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HAUNTING CHORAL MUSIC

- So this really is the reason you've
come?

Well...

..very well.

Wolsey's daughter.

- It's my religion, I think, that you
do not like.

I love the Gospel.

I follow it. I always will.

Your father understood that.
- My father understood everything.

He understood you betrayed him.

- Pardon me, but if you have this
fixed opinion

and you hold on to it regardless of
evidence or regardless of reason,

how am I to oppose it? I would swear
on something...

- I would know you were a perjurer.

I have been told by those I trust...

..there is no faith or truth in
Cromwell.

- HE SIGHS

CLOPPING OF HOOVES

- What's your business here? Where are
you from?

- From Lincoln. There's trouble. I've
come to tell Lord Cromwell.

- You hold here...
- How did these men get inside the
gate?

- They say there's trouble, sir.
Lincolnshire is up.

- What trouble?

- It started in Louth, sir.

Rebels.

They've attacked Bishop Langland's men
in Horncastle. Killed a man.

Is it true, then? The King's dead?

- Who says so?

- All the east are saying it.

Said he died at midsummer.

- Midsummer? Who rules, then?

- Cromwell, sir.
- Cromwell?

Wipe the shit off your boots, I'll
bring you to a dead king,

you can kneel and beg his pardon.

What did they say about this Cromwell?

- They say he means to pull down the
parish churches,

melt all the crucifixes for cannons to
fire on the poor folk.

He's a devil.

He wants the King's daughter for
himself.

They want his head.

- The rebels demand that the Lady Mary
be made legitimate and restored

to the succession. If she should fall
into their hands...

- Shouldn't we secure her person?
- What do you advise? Chaining her up?

- Keep a watch on her.
- She is watched.

Poor men don't rise without leaders.

Landowners are behind this.

BANGING

- Well, gentlemen, the news is poor
hearing.

I would incline to mercy if this brawl
were to end now.

- I'd counsel you against leniency.

If this should spread to Yorkshire and
north to the border...

- Shall I alert the Duke of Norfolk?

He could turn out his tenants, quiet
the eastern shires.

- No. Keep Norfolk away from me.

Sadler, send to Greenwich for my
armour.

- No, no. Sire, do not risk your
sacred person.

- If the common folk are saying I am
dead, what choice do I have?

- Lord Cromwell's head is their chief
demand.

They believe My Lord has practised
some device or sorcery on the King,

as they claim the Cardinal did before
him.

- Well, I am offended for my prince

that they deem him no more than a
child to be led.

- And, by God, I am offended, too!

I take it ill to be instructed by the
folk of Lincolnshire,

one of the most brute and beastly
shires in all the realm.

How do they presume to dictate which
men I keep about me?

And who will advise me when Lord
Cromwell is put down?

Will these rebels do it?

Colin Clump and Peter Pisspiddle

and old Grandpa Gaphead and his goat?!

Let them remember this.

When I choose a humble man for my
councillor, he is no more humble!

I made my minister

and, by God, I will maintain him!

If I say Cromwell is a lord, then he
is a lord,

and if I say Cromwell's heirs will
follow me and rule England,

then, by God, they will do it!
- HE BANGS FIST

- Keep me informed.

I go to shoot.

Keep my eye in.

- CHUCKLING:
- Well...

..how does it feel...

to be the heir presumptive to England?

He proclaimed you.
- My Lord...

- My ears did not deceive me.

He named you next king, Crumb.

- DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES

- Cromwell!
- My Lord of Norfolk.
- I've no time to talk to you.

I'm only in London to receive my
orders and then get on the road.

North, east - I will go where the King
commands.

I have 600 armed and ready to ride.

I have five cannon - five, and they
are all mine.

And I can whistle up another 1,600 men
in short order.
- No, My Lord.

- No?!

What do you mean, no?
- It's the King's pleasure...

- I'm talking to Cromwell, who has
been to war,

which is more than you have, sir.

- It is the King's pleasure,

as Mr Wriothesley here hoped to
explain,

that you linger neither in London nor
anywhere near his person,

that you repair to your own country,
there to ensure quietness...

- There are no rebels in my country!

- My Lord of Suffolk takes command of
the King's forces.

- Brandon?!

What...? That horse-keeper?

By Saint Jude!

Well, am I to be set aside?

Me, of the best blood that this nation
affords?

I will ride to Hampton Court and meet
my sovereign face-to-face...

- I wouldn't...
- ..for I no doubt that you misreport
me!

The King knows that he has no more
faithful servant in England than me!

Me! Thomas Howard!

- There is another matter, My Lord.

I have a letter from your wife, the
Duchess.

She complains of scant living.

- Let her family keep her.

- If you set your wife aside, you
could at least pension her off.

She's suffered enough already, don't
you think, at your hands?

- In the north parts...

..they use your name to terrify their
children.

"Be quiet", they say, "or Cromwell
will come.

"He will jump down your throat and
bite your liver."

- LORD Cromwell would be more polite.

- Oh, your title is still a novelty.

In their view,

you'll be dead before they have to use
it.

- Please, father, let me go and fight
with Richard.

For the honour of our house.

- You apply to your book, Master
Gregory.

You are not done learning yet.

Look after your father.

- It's from my time in Italy.

Kept me safe.

- My wife?

- We'll bring her to Stepney or
Mortlake.

I'd have her here but if London falls,
this is where they'll come.

- Could it fall?

- You could knock the city walls down
with a dirty look.

CROMWELL CHUCKLES

- Promise me you'll take an escort
with you.

If you were recognised in the
streets...

Thank God I'm not memorable.

What?

- Your man, Bellowe. John Bellowe?

- Yeah.

- The rebels caught him at Louth.

They knew he was your servant.

They blinded him, then they skinned a
bull

and they sewed him into the hide.

They set the dogs on him.

- All this rain,

you'll be lucky to get these cannon
north of Enfield

before you're bogged down.

Master?

- Je ne suis pas d'accord.
Excusez-moi.

I am told you have put the Duke of
Norfolk in a fury.

You know, he thinks this affair will
bring you down.

The rebels demand that "vile blood" be
drained from the Council.

That's your blood, I imagine.

- If your master intends to send aid
to the rebels,

he's left it very late in the year.

- Ah, you call them rebels.

I thought it was merely a few turnips,
sodden with drink.

What interest could my master have in
their proceedings?

- None, unless he's been given bad
advice by someone.

If Lady Mary receives any approaches,

she must report them to me.

I've done all I will do for her.

If she moves one inch towards the
rebels, I'll cut off her head.

- Truly, Thomas, we know this game,
you and I.

I know what you must say, and you know
what I must say.

- Very well, I'll say something new to
you.

If your master subverts my king in his
own country,

I will find ways to make him suffer.

We will unite with the princes of
Germany,

who are your master's subjects, or so
he believes.

HE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY

FAINT CHATTER

- So I hear. It's a shame he doesn't
have more patience.

My Lord Privy Seal.

Chancellor of Augmentations.

- Highness.

Why not ask the King to fetch Lady
Mary here?

- Oh, yes, that'll cheer us up.

- LAUGHTER

Lady Mary's health might improve with
gentle company.

- Or perhaps it is because if Mary is
here with us,

she cannot be taken by the rebels.

Or, for that matter, she resort to
them.

- I would like her company.

I could ask the King, but, erm...

..he is displeased with me because I
am not yet...

- With child.

- WHISPERED:
- It's a way to gain favour.

She has been very kind as well.

- Lady Rochford, could you stand off,
please?

No, further off, with the other
ladies.

- SHE SCOFFS

- This is of great antiquity.

The King gave it to me.

He says it is Roman.

- Huh.

It's possible.

- The King tells me his dreams.

- What dreams?

- Sometimes, when he has, erm...

..you know, visited me...

..he falls asleep in my bed and then
wakes because of his dreams.

He calls out, "Mea culpa! Mea culpa!"

He says his late brother appears to
him...

..to reproach him for the unrest in
his kingdom

and the distress of his people.

- His brother has appeared to him
before, Your Grace, in his dreams.

Perhaps...perhaps all princes...

..are troubled by their conscience in
such a way

in the late hours.

- I, too, am troubled by the distress
of the people.

If anyone asks what we spoke of,

tell them I wanted to show you the
glass and know about the Romans.

- Sir.

- Join us, Crumb!

- We have a name for the leader of the
rebels.

A one-eyed lawyer called Aske.

- Aske? Robert Aske?

- Do you know him, sir?
- To nod to at Gray's Inn.

He used to come down to do business

for the Percys.

- Will you hear me, sir?

Please to bring the Lady Mary back to
Court...

..that I may have comfort in her
society and share her confidence.

- Are you lonely, sweetheart?

Well, of course.

Of course we can have her, if it will
make you merry.

My Lord Privy Seal...
- Sir, my heart is moved by the
divisions that arise

between your subjects and your most
sacred self.

I am only a woman,

I do not presume to be wiser than Your
Majesty, but

my heart misgives when honourable and
devout customs are left off.

- And what customs?
- Nan.

- Your Grace.

- Your people want the Pope of Rome.

They want statues they've known all
their lives,

and blessed candles and holy days.

- Your grace...
- Let her be.

She must be instructed.

Madam, what you fail to grasp is that
the Bishop of Rome

is merely a foreign prince out to
conquer, if he can.

I will have no alien interfere with my
rule,

and I will allow no traitor to shelter
behind the cross of Christ.

- They would still pray for the King
if they could pray for the Pope too.

- Pardon me, Your Grace, but there can
be no double jurisdiction.

Either the King rules, or the Pope.

- Her grace will withdraw.
- They are too much burdened with
taxes.

My Lord, take care of your thoughts as
well as your deeds.

What you refuse by day will haunt you
by night.

Your Majesty knows this.
- Jane!

Jane.

Understand this.

A prince answers before the strait
court of heaven for his proceedings,

and when he dies he shall be judged by
standards

of which ordinary men are quit.

I am the earthly shepherd of all God's
sheep, rich and poor.

It is my part to provide for their
corporeal welfare

and their spiritual good.

This duty is laid on me, and the world
shall see me discharge it.

- Amen to that.

- APPLAUSE

- We will consider all lawful
petitions.

However...

..when you are fruitful,

that is when we will give ear to your
complaints.

- My Lady, come.

Just tell me - you don't believe these
stories against me, do you?

Do you, Cremuel?

- WHIMPERING

CRACK OF THUNDER

RATTLING

HEAVY BREATHING

DOOR SLAMS HASTY FOOTSTEPS

DOOR OPENS

- York has fallen.

- CROMWELL SIGHS

Have you told the King?
- He waits for you in the Chantry
Chapel.

- I was thinking of Wolf Hall.

The summer before.

I was happy there.

Yet here I am,

one summer passed and one winter
passing.

I have bastardised both my
daughters...

..I have no heir,

and, as I understand, no hope of one.

My subjects are in rebellion, my
coffers are empty

and my cradle empty, too.

A man who has reigned 28 years

should be able to place his faith in
his liege men.

But behind the banner of these
rebels...

..lie other hidden banners...

..of the Poles and the Courtenays.

They raise this rebellion in the hope
that the Pope

will send another king, my cousin
Reginald Pole by name...

..who will wed my daughter Mary and
turn me out to beg.

This is why I have asked you to bring
Pole before me.

Or, if you cannot...

..rid me of him by some other means.

And yet you seem unable to get hold of
him.

Perhaps I should bring Stephen
Gardiner back from France,

since you don't seem to know what to
do.

Norfolk, I suppose, must be permitted
to ride north.

York.

How could York fall?

- BAND PLAYS

- 1,600...

- Why does Henry do this now? This
feast.

Why at such a time?
- Because he must,

precisely now, when none expects it.

- I'm for the north.
- Your Grace's rights are restored.

Take your seat, Gregory.

- The almanacs said this would be a
great year for surprises,

and here's the Lady Mary back at
Court,

long before she was looked for.

This is your work, Crumb.
- But you are mistaken, Fitz.

As you'll remember, it was the Queen
who requested Lady Mary's presence.

My Lady.

I thought you had forbidden Sexton the
court, sire.

- True.

I boxed his ears.

But poor fellow has no other way to
make a living.

Have you not had your supper?

Take your place.

- Lower, Tom. Go lower!

- LAUGHTER

- Which is the seat for the
blacksmith's lad?

- Very good.
- Very good.

- Go lower, Tom!

Trot on till you get to Putney!

- LAUGHTER

- The commons cry for bread, Majesty.

Why not give them...Crumb?

- LAUGHTER

- He is an impertinent fellow, but you
must take it in good part, My Lord.

- I do.

- If the Emperor comes, you will be
crumbed and fried!

- LAUGHTER

- You will be s-s-s-sizzled like the
heretic Tyndale!

- We don't know that Tyndale is
burned.

- Oh, Tom, I can smell him from here!
- HE COUGHS

LAUGHTER AND JEERING

- Oh, Tyndale!

- LAUGHTER

- COUGHING, LAUGHTER

- Tyndale!

- DOOR CLOSES

I'm glad to see you back at Court, My
Lady.

I hope they're keeping you warm,
well-provisioned.

- I am well looked after.

And it is your doing that I am brought
back, I think.

- I have to ask you, My Lady, have you
not been approached?

- The rebels may use my name but they
have no permission from me.

- Careful.

Careful, Mary.

- I hear the Council is discussing a
marriage for me

with the Duke of Orleans.

As I predicted.

- The French are discussing it. I'm
not sure we are.

You see yourself with a Spanish
husband, very likely.

- You would not wish me to marry a
Spaniard, I think.

They might seek to use me as the
figurehead for an invasion.

You would...

prefer me to marry an Englishman.

- I would prefer you to marry as the
King commands.

- You see?

I am wearing your verses...

..in praise of obedience.

Though my father gave them me, I know
their origin.

Why did you wait so long to come to
Hunsdon...

..when you wished me to sign the oath?

- Cardinal Wolsey used to say,

"Show your power by your absence."

You would have refused if I came
earlier.

- Perhaps.

And if I had, I would now be dead.

Instead, I am here...

..at my father's side.

- You look very well today, My Lady.
Crimson is your favourite colour...

- You change the subject.

Do not make light of what you have
done for me.

You saved me when I was drowning in
folly.

When I was almost past recovery.

Your care of me...

..has been so tender.

Like that of a father.

- What did she want?

- To thank me for caring for her like
a father.

- A father?

- She's heard the rumours that I want
to marry her.

She's warning me off.

DOOR CREAKS OPEN

- Awake early.

- He hasn't slept.

- 50,000.

The rebel army has grown. They now
have 50,000 men in the field.

There is no army the King can muster
that could meet such a force.

- Then what do we do?

- So, Christophe, what do we do?

- CROMWELL LAUGHS

That's right, we lie.

They have might, we have winter. We
offer them a truce.

We promise them Jane will be crowned
in York,

we promise them a parliament in the
north,

we promise them a general pardon.

In the meantime, winter creeps in,

food grows scarce,

disease breaks out.

Time is on our side.

Lady Rochford.
- Lord Privy Seal.

- Well, well, well.

Well, well, well.

Ah!

- She's beautiful.

- Well done, Seymour.

- Lady Mary avoids looking at you.

Perhaps it is only for the great love
that she bears you.

Or perhaps, now that the King has
spared her

and brought her back to Court, she
feels she no longer needs you.

- Your Grace.

- My Lord Privy Seal.

- Your Grace, may God in his own good
time make you a happy mother also.

I think...I think Nan Seymour sets a
glad example.

- Does she?

I should hardly be a happy mother if I
have a girl.

I should think I'll be sent back to
Wolf Hall in a basket.

- CROMWELL SCOFFS

"I shall hardly be a happy mother if I
have a girl." What's that?

- Yes, it's true. Her courses have not
come.

Her titties are swollen. I mean, she
will not speak till she is sure.

Let's hope it's stuck fast, eh?

Make sure you're on hand when she
tells Henry.

He will be in a humour to hand out
favours.

He might give you whatever it is that
you lack.

Which isn't much, is it, My Lord Privy
Seal?

- CHEERING

- A great day for England!

- This will put an end to the
rebellion!

- Yes! Yes, it will!

- LAUGHTER

- God save the King!

- Yes, sire, because there is not a
man or woman in England

who does not wish Your Majesty well
and pray on his knees nightly

that the Queen will give you a sturdy
boy!

- CHEERING

DOOR CLOSES

FAINT CHATTER

- This actually was the most
delicious.

- Was it? It was a recipe that was
recommended to me.

I passed it on to the cooks.
- Mm-hm. You should try some.

- No, I don't think so. Not this time.
- This isn't all for me.

- Felicitations, Your Grace.

- Quails. The Lisles send them from
Calais by the crate.

As you can see, she sets into them as
though

- THEY LAUGH

- They're fed on the boat to keep them
fat

but, even so, she must have more.

- Yes. Yes!

And I shall have more at supper, and
fatter.

- LAUGHTER

No harm in that.

The King likes a woman to show her
appetite.

And now, of course...

- Will you join us, My Lord?

- I cannot. Holbein is here.

SHE SIGHS

How long will she have to stand?

- She can sit if she wants.

It is, er, very correct to breathe.

Er, to the light.

Ja.

Er, if Your Grace could lift her chin?

- The King will want her as she is.

No flattery.

- It is not my habit.

- I warrant when he married my sister,

she did not look quite so much like a
mushroom.

- THEY CHUCKLE

CHOIR SINGS

- Don Diego de Mendoza has landed at
Dover.
- I know.

- He carries a letter of love for the
Lady Mary

from the Emperor's nephew.

- Would you excuse me, Eustache? I
have a different marriage to make.

My son, Gregory.

Lord Seymour.

Your lady sister.

Oughtred's widow.

- Bess?
- Her hand in marriage?

- Well, this is a surprise.

So, are you willing?

- We are willing.

- And ready to talk about money?

- It's my favourite subject.

Thank God.

Welcome home, Richard.

- Winter won out.

Just as you predicted, Master.

- Look at you.

- Gorgeous.

- Isn't it?

- So, the marriage, when shall it be?

- As soon as you wish, Bess.

But...you do wish, Bess?

You do wish this?

- Yes, My Lord.

I do wish.

- Bless you.

Well, I think that we must order silks
and velvets for you.

And I...I thought emeralds.

- Emeralds? Jane said that you would
be very generous.

- You must indulge me. As you know, I
don't have any daughters.

- You may indulge me, My Lord,

and I shall certainly indulge you,

but I will hardly be your daughter.

- Oh, I had hoped...

Well, I had hoped that you would see
our relationship in that way.

- Oh.

What, it is to be like that?

- I...
- I didn't know.

But you are not so very old, and I had
hoped to have your children.

- Mine?

- Mm.

- Perhaps we should go inside, Bess.

- Why?
- Because...

..erm, there are...there are people,

and your family...

Perhaps we should not be seen alone
together. It might...

It might lead to misunderstandings.

- I think that there has been a
misunderstanding.

I am offering my person to one
Cromwell only -

the one that I marry.

Which Cromwell is that meant to be?

- I am extremely flattered that you
would even consider it, but...

- Well, I'm not at fault. I listened
to what my brother required of me.

I never said, "What age is Cromwell?"

or, "Was his father not a tradesman?"

I just said, "Yes, Edward," and I
assumed that...

- But why did you assume when Gregory
is so likely a young man

and of an age to marry?

- I think that you have no idea, My
Lord,

how much your single state is talked
of.

How much the whole Court looks to you
to change it.

And how much they speculate that a
great

and a dangerous honour will come your
way.

- Well, it's gossip, but dangerous
indeed to me,

and dishonourable, I presume you mean
to Lady Mary?

- Then you would do well to be clear
who you will marry

and who you will not.

- Please, I beg you, don't tell
Gregory.

He thinks you have freely accepted
him.

And you will accept him, won't you,
Bess?

Because you must be relieved it is the
son and not the father...

- Stop.

I will not tell you whether I am
relieved or not.

Tell me when and where and I will come
in my bridal finery

and I will marry whichever Cromwell
presents himself.

- Was it carried over the sea?

- He will have wished someone carried
it over our roads.

- Lord Cromwell,

I have heard a great deal about you.

- And I feel I know you already, Don
Diego, for you must be related

to that Mendoza who was ambassador in
the Cardinal's time.

- I had that honour.

- The Cardinal locked him up.

- Yes.

A violation of every agreed principle
of diplomacy.

I did not know you were at Court then.

- No, but I was the Cardinal's man.

I inherited his concerns.

- But not his methods.

- Have you brought Dom Luis' portrait
for My Lady?

- Just that.

There are presents, of course, which
follow by mule.

- Because they are large.
- Good!

Lady Mary's tastes are lavish.

I'll give you a quarter of an hour,
Don Diego,

and then, with regret, I shall
interrupt you.

- It is hardly time enough for them to
pray together.

- Oh. Will they be doing that?

Don Diego isn't very friendly. I
thought it was an ambassador's duty.

- He is, er, fastidious.

- THEY LAUGH

Oh, one of the rebel leaders has
implicated you.

- What?
- Under questioning.

And we have the letters that you sent
to the traitor Darcy,

going back three years.

- Erm... I protest.

- You claim the letters are forgeries?

- I make no claim. I say nothing to
them.

- It's lucky for you I am more clement
than the Cardinal.

I'll not have you locked up.

That's close enough to 15 minutes,
don't you think?

WHISPERING

CROMWELL CLEARS THROAT

- My Lord! Go out, we are not done.

- But I come to remind you, sir, of
your urgent next engagement.

EUSTACHE CLEARS THROAT INSISTENTLY

- Disculpe alteza.

For now we must part.

- No, do not kneel. Haste away.

The Lord Privy Seal is waiting.

Le agradezco su consejo.

- So, what passed?

- He asked me if I meant what I said.

- Generally or specifically?

- You know full well!

If I meant it when I said that I
accepted my father

as head of the Church

and that he and my mother were never
truly married.

I said that I did.

- Give me the letter.

No, the other one.

The one he carried hidden under his
shirt.

MUSICIANS PLAY

CHATTER

I hope the wedding was not too modest
for your sister.

I would not want Norfolk to accuse me
of aping the nobility.

- We've come a long way together, My
Lord, you and I,

since we welcomed you to Wolf Hall.

Won't you join us?

- I remember that visit.

We wouldn't have gone if you hadn't
risen from your sick bed

and added Wolf Hall to the King's
progress at the last moment.

And that's where he found his new
queen,

and where you had to...

..you had to stand aside.

- Sit.

You are happy?

You and Bess don't seem...

you know, shy of each other.

- Yes, I am happy.

We are both happy.

So please not to look at her, sir.

Converse with her when others are
present...

..and do not write to her.

I ask this of you. I have never asked
anything much.

- Oh, Gregory.

I don't defend myself.

I should have made myself clear.

It was only out of duty when she
consented,

when she thought I was the groom.

And how this...

..how this muddle came about...

..well, Seymour, you know, he can be
brisk.

One gentleman passing another in
conversation.

It can happen.

- Other things can happen.

But do not let them.

- I am a man of honour.

I mean, I'm...

I'm a man of my word.

- So many words.

You do everything. You have
everything.

You are everything.

So I beg you, Father...

..grant me an inch of your broad earth
and leave my wife to me.

- I hear a rumour King Francois is
dead.

- HE BREATHES HEAVILY

I fear untrue.

- You must finish this drawing today,
Hans, or you will have to chase me.

- HEAVY BREATHING CONTINUES

- ..when I could be hunting...

- A seat for the King!

- CLAMOUR

- Send them all out. Out.

Out. Disperse.
- Get out! Out!

- Norfolk has been writing to you, I
hear...

..begging for his brother's life.

"Tom Truth".

You don't imagine that Norfolk will
ever be your friend, do you?

- No.

It is not for pleasing him that I ask
for mercy.

- Then why should I not punish Truth?

Why should I not cut off his head for
his knavery with my niece?

- Because he is young, sire,

and experience will improve his
judgment.

Let him sweat a space.

It's a lesson he'll not forget and...

the Howards will be indebted to you
hereafter.

- Yes, but you always say this,
Cromwell.

You say remit them and they will
behave better.

The Pole family, whom I prospered,
whom I restored in blood,

whom I plucked from penury and
disgrace.

How am I repaid?

By Reginald parading around Europe
calling me the Anti-Christ.

You promised that you would put an end
to him.

When he returns to Italy, you told me,
"I'll have him struck down

"as he leaves his lodging or ambushed
on the road."

- Majesty, I don't know how to
intercept a man

who is never where he is expected.

My people await him in some appointed
place,

but then he falls from his horse, is
carried into a refuge,

is three days nursing his bruises.

We anticipate him at the next town,
then we hear he's missed his way,

wandered off in a circle, ended up
back where he began.

He... He's too stupid to be killed.

- Then learn to be stupid, too!

Always you.

Always you with the bad news.

- Pick up what you can there.

Gather what you can.

Yes, yes, yes...
- Please, please, please, My Lord.

Please. Thank you.

Thank you, My Lord. Thank you.

- My Lord.

- Christophe, there's a young woman in
green at the gate.

Have her brought in.

FOOTSTEPS

I saw you at the gate yesterday?

- Yes.

- I'm sorry you've had to come back a
second day.

As you can see, half of England is out
there.

- It's been a longer wait than you
know, sir.

I've come from over the sea, from Mr
Vaughan's household,

in Antwerp.
- Ah, you should have said.

We would've brought you in at once.

Christophe, some wine for this young
lady.

You have a letter?

- No.

No letter.

Who are those?

- Princes of England.

- Hmm. You recall so many?

- Huh. They're long gone.

We have, erm...

invented them.

- Why?
- "Why"?

As a reminder that men become dust...

..but the realm is continued.

- Where did you get that tapestry?

- The King gave it to me for my
services.

- And where did he get it?

- A Cardinal. My patron.

- You didn't have it made for
yourself?

- No, it was beyond my means. I was
not always a wealthy man.

You can see it's Sheba and Solomon.
You know your scriptures, I venture.

- Also I know my mother.

I am Anselma's child.

I've no idea how she got herself into
that tapestry,

but we can ask ourselves that another
day.

- Well, then you are very, very
welcome.

I did not know that that lady had a
child.

It was for her sake that I coveted the
tapestry.

I used to look and look, and one day
the King said,

"Thomas, perhaps this lady should come
live with you."

So your father would be...?

- I know the gentleman you mean.

My mother married him after I was
born.

- Ah.

So he is not your father?
- No.

You are.

Look at me.

Do you not see yourself?