Many of them recognized her, and all seemed to be aware that she was to be married. She sat her palfrey demurely and, with her long hair falling round her shoulders, was a charming sight.
“God bless the little bride!” the people cried.
The bridegroom was somewhat disappointing. She was not sure why. Robert Devereux was a handsome enough boy. But although he was two years older than she was, he seemed younger.
“He has not the incomparable looks of his father,” people said; and others retorted: “Look where they led him.”
But all was well now. The Essex wealth and estates had been returned to young Robert, and James the King was eager to honor him.
The youth of the bridal pair enchanted everyone.
“Of course they are too young as yet….”
“But what an alliance!”
“It’s as well to make it when they’re young, for marriage at twelve and fourteen is as binding as at any other time.”
Binding, pondered Frances. She was bound to this shy boy!
They sat side by side at the wedding feast; he scarcely spoke, but she chattered away; and if she was disappointed in him, he was not with her. He thought his bride all that a bride should be.
She explained to him that the man who had written the masque which was now being performed, and who was taking the principal part in it, was Ben Jonson, the leading dramatist and actor who had been engaged for their pleasure.
“Look at the dancers!” she cried. “And is the scenery not wonderful? Did you know that Inigo Jones made the scenery?”
Robert said that he had heard it was so; and there were not two better artists in the Kingdom than Ben Jonson and Inigo Jones.
Frances clasped her hands together and stared ahead of her at Hymen, who was bringing forward his bride; dancers were springing from the great globe which Jonson was turning; and never had Frances seen such an array of jewels, never such dancing that was both wild and graceful.
“Oh what a wonderful wedding this is!” she cried.
“I am so happy because you are,” Robert told her.
“We shall dance together when the masque is over.”
“I do not dance well,” Robert told her.
“I do. I dance beautifully, and people will look at me, not you.”
“Yes,” said Robert humbly, “I suppose they will.”
“Soon we must speak to the King and Queen,” she told him. “Are you afraid?”
“A little.”
“I am not. I long to speak to them.”
She stared enrapt at the table at which the Royal Family were sitting, and as she did so Prince Henry looked in her direction, and for a few seconds they gazed at each other.
Frances felt suddenly angry.
In the privacy of home the Howards always said that the only family good enough to mate with was the Royal family.
Frances believed it. That boy seated on the right hand of his father, so handsome in a rather ethereal way, was the one who should have been her husband.
If Frances Howard had been married that day to the heir to the throne she would have been completely happy.
Did she want to be Queen then? Was that her ambition? But she had not thought of that until this moment.
There was something about that boy which appealed to her. She thought: If he were my husband I should insist that I was old enough to be truly married.
Yet he might have been slightly younger than she was. He was aware of her though, she was sure of it.
She turned to look at Robert and a slight distaste curled the corners of her mouth.
He said to her then: “You know I have to go abroad very soon? I have to learn how to be a soldier and how to speak foreign languages. It is all part of my education. Now that I am married I shall long to come back to my wife.”
Frances did not answer. She scarcely heard Robert. She was imagining that she was married to Prince Henry and remembering some words she had heard a little while ago.
“It’s the way to get what you want … if you’re bold enough.”
Where had she heard that? And was it true?
She remembered then. It was Jennet, the sly girl who always seemed to know so much more than the others.
Robert moved a little closer to her and took her hand in his.
Many watching smiled indulgently, telling themselves that they had rarely seen such a charming bride and groom.
The farewells had been said. Robert had gone abroad; Frances had returned to the country while her parents stayed at Court pursuing their exciting life.
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