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CATHARINE HOWARD.
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CATHARINE DECIDES TO BE A QUEEF.
young, white form ; wax candles played a soft light on her like a fountain. The King hobbled forward alone, and knelt with difficulty. We saw him take his signet from a ringer and place it on her limp hand. He raised his arms in the gesture of a priest. We turned and left him chanting the last rites.
The morrow dawned bright and clear, yet a forboding day for Horsham House. Hardly had matins sounded when KafTaeli arrived from Norwich Town, with the King's sister, Bishop Gardiner, and a small retinue. Henry and Norfolk met them on the terrace by the river with such formality as became a Princess of the blood. Norfolk and Margaret walking together, they made a small procession, and entered the Duke's chapel. At length King Henry and Gardiner came forth and walked the gardens in earnest conference. The Bishop in two minds about a matter, was ever nodding ay and nay. Anon the point was settled, and it came upon me that a royal marriage was to be its issue. Henrv. dismissing Gar
diner, sent for Norfolk, who came with leaden feet. He stood before the King almost with defiance, and I looked for a stormy scene. Yet the matter went with dispatch, till I was called away.
Now, what transpired from then till vespers, I know not, being busied with the mounts. As the sun was setting, I came out upon the terrace, and found the King, Princess Margaret and a few courtiers in a flustered group. Margaret lay half-supported in a maid's arms; Henry looked frightened and angry. On coming up I was quizzed if I had seen aught of the Duke; and then the matter came out, Norfolk had disappeared; clean gone, and not a trace or clew. He had been missed these several hours; and the castle searched from keep to cellars.
As we stood there, ruffled, in the dusk, a mist came from the river and wrapped us all about. A shrouded figure was making toward us down the terrace, mayhap, with news. The King, looming large in the vapour, was turned toward it. As the creature