It is refreshing to walk through the grounds of Greenwich Palace on a cold but dry morning. My cousin the king looks very pale and has to stop and rest every few minutes to get his breath. Even so he tells me he is pleased to be out in the open, getting fresh air into his lungs. He has just spent three weeks, exercising lightly, walking, hawking, even on two occasions jousting, which he thoroughly enjoyed.
"Although they made sure that I won," he says ruefully. "They think I was fooled."
"Well, they were probably under instructions to do so," I add, smiling.
"I"m not stupid Jane," he says. "I wish they would realise that."
He stops by the armoury and takes laboured breaths. It is obvious that the new regime of exercise and outdoor activity will have to be drastically reduced or even cu
