The Other Boleyn Girl Page #4

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I'll make my own way.

Shall I walk with you?

No need.

Try to please him. If you can.

Your Grace.

Come in.

Can I bring you something?

No.

Anything to ease your comfort

or well-being?

Perhaps you might ask your servants

to bring me some water.

Please.

There. There are no servants.

So this is it?

Where the king of England sleeps.

And reads and writes.

Finds a few moments each day

for himself.

And yet you invite me here?

Because I like you and trust you.

You hardly know me.

I'm lied to a hundred times a day.

Petitioned, lobbied.

One learns how to decipher a face.

And yours is as the sun.

One shouldn't gaze too long.

My flattery,

it makes you uncomfortable.

Because compliments in your family

are usually for someone else.

The elder sister.

That's something I understand.

What it is to be the second child.

Forever in the shadows.

I'm making you uncomfortable

again.

- Morning.

- Stafford.

Morning.

I have orders

to bring you to your father.

Better not keep him waiting.

Well?

Did he have you?

Yes.

More than once?

You better get used

to talking about it.

When you sleep with the king,

it ceases to be a private matter.

Yes, more than once.

And was he satisfied?

- I believe so.

- Did he say so?

He did not need to, uncle.

Well, you may go.

Good.

Now our work begins.

It's one thing to catch a king,

quite another to keep him.

She must be well-read,

know her music, excel in company...

...and she must be clean.

- Anne will see to it.

- See to what?

Mary is already all of these things.

Thanks to the education

I have given her.

And for what?

She may be traded like cattle...

...for the advancement

and amusement of men?

Sister, you may leave us also.

Katherine of Aragon

will never give Henry Tudor a son.

But if Mary could give him a child,

and that child could be a boy...

If I gave your husband an assignment

that took him away from court...

...would you object?

I would not presume

to interfere in affairs of state.

- Amen.

- Amen.

"My heart and I surrender themselves

into your hands. "

It's Anne.

She's married Henry Percy.

Wedded and bedded

without telling anyone.

You... You don't look pleased.

Why would I be pleased?

Well, it will make her the future

Duchess of Northumberland.

- Our sister.

- George, they'll never allow it.

He's already precontracted

to Mary Talbot.

If this gets out, it will damage her.

Her reputation will be ruined.

I have to tell Father.

For her own protection.

What were you thinking?

The marriage of a senior noble

is a matter of the state.

Something only the king can decide.

Who else knows about this?

- No one.

- Good.

Well, that's how it will remain.

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