The Virgin’s Lover. Philippa Gregory

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      The oarsmen held the barge steady, the ships were side by side, the two brothers looked down from the waist of the warship to the barge that rode lower in the water beside them.

      Elizabeth looked up. ‘A Dudley!’ Her voice rang out clearly and her smile gleamed up at Robert.

      He bowed his head. ‘Princess!’ He looked towards the queen, who did not acknowledge him. ‘Your Majesty.’

      Coldly, she raised her hand. She was draped in ropes of pearls, she had diamonds in her ears and a hood encrusted with emeralds, but her eyes were dull with grief, and the lines around her mouth made her look as if she had forgotten how to smile.

      Elizabeth stepped forward to the side rail of the royal barge. ‘Are you off to war, Robert?’ she called up to the ship. ‘Are you to be a hero?’

      ‘I hope so!’ he shouted back clearly. ‘I hope to serve the queen in her husband’s dominions and win her gracious favour again.’

      Elizabeth’s eyes danced. ‘I am sure she has no more loyal soldier than you!’ She was nearly laughing aloud.

      ‘And no sweeter subject than you!’ he returned.

      She gritted her teeth so that she did not burst out. He could see her struggling to control herself.

      ‘And are you well, Princess?’ he called more softly. She knew what he meant: — Are you in good health? — For he knew that when she was frightened she contracted a dropsy that swelled her fingers and ankles and forced her to her bed. — And are you safe? — For there she was, beside the queen in the royal barge, when proximity to the throne always meant proximity to the block, and her only ally on the Privy Council, King Philip, was sailing away to war. And most of all: — Are you waiting, as I am waiting, for better times, and praying they come soon? —

      ‘I am well,’ she shouted back. ‘As ever. Constant. And you?’

      He grinned down at her. ‘Constant too.’

      They needed to say no more. ‘God bless you and keep you, Robert Dudley,’ she said.

      ‘And you, Princess.’ — And God speed you to your own again that I may come to mine — was his unspoken reply. By the cheeky gleam in her eyes he knew that she knew what he was thinking. They had always known exactly what the other was thinking.

      

       Winter 1558

      Only six months later, Amy, accompanied by her friend, Lizzie Oddingsell, stood on the quay at Gravesend, watching the ships limp into harbour, wounded men laid out with the dead on their decks, deckrails scorched, mainsails holed, all the survivors with their heads bowed, shamefaced in defeat.

      Robert’s ship was the very last to come in. Amy had been waiting for three hours, increasingly certain that she would never see him again. But slowly, the little vessel approached, was taken into tow, and drawn up at the quayside as if it were unwilling to come back to England in disgrace.

      Amy shaded her eyes and looked up at the rail. At this moment, which she had feared so intensely, at this moment, which she had been so sure would come, she did not whimper or cry out, she looked steadily and carefully at the crowded deck for Robert, knowing that if she could not see him he had either been taken prisoner, or was dead.

      Then she saw him. He was standing beside the mast, as if he were in no hurry to be at the rail for the first sight of England, in no rush to get to the gangplank to disembark, in no great hurry to see her. There were a couple of civilians beside him, and a woman with a dark-haired baby on her hip; but his brother Henry was not there.

      They rattled up the gangplank to the deck and she started to go towards it, to run up it and fold him in her arms, but Lizzie Oddingsell held her back. ‘Wait,’ she advised the younger woman. ‘See how he is first.’

      Amy pushed the woman’s restraining hand aside; but she waited as he came down the gangplank so slowly that she thought he was wounded.

      ‘Robert?’

      ‘Amy.’

      ‘Thank God you are safe!’ she burst out. ‘We heard there was a terrible siege, and that Calais is lost. We knew it couldn’t be true, but …’

      ‘It is true.’

      ‘Calais is lost?’

      It was unimaginable. Calais was the jewel of England overseas. They spoke English in the streets, they paid English taxes and traded the valuable wool and finished cloth to and from England. Calais was the reason that English kings styled themselves ‘King of England and France’, Calais was the outward show that England was a world power, on French soil, it was as much an English port as Bristol. It was impossible to imagine it had fallen to the French.

      ‘It is lost.’

      ‘And where is your brother?’ Amy asked fearfully. ‘Robert? Where is Henry?’

      ‘Dead,’ he said shortly. ‘He took a shot to the leg in St Quentin, and died later, in my arms.’ He gave a short, bitter laugh. ‘I was noticed by Philip of Spain at St Quentin,’ he said. ‘I had an honourable mention in despatches to the queen. It was my first step, as I hoped it would be; but it cost me my brother: the one thing in life I could least afford to lose. And now I am at the head of a defeated army and I doubt that the queen will remember that I did rather well at St Quentin, given that I did rather badly at Calais.’

      ‘Oh, what does it matter?’ she exclaimed. ‘As long as you are safe, and we can be together again? Come home with me, Robert, and who cares about the queen or even about Calais? You don’t need Calais, we can buy Syderstone back now. Come home with me and see how happy we will be!’

      He shook his head. ‘I have to take despatches to the queen,’ he said stubbornly.

      ‘You’re a fool!’ she flared at him. ‘Let someone else tell her the bad news.’

      His dark eyes went very bright at the public insult from his wife. ‘I am sorry you think me a fool,’ he said levelly. ‘But King Philip ordered me by name and I must do my duty. You can go and stay with the Philipses at Chichester till I come for you. You will oblige me by taking this woman and her baby to stay with them too. She has lost her home in Calais and she needs a refuge in England for a while.’

      ‘I will not,’ Amy said, instantly resentful. ‘What is she to me? What is she to you?’

      ‘She was once the Queen’s Fool,’ he said. ‘Hannah Green. And she was a loyal and obedient servant to me, and a friend when I had few friends. Be kind, Amy. Take her with you to Chichester. In the meantime I shall have to commandeer a СКАЧАТЬ