Word of the royal cavalcade had preceded them, and it was hardly noon when they were met by the familiar figure of Don Pedro Ayala [the Spanish ambassador to England], cantering briskly on a delicate errand. The Archbishop of Santiago and the Princess’s duenna, the formidable Doña Elvira Manuel, had held a hurried council on the news of the English King’s approach and had decided to interpret the final instructions of Catherine’s parents with Castilian rigidity. Catherine was to observe all the customs of a high-born Spanish bride: until the final benediction had been pronounced at her wedding, not even her future husband was to raise her veil or see her face. Knowing Henry, Ayala delivered the ultimatum with an inner chuckle.
Gnawing his underlip, trying in vain to read the twinkle behind the Bishop’s eyes, Henry heard him out, then swung his horse’s head towards a field beside the road, barking over his shoulder, “My lords, a council!” Was there, after all, some trickery hidden here? Did the Spaniards expect him to buy a pig in a poke?
At Henry’s command Ayala put the case again to the wary half-circle of mounted men. With all the formality of Westminster, Henry called for advice. A buzz of whispers ran from saddle to saddle, questioning less the law than the meaning of this contingency; then the King’s council gave its unanimous opinion: “The King of England is absolute lord in his own realms; no foreign law or custom can restrain him there. The Princess of Spain, by her marriage to his son, is already one of his subjects; he may dispose of her as he likes.”
”Thank you, my lords,” said Henry, “we shall meet at Dogmersfield.” He shot off at a gallop, the laughing Ayala spurring after him, leaving the bridegroom, the council, and the glittering train to follow at a more dignified pace.
Source:
Mattingly, Garrett. “Part I: A Spanish Princess (1485-1509); Chapter 2, Section ii” Catherine of Aragon. New York: Quality Paperback , 1990. 35-6. Print.
Further Reading:
Don Pedro de Ayala / Pedro López Ayala
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