The king"s physician, Dr. Owen greets me with grim face in the wide corridor of Greenwich Palace. I say good-morrow to him in cheerful fashion but he puts a hand on my arm and bids me go to an ante chamber with him.
"I need to speak with the king sir," I tell him.
He ushers me into the adjoining small chamber and I look at him questioningly and rather irritably, not liking to be interrupted for any reason when on affairs of state.
"The king is dead your Grace," the man says in a flat, toneless voice.
"When?"
"A short time ago."
It isn"t unexpected of course although still a shock somehow even though I have been waiting for it to happen for months now, if not years. The doctor tells me that he died sometime between eight and nine last evening. I tell him angrily that I should have bee
