consulted his physicians and astrologers, and all had assured him that the child would be male. The
royal father had not yet made up his mind whether to call the boy Edward or Henry, but had asked the
French ambassador to hold him at the font at his baptism.
18
Letters announcing the birth of a prince
were awaiting dispatch to the English shires and foreign courts.
At last, on 7 September, in a chamber hung with tapestries depicting the legend of St. Ursula and her
eleven thousand virgins, Anne Boleyn gave birth, not to the expected son, but to a healthy, red-haired
daughter who much resembled her father.
19
“God has forgotten him entirely,” commented Chapuys,
20
but the King, although disappointed, was confident that sons would soon follow. After the word
“prince” had been changed to “princess,” the letters announcing the birth were sent off
21
and Te Deum
was sung in St. Paul’s for the Queen’s safe delivery.
22
But the planned jousts and entertainments were
cancelled.
On 10 September, when she was only three days old, the King’s daughter was given a splendid
christening in the church of the Observant Friars at Greenwich. The church and the gallery that led to it
were both hung with rich arras, and the silver font placed on a high, railed platform. The royal infant,
wearing a mantle of purple velvet furred with ermine, with a long train, was carried in procession to the
church by the Dowager Duchess of Norfolk under a crimson canopy borne by four earls. Anne had
wanted her borne upon the christening cloth that had been used for the Princess Mary, but Katherine of
Aragon refused to relinquish it on the grounds that it was her personal property, brought from Spain.
23
Archbishop Cranmer stood godfather at the christening, while the Dowagers of Norfolk and Dorset
were godmothers, and the baby was baptised Elizabeth by John Stokesley, Bishop of London.
Immediately afterwards, Cranmer confirmed her, with a reluctant Lady Exeter as sponsor.
24
Then
Garter King of Arms cried, “God of His infinite goodness send prosperous life and long to the high and
mighty Princess of England, Elizabeth!” and the trumpets sounded a fanfare. In the flickering light of
five hundred torches, Elizabeth was borne back in procession to the Queen’s bedchamber, where she
received her mother’s blessing. The King was not present, but he commanded Norfolk and Suffolk to
thank the Lord Mayor and his brethren for attending. That evening, bonfires were lit and free wine
flowed in the City.
25
At Greenwich, on the same day that the Princess Elizabeth was born, the Duke of Suffolk, a widower
of just ten weeks, married his ward Katherine, the fourteen-year-old heiress of Lord Willoughby. This
brilliant, spirited, sharp-witted young lady had been betrothed to his son, Henry Brandon, Earl of
Lincoln, but Suffolk had had the betrothal annulled in order to marry her himself. Chapuys commented,
“The Duke will have done a service to the ladies when they are reproached, as is usual, with marrying
again immediately after the death of their husbands!”
26
Given that the new Duchess’s mother was Maria de Salinas, this marriage involved Suffolk in yet
another conflict of loyalties. Yet it also rescued him from financial ruin and brought him the greater
part of his lands and wealth, as well as a new country seat, Grimsthorpe in Lincolnshire, which was
part of his wife’s dowry.
27
Despite the thirty-five-year age gap, and the fact that the Duke was growing fat and was no longer the
splendid knight who had once excelled in the tiltyard, the marriage was successful. Katherine
Willoughby, whose portrait sketch by Holbein is in the British Museum, bore the Duke two sons, Henry
in 1534, to whom both the King and Cromwell were godfathers, and Charles in 1537/8; Holbein
painted their miniatures in 1541.
28
Her former betrothed, Lincoln, is said to have been so upset at losing
her to his father that he died of sorrow, and Anne Boleyn, who had little love for Suffolk, is reported to
have declared, “My Lord of Suffolk kills one son to beget another.”
29
However, Lincoln did not die
until March 1534, and had been in failing health for some time, which probably explains why Suffolk