“I know, Sire; the Queen sent word altering it late this evening.” ‘The Queen takes too much upon herself,” Henry said shortly. “The program for the masque was well enough as it was.” Norreys hesitated. God help her, whatever she did these days was wrong...but he’d try to put the King in a good temper and protect her if he could. “She has a surprise planned for your entertainment,” he explained. “I heard that Her Grace was anxious to make your last night in Winchester the gayest of the tour.” Henry turned back to watch the dancers and said nothing. In the corner of the hall, he saw Jane Seymour, demurely sitting with some other ladies, her eyes fixed ahead as usual, not looking at him or trying to attract his attention. Pale, gentle Jane, who was suddenly showing the spirit to refuse his advances. He had no idea how grateful he was that her obstinacy spared him yet another disillusion...And at times she relented enough to allow him a few liberties, as inert and submissive as a doll in his arms, with her strange gray eyes half closed.
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