grooms of the body and his servers.’
Catalina left at once, followed by Dona Elvira and Lady Margaret. The prince’s rooms were crowded by the usual hangers-on of the little court: men seeking favour or attention, petitioners asking for justice, the curious come to stare, and the host of lesser servants and functionaries. Catalina went through them all to the double doors of Arthur’s private chamber, and went in.
He was seated in a chair by the fire, his face very pale. Dona Elvira and Lady Margaret waited at the door as Catalina went quickly towards him.
‘Are you ill, my love?’ she asked quickly.
He managed a smile but she saw it was an effort. ‘I have taken some kind of chill, I think,’ he said. ‘Come no closer, I don’t want to pass it to you.’
‘Are you hot?’ she asked fearfully, thinking of the Sweat which came on like a fever and left a corpse.
‘No, I feel cold.’
‘Well, it is not surprising in this country where it either snows or rains all the time.’
He managed another smile.
Catalina looked around and saw Lady Margaret. ‘Lady Margaret, we must call the prince’s physician.’
‘I sent my servants to find him already,’ she said, coming forwards.
‘I don’t want a fuss made,’ Arthur said irritably. ‘I just wanted to tell you, Princess, that I cannot come to dinner.’
Her eyes went to his. ‘How shall we be alone?’ was the unspoken question.
‘May I dine in your rooms?’ she asked. ‘Can we dine alone, privately, since you are ill?’
‘Yes, let’s,’ he ruled.
‘See the doctor first,’ Lady Margaret advised. ‘If Your Grace permits. He can advise what you should eat, and if it is safe for the princess to be with you.’
‘He has no disease,’ Catalina insisted. ‘He says he just feels tired. It is just the cold air here, or the damp. It was cold yesterday and he was riding half the day.’
There was a tap on the door and a voice called out. ‘Dr Bereworth is here, Your Grace.’
Arthur raised his hand in permission, Dona Elvira opened the door and the man came into the room.
‘The prince feels cold and tired.’ Catalina went to him at once, speaking rapidly in French. ‘Is he ill? I don’t think he’s ill. What do you think?’
The doctor bowed low to her and to the prince. He bowed to Lady Margaret and Dona Elvira.
‘I am sorry, I don’t understand,’ he said uncomfortably in English to Lady Margaret. ‘What is the princess saying?’
Catalina clapped her hands together in frustration. ‘The prince…’ she began in English.
Margaret Pole came to her side. ‘His Grace is unwell,’ she said.
‘May I speak with him alone?’ he asked.
Arthur nodded. He tried to rise from the chair but he almost staggered. The doctor was at once at his side, supporting him, and led him into his bedchamber.
‘He cannot be ill.’ Catalina turned to Dona Elvira and spoke to her in Spanish. ‘He was well last night. Just this morning he felt hot. But he said he was only tired. But now he can hardly stand. He cannot be ill.’
‘Who knows what illness a man might take in this rain and fog?’ the duenna replied dourly. ‘It’s a wonder that you are not sick yourself. It is a wonder that any of us can bear it.’
‘He is not sick,’ Catalina said. ‘He is just overtired. He rode for a long time yesterday. And it was cold, there was a very cold wind. I noticed it myself.’
‘A wind like this can kill a man,’ Dona Elvira said gloomily. ‘It blows so cold and so damp.’
‘Stop it!’ Catalina said, clapping her hands to her ears. ‘I won’t hear another word. He is just tired, overtired. And perhaps he has taken a chill. There is no need to speak of killing winds and damp.’
Lady Margaret stepped forwards and gently took Catalina’s hands. ‘Be patient, Princess,’ she counselled. ‘Dr Bereworth is a very good doctor, and he has known the prince from childhood. The prince is a strong young man and his health is good. It is probably nothing to worry about at all. If Dr Bereworth is concerned we will send for the king’s own physician from London. We will soon have him well again.’
Catalina nodded, and turned to sit by the window and look out. The sky had clouded over, the sun was quite gone. It was raining again, the raindrops chasing down the small panes of glass. Catalina watched them. She tried to keep her mind from the death of her brother who had loved his wife so much, who had been looking forward to the birth of their son. Juan had died within days of taking sick, and no-one had ever known what was wrong with him.
‘I shan’t think of him, not of poor Juan,’ Catalina whispered to herself. ‘The cases are not alike at all. Juan was always slight, little; but Arthur is strong.’
The physician seemed to take a long time and when he came out of the bedchamber, Arthur was not with him. Catalina who had risen from her seat as soon as the door opened, peeped around him to see Arthur lying on the bed, half-undressed, half-asleep.
‘I think his grooms of the body should prepare him for bed,’ the doctor said. ‘He is very weary. He would be better for rest. If they take care, they can get him into bed without waking him.’
‘Is he ill?’ Catalina demanded speaking slowly in Latin. ‘Aegrotat? Is he very ill?’
The doctor spread his hands. ‘He has a fever,’ he said cautiously in slow French. ‘I can give him a draught to bring down his fever.’
‘Do you know what it is?’ Lady Margaret asked, her voice very low. ‘It’s not the Sweat, is it?’
‘Please God it is not. And there are no other cases in the town, as far as I know. But he should be kept quiet and allowed to rest. I shall go and make up this draught and I will come back.’
The low-voiced English was incomprehensible to Catalina. ‘What does he say? What did he say?’ she demanded of Lady Margaret.
‘Nothing more than you heard,’ the older woman assured her. ‘He has a fever and needs rest. Let me get his men to undress him and put him properly to bed. If he is better tonight, you can dine with him. I know he would like that.’
‘Where is he going?’ Catalina cried out as the doctor bowed and went to the door. ‘He must stay and watch the prince!’
‘He is going to make a draught to bring down his fever. He will be back at once. The prince will have the best of care, Your Grace. We love him as you do. We will not neglect him.’
‘I know you would not…it is only…Will the doctor be long?’
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