"Tremble, then, Anne Boleyn!" cried Catherine, "tremble! and when you are adjudged to die the death of an *****eress, bethink you of the prediction of the queen you have injured.I may not live to witness your fate, but we shall meet before the throne of an eternal Judge.""Oh, Henry, this is too much!" gasped Anne, and she sank fainting into his arms.
"Begone!" cried the king furiously."You have killed her!""It were well for us both if I had done so," replied Catherine."But she will recover to work my misery and her own.To your hands I commit her punishment.May God bless you, Henry!"With this she replaced her mask, and quitted the chapel.
Henry, meanwhile, anxious to avoid the comments of his attendants, exerted himself to restore Anne Boleyn to sensibility, and his efforts were speedily successful.
"Is it then reality?" gasped Anne, as she gazed around."I hoped it was a hideous dream.Oh, Henry, this has been frightful! But you will not kill me, as she predicted? Swear to me you will not!""Why should you be alarmed?" rejoined the king."If you are faithful, you have nothing to fear.""But you said suspicion, Henry--you said suspicion!" cried Anne.
"You must put the greater guard upon your conduct," rejoined the king moodily."I begin to think there is some truth in Catherine's insinuations.""Oh no, I swear to you there is not," said Anne--"I have trifled with the gallants of Francis's court, and have listened, perhaps too complacently, to the love-vows of Percy and Wyat, but when your majesty deigned to cast eyes upon me, all others vanished as the stars of night before the rising of the god of day.Henry, I love you deeply, devotedly--but Catherine's terrible imprecations make me feel more keenly than I have ever done before the extent of the wrong I am about to inflict upon her--and I fear that retributive punishment will follow it.""You will do her no wrong," replied Henry."I am satisfied of the justice of the divorce, and of its necessity; and if my purposed union with you were out of the question, I should demand it.Be the fault on my head.""Your words restore me in some measure, my liege," said Anne."I love you too well not to risk body and soul for you.I am yours for ever--ah!"she exclaimed, with a fearful look.
"What ails you, sweetheart?" exclaimed the king.
"I thought I saw a face at the window," she replied--"a black and hideous face like that of a fiend.""It was mere fancy," replied the king."Your mind is disturbed by what has occurred.You had better join your attendants, and retire to your own apartments.""Oh, Henry!" cried Anne--" do not judge me unheard - do not believe what any false tongue may utter against me.I love only you and can love only you.I would not wrong you, even in thought, for worlds.""I believe you, sweetheart," replied the king tenderly.
So saying, he led her down the aisle to her attendants.They then proceeded together to the royal lodgings, where Anne retired to her own apartments, and Henry withdrew to his private chamber.
II.How Herne the Hunter appeared to Henry on the Terrace.
Henry again sat down to his despatches, and employed himself upon them to a late hour.At length, feeling heated and oppressed, he arose, and opened a window.As he did so, he was almost blinded by a vivid flash of forked lightning.Ever ready to court danger, and convinced, from the intense gloom without, that a fearful storm was coming on, Henry resolved to go forth to witness it.With this view he quitted the closet, and passed through a small door opening on the northern terrace.The castle clock tolled the hour of midnight as he issued forth, and the darkness was so profound that he could scarcely see a foot before him.But he went on.
"Who goes there?" cried a voice, as he advanced, and a partisan was placed at his breast.
"The king! " replied Henry, in tones that would have left no doubt of the truth of the assertion, even if a gleam of lightning had not at the moment revealed his figure and countenance to the sentinel.
"I did not look for your majesty at such a time," replied the man, lowering his pike."Has your majesty no apprehension of the storm? Ihave watched it gathering in the valley, and it will be a dreadful one.If Imight make bold to counsel you, I would advise you to seek instant shelter in the castle.""I have no fear, good fellow," laughed the king." Get thee in yon porch, and leave the terrace to me.I will warn thee when I leave it."As he spoke a tremendous peal of thunder broke overhead, and seemed to shake the strong pile to its foundations.Again the lightning rent the black canopy of heaven in various places, and shot down in forked flashes of the most dazzling brightness.A rack of clouds, heavily charged with electric fluid, hung right over the castle, and poured down all their fires upon it.
Henry paced slowly to and fro, utterly indifferent to the peril he ran--now watching the lightning as it shivered some oak in the home park, or lighted up the wide expanse of country around him--now listening to the roar of heaven's artillery; and he had just quitted the western extremity of the terrace, when the most terrific crash he had yet heard burst over him.The next instant a dozen forked flashes shot from the sky, while fiery coruscations blazed athwart it; and at the same moment a bolt struck the Wykeham Tower, beside which he had been recently standing.Startled by the appalling sound, he turned and beheld upon the battlemented parapet on his left a tall ghostly figure, whose antlered helm told him it was Herne the Hunter.Dilated against the flaming sky, the proportions of the demon seemed gigantic.His right hand was stretched forth towards the king, and in his left he held a rusty chain.Henry grasped the handle of his sword, and partly drew it, keeping his gaze fixed upon the figure.
"You thought you had got rid of me, Harry of England," cried Herne, "but were you to lay the weight of this vast fabric upon me, I would break from under it--ho! ho!""What wouldst thou, infernal spirit?" cried Henry.
