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第118章 JANE SEYMOUR(13)

"But how as compared with the late--that is, the present queen, for, poor soul! she has yet some hours to live," rejoined Shoreditch."How, as compared with her?""Why, I think Jane Seymour the more lovely, Undoubtedly," replied Henry."But I may be prejudiced.""Not in the least, friend," said Cutbeard."You but partake of your royal master's humour.Jane Seymour is beautiful, no doubt, and so was Anne Boleyn.Marry! we shall see many fair queens on the throne.The royal Henry has good taste and good management.He sets his subjects a rare example, and shows them how to get rid of troublesome wives.We shall all divorce or hang our spouses when we get tired of them.Ialmost wish I was married myself, that I might try the experiment-ha! ha !""Well, here's the king's health!" cried Shoreditch, "and wishing him as many wives as he may desire.What say you, friend?" he added, turning to Henry."Will you not drink that toast?"I"That will I," replied Henry; "but I fancy the king will be content for the present with Mistress Jane Seymour.""For the present, no doubt," said Hector Cutbeard; "but the time will come--and ere long--when Jane will be as irksome to him as Anne is now.""Ah, God's death, knave! darest thou say so?" cried Henry furiously.

"Why, I have said nothing treasonable, I hope? "rejoined Cutbeard, turning pale; "I only wish the king to be happy in his own way.And as he seems to delight in change of wives, I pray that he may have it to his heart's content.""A fair explanation," replied Henry, laughing.

"Let me give a health, my masters!" cried a tall archer, whom no one had hitherto noticed, rising in one corner of the room."It is--The headsman of Calais, and may he do his work featly tomorrow!""Hal ha! ha! a good toast! "cried Hector Cutbeard.

"Seize him who has proposed it!" cried the king, rising; "it is Herne the Hunter!""I laugh at your threats here as elsewhere, Harry," cried Herne."We shall meet tomorrow."And flinging the horn cup in the face of the man nearest him, he sprang through an open window at the back, and disappeared.

Both Cutbeard and Shoreditch were much alarmed lest the freedom of their expressions should be taken in umbrage by the king; but he calmed their fears by bestowing a good humoured buffet on the cheek of the latter of them, and quitting the hostel, returned to the castle by the same way he had left it.

On the following morning, about ten o'clock, he rode into the great park, attended by a numerous train.His demeanour was moody and stern, and a general gloom pervaded the company.Keeping on the western side of the park, the party crossed Cranbourne chase; but though they encountered several fine herds of deer, the king gave no orders to uncouple the hounds.

At last they arrived at that part of the park where Sandpit Gate is now situated, and pursuing a path bordered by noble trees, a fine buck was suddenly unharboured, upon which Henry gave orders to the huntsmen and others to follow him, adding that he.himself should proceed to Snow Hill, where they would find him an hour hence.

All understood why the king wished to be alone, and for what purpose he was about to repair to the eminence in question, and therefore, without a word, the whole company started off in the chase.

Meanwhile, the king rode slowly through the woods, often pausing to listen to the distant sounds of the hunters, and noticing the shadows on the greensward as they grew shorter, and proclaimed the approach of noon.At length he arrived at Snow Hill, and stationed himself beneath the trees on its summit.

From this point a magnificent view of the castle, towering over its pomp of woods, now covered with foliage of the most vivid green, was commanded.The morning was bright and beautiful, the sky cloudless, and a gentle rain had fallen over night, which had tempered the air and freshened the leaves and the greensward.The birds were singing blithely in the trees, and at the foot of the hill crouched a herd of deer.

All was genial and delightful, breathing of tenderness and peace, calculated to soften the most obdurate heart.

The scene was not without its effect upon Henry; but a fierce tumult raged within his breast.He fixed his eyes on the Round Tower, which was distinctly visible, and from which he expected the signal, and then tried to peer into the far horizon.But he could discern nothing.A cloud passed over the sun, and cast a momentary gloom over the smiling landscape.At the same time Henry's fancy was so powerfully excited, that he fancied he could behold the terrible tragedy enacting at the.

Tower.

"She is now issuing forth into the green in front of Saint Peter's Chapel,"said Henry to himself."I can see her as distinctly as if I were there.Ah, how.beautiful she looks! and how she moves all hearts to pity! Suffolk, Richmond, Cromwell, and the Lord Mayor are there to meet her.She takes leave of her weeping attendants--she mounts the steps of the scaffold firmly - she looks round, and addresses the spectators.How silent they are, and how clearly and musically her voice sounds! She blesses me.--I hear It!--I feel it here! Now she disrobes herself, and prepares for the fatal axe.It is wielded by the skilful executioner of Calais, and he is now feeling its edge.Now she takes leave of her dames, and bestows a parting gift on each.Again she kneels.and prays.She rises.The fatal moment is at hand.Even now she retains her courage-- she approaches the block, and places her head upon it.The axe is raised--ha!"The exclamation was occasioned by a flash of fire from the battlements of the Round Tower, followed by a volume of smoke, and in another second the deep boom of a gun was heard.

At the very moment that the flash was seen, a wild figure, mounted on a coal-black steed, galloped from out the wood, and dashed towards Henry, whose horse reared and plunged as he passed.

"There spoke the knell of Anne Boleyn!" cried Herne, regarding Henry sternly, and pointing to the Round Tower."The bloody deed is done, and thou art free to wed once more.Away to Wolff Hall, and bring thy new consort to Windsor Castle!"

THUS ENDS THE SIXTH AND LAST BOOK OF THE CHRONICLE OFWINDSOR CASTLE

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