The Sixth Wife

The Sixth Wife

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by Suzannah Dunn
     
 

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A gripping novel of love, passion, betrayal, and heartbreak in the unstable Tudor court following the death of King Henry VIII

Clever, level-headed Katherine Parr has suffered through four years of marriage to the aging and irascible King Henry VIII—and she has survived, unlike the five wives who came before her. But less than

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A gripping novel of love, passion, betrayal, and heartbreak in the unstable Tudor court following the death of King Henry VIII

Clever, level-headed Katherine Parr has suffered through four years of marriage to the aging and irascible King Henry VIII—and she has survived, unlike the five wives who came before her. But less than a year after the old king's death, her heart is won by the dashing Thomas Seymour, and their hasty union undoes a lifetime of prudent caution.

An unwilling witness to the queen's late-blossoming love, Catherine, Duchess of Suffolk, harbors nagging suspicions of Kate's handsome and ambitious new husband. But as Catherine is drawn deeper into the web of politics ensnaring her oldest friend, it gradually becomes clear that she has her own dark tale to tell. For though Thomas might betray his wife for power, Catherine might betray her for passion, risking everything she has in a world where love is a luxury not even royalty can easily afford.

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ISBN-13:
9780007232420
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
01/15/2007
Pages:
320
Product dimensions:
6.12(w) x 9.18(h) x 1.04(d)

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The Sixth Wife
A Novel

Chapter One

I won't testify. They'll get no help from me. Not that they need it, the trial being a formality. It's over already for him. No need for this investigation, the intimidation and confessions. And anyway they should have left him to it, saved themselves the bother. He'd have ended up doing the job for them. He'd have got nowhere, in the end. Got away with nothing.

It seems they have little better to do, though, than rubbish the memory of a good woman who's barely cold in the ground. That's what's happening: it's making her look bad, what they're digging up on her widower. Making her look as if she was beguiled and hapless.

Kate?

Listen: she'd dealt with it; it was all dealt with. She'd dealt with Thomas and the mess he'd made. She'd saved everybody's skin.

One mistake: that was all Thomas was in her life. Could just as easily not have been a fatal one, that mistake; just the turn of events made it fatal.

I won't testify, and if they come for anyone in my household, they'll have me to reckon with.

Which they know.

Which is why they haven't.

I'll tell you something about Kate; I'll tell you what it was about her. She always made everything all right. That's what she did. That was Kate.

And now she's gone. And now look.

I didn't go to her funeral. I arranged it, the day she died, that long, long day of her death. Then, when the next day came around as suddenly as a drawn curtain, I didn't go. I couldn't watch her lowered into that vault.

You could say that I didn't need to go; you could look at it that way.I'd made the arrangements, I already knew that funeral from first moment to last. I'd dressed the chapel, lain drapes over the altar rails and then supervised the men struggling with the black, embroidered hangings. I'd planned the procession, right down to the servants at the rear. Well, someone had to do it. I'd selected the four knights to walk hooded with the pallbearers, and the two torchbearers to walk with them. Then would come Jane, tiny ten-year-old Jane Grey, chief mourner, and I'd coached her maid how to carry her train, forewarned her of steps and loose slabs. The psalms and the sermon: Reverend Coverdale had gone through everything with me.

I'd dressed Kate for her burial, chosen the dress, a dress that I'd loved on her: holly red, running with gold stitching. Kate had colourless eyes like a dawn sky, but she had sunrise hair and I turned it loose for her burial as if she were a girl again.

While the funeral was taking place, I stayed with the baby. I couldn't believe she was our compensation for Kate. Such an unequal exchange. She was like something skinned; she was nothing like my boys had been, born big and with frank, focused gazes. But, then, they were boys: from their first moments, the world was theirs for the taking. The baby was unsettled, so I walked with her. With everyone at the chapel, the house was deserted and I'd never been so alone. It might have been that everyone had died. Everyone in the world, even, so that I could have walked from the house and kept walking but never found anyone again. Just kept walking until I, too, died. From starvation or exhaustion or perhaps sheer loneliness—can you die from loneliness?

I was bone-tired when the baby finally gave in to sleep, so I sat down where I was, nowhere in particular, on a carpet-draped chest in a hallway, my back uncomfortable against the linenfold. Suddenly a nearby door was opening. Who on earth wouldn't be at the funeral? But then I knew. There was indeed one person in the household who wouldn't be there. The one person I didn't want to see. I should have thought of that. Of him. And so there we were, facing each other. My heart was furious, each beat nipping hard. His beauty rankled; he'd always been everything that Kate wasn't, and never more so than today. It was an affront, that bright beauty, on this darkest of days. I wanted to strike it from him.

A frown snatched at his eyes. I knew what he meant: didn't I want to be in chapel?

I said, 'Someone has to look after this baby.'

He looked back at me with no look at all; his incomprehension said, There are nurses for that.

I could have said, I don't have to explain anything to you.

Or I could have said, The nurses are all there, they wanted so much to go, because everyone loved Kate. Everyone, that is, except you.

He said, 'Cathy . . .'

I hugged that oblivious baby to me and turned, walked away.

If she'd never married Thomas, Kate would still be alive. She should have stayed a widow, that last time. The king's death had been her third widowing, and had made her dowager queen. I'd been around while Henry was dying, in case she needed me, but it just so happened that I wasn't with her when they finally came with the news. I'd gone into the gardens to take a few minutes to myself. When I returned to her room, unaware, she asked everyone to leave us. In her hands was one of the pairs of spectacles—silver rims, Venetian lenses—that she'd encouraged Henry to buy and which he'd tended to mislay all over his palaces. She watched everyone leave the room as if their leaving was of some interest to her. Always so polite, Kate. Not until the last of them had gone and only her dogs remained stretched in front of the fireplace did she look at me, and that was when she sighed and closed her eyes. The mildly interested expression went from her face—indeed, all expression went from her face—and she covered it with her hands and began to cry.

The Sixth Wife
A Novel
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Meet the Author

Suzannah Dunn is the author of ten novels in the United Kingdom, including The Sixth Wife and The Queen of Subtleties, both published in the United States as well. She lives in Brighton, England.

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The Sixth Wife 2.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
darlene10 More than 1 year ago
i really enjoyed this book and thought it was the best one of her's that i have read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is one of my favorite books of all time...I highly recommend it to everyone who loves history. I would read this book again and again. Simply a novel.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
I was not alone on this one, I am in a book club and we all came away with the same feeling. The title was misleading, it should have been the sixth wifes back stabing skanky friend, who could not stand Thomas (Katherine Parrs husband) from pass meeting. She knew his reputation. Also, she could not figure out why Katherine Parr would agree to marry such a man and still has the affair with him. Come on people Thomas was not the only man around. I or we expected to read about the sixth wife not her friend.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I was most dissapointed with this book. I don't know why authors writing about Henry VIII and his wives feel it neccessary to add distasteful sexual content to their works, but it doesn't have a place in historical fiction.Also, Katherine seemed a sideshow, the main plot Cathy and her affair with Katherine's slime mold of a husband.
harstan More than 1 year ago
Considered pragmatic by her friends especially the Duchess of Suffolk Catherine Brandon, twice widowed Katherine Parr became the sixth wife of King Henry VIII, a position not known for its longevity. Perhaps it was the experience gained from being wedded to two much older husbands, bur Katherine proved her practical nature by surviving four years with the elderly monarch until he died, making her unique as the Dowager Queen,. Within a few months of becoming a widow again, Katherine marries Thomas Seymour, whom she was in love with before Henry ¿exiled¿ him to Brussels so he could marry her he since has returned to England and become a confidante of Princess Elizabeth. They have a daughter Mary, but was her last marriage a happy one ponders Catherine as Thomas seems more fascinated with the princess than his once royal wife? --- This is an interesting biographical fiction novel that looks deep into the latter part of the life of Katherine Parr, mostly from just after she became a thrice widow. The story is told almost exclusively by Catherine looking back after Katherine has died in 1548 so lacks a historiographic counterpoint as the subject¿s best friend distrusted her last ambitious husband, who she believed married the ¿Widow¿ for her political connections. One interesting side note is that the vernacular used is twenty-first century (explained why by Suzannah Dunn in an afterward) so that purists who prefer Shakespearean English should pass as the idioms are technologically modern thou who find Shakespeare as ¿ye olde¿ English will appreciate the anachronism. Well written, THE SIXTH WIFE provides a fascinating slant on the Tudor age especially life near the top during the five years after Henry¿s demise. --- Harriet Klausner