice her acting ability and you have an exemplary performance, one that holds listeners rapt even though most know the outcome.

Throughout history we find women who intrigue, their stories captivating us even after centuries have past. Surely few of those lives are as compelling as that of Anne Boleyn.

History does not accurately record the date of her birth with guesses ranging from 1501 - 1507. What is known is that as a young girl she was sent to France, to the household of Mary, Henry VIII's sister who was the wife of Louis XII. She returned to England in 1921 to prepare for a marriage which did not take place. Following this she had relationships with several men. Anne was an ambitious woman, and eventually caught the eye of Henry VIII who was then married to Catherine of Aragon.

Catch Henry's eye she did and more. When she refused to become his mistress he decided to divorce Catherine and marry Anne. The marriage did finally take place after she became pregnant with his child, a girl. Anne never produced a son; Henry's attention soon turned to another. She reigned for a brief three years as Queen and the drama of those days continues to attract us.

Highly recommended

- Gail Cooke
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Guest More than 1 year ago
Having read 'Murder Most Royal' I KNEW I was setting myself up for disappointment when I purchased another novel, written by the same author, on the same subject. Ms. Plaidy repeated herself numerous times, to the point I found it humorous. Her stories from one novel to the next are conflicting. Understanding the time frame in which these books were written, and the numerous amounts of information discovered in the last 15 years with regards to Anne Boleyn, I still found the book lacking in so much as the grace, the splendor, and the tone in which she wrote 'Murder Most Royal.' It was almost as if she just threw words down on pages and struggled to get through the story. Wasn't great for me, however, others may enjoy it!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I had read 'Murder Most Royal' by Jean Plaidy and it's also about Anne Boleyn and I hated it. So, I was a bit worried about this one, but it was absolutely amazing! The scene is set marvelously the description of Henry was really good, unlike any other book I've read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was an amazing retelling of Anne Boleyn. That she did not start her life as the coniving evil 'witch' as history puts her. For most part she was a pawn by her family, forced to use her charm and wit on the King. This was an amazing book focused on the cruelties and backstabbings of Henry's court, and Anne's struggle to take control of her life by 'bewitching' King Henry the eighth.I would suggest that one should read The Other Boleyn Girl by Philippa Gregory, and see the authors different views on Anne Boleyn.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this novel, it was alot different then the histoical novels I was used to. After I completed it I felt I had a new understanding of Anne Boleyn. I think Ms. Plaidy really did her justice.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have always been interested in these types of books. Anne had to grow up fast and she eventually paid for her mistakes, but you can't help but feel sorry for her. I love this book!!!