Philippa Gregory 3-Book Tudor Collection 2: The Queen’s Fool, The Virgin’s Lover, The Other Queen. Philippa Gregory

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      ‘She is a wonderful woman,’ I said. ‘So it is no thanks to me that my fortunes have risen. I would have escaped her service at the beginning if I could have done, and yet now I would rather serve her than anyone else in the land.’

      ‘Rather than Lord Robert?’

      I glanced towards the closed door. ‘There is no serving him,’ I said. ‘Only the Tower guards can serve him and I pray that they do it well.’

      My father shook his head. ‘I remember him coming here that day, a man you would think who would command half the world, and now …’

      ‘She won’t execute him,’ I said. ‘She will be merciful to all now that the duke himself is dead.’

      My father nodded. ‘Dangerous times,’ he said. ‘Mr Dee remarked the other day that dangerous times are a crucible for change.’

      ‘You have seen him?’

      My father nodded. ‘He came to see if I had the last pages of a manuscript in his possession, or if I could find another copy for him. It is a most troubling loss. He bought the book and it is a prescription for an alchemical process, but the last three pages are missing.’

      I smiled. ‘Was it a recipe for gold? And somehow incomplete?’

      My father smiled back. It was a family joke that we could live like Spanish grandees on the proceeds of the alchemist books that promised to deliver the recipe for the philosopher’s stone: the instructions to change base metal into gold, the elixir of eternal life. My father had dozens of books on the subject and when I was young I had begged him to show me them, so that we might create the stone and become rich. But he had showed me a dazzling collection of mysteries, pictures and poems and spells and prayers, and in the end, no man any the wiser or the richer. Many men, brilliant men, had bought book after book trying to translate the riddles that were traditionally used to hide the secret of alchemy, and none of them had ever come back to us to say that they had found the secret and now would live forever.

      ‘If any man ever finds it, and can make gold, it will be John Dee,’ my father said. ‘He is a most profound student and thinker.’

      ‘I know that,’ I said, thinking of the afternoons when I had sat on his high stool and read passage after passage of Greek or Latin while he translated as swiftly as I spoke, surrounded by the tools of his craft. ‘But do you think he can see into the future?’

      ‘Hannah, this man can see around corners! He has created a machine that can see over buildings or around them. He can predict the course of the stars, he can measure and predict the movements of the tides, he is creating a map of the country that a man can use to navigate the whole coastline.’

      ‘Yes, I have seen that,’ I concurred, thinking that I last saw it on the desk of the queen’s enemies. ‘He should have a care who uses his work.’

      ‘His work is pure study,’ my father said firmly. ‘He cannot be blamed for the use that men make of his inventions. This is a great man, the death of his patron means nothing. He will be remembered long after the duke and all of his family are forgotten.’

      ‘Not Lord Robert,’ I stipulated.

      ‘Even him,’ my father asserted. ‘I tell you, child, I have never met a man who could read and understand words, tables, mechanical diagrams, even codes, more quickly than this John Dee. Oh! And I nearly forgot. He has ordered some books to be delivered to Lord Robert in the Tower.’

      ‘Has he?’ I said, my attention suddenly sharpened. ‘Shall I take them to Lord Robert for him?’

      ‘As soon as they arrive,’ my father said gently. ‘And, Hannah, if you see Lord Robert …’

      ‘Yes?’

      ‘Querida, you must ask him to release you from your service to him and bid him farewell. He is a traitor sentenced to death. It is time that you said farewell.’

      I would have argued but my father raised his hand. ‘I command it, daughter,’ he insisted. ‘We live in this country as toads beneath the ploughshare. We cannot increase the risk to our lives. You have to bid him farewell. He is a named traitor. We cannot be associated with him.’

      I bowed my head.

      ‘Daniel wishes it too.’

      My head came up at that. ‘Why, whatever would he know about it?’

      My father smiled. ‘He is not an ignorant boy, Hannah.’

      ‘He is not at court. He does not know the way of that world.’

      ‘He is going to be a very great physician,’ my father said gently. ‘Many nights he comes here and reads the books on herbs and medicines. He is studying the Greek texts on health and illness. You should not think that just because he is not a Spaniard, he is ignorant.’

      ‘But he can know nothing of the skills of the Moorish doctors,’ I said. ‘And you yourself told me that they were the wisest in the world. That they had learned all the Greeks had to teach and gone further.’

      ‘Yes,’ my father conceded. ‘But he is a thoughtful young man, and a hard worker, and he has a gift for study. He comes here twice a week to read. And he always asks for you.’

      ‘Does he?’

      My father nodded. ‘He calls you his princess,’ he said.

      I was so surprised for a moment that I could not speak. ‘His princess?’

      ‘Yes,’ my father said, smiling at my incomprehension. ‘He speaks like a young man in love. He comes to see me and he asks me, “How is my Princess?” – and he means you, Hannah.’

      The coronation of my mistress, Lady Mary was set for the first day of October and the whole court, the whole city of London, and the whole country had spent much of the summer preparing for the celebration which would bring Henry’s daughter to his throne at last. There were faces missing from the crowds that lined the London streets. Devoted Protestants, mistrusting the queen’s sincere promise of tolerance, had already frightened themselves into exile, and fled overseas. They found a friendly reception in France; the traditional enemy of England was arming against England again. There were faces missing from the queen’s council; the queen’s father would have wondered where some of his favourites were now. Some were ashamed of their past treatment of her, some Protestants would not serve her, and some had the grace to stay home in their converted abbeys. But the rest of the court, city and country turned out in their thousands to greet the new queen, the queen whose rights they had defended against other, Protestant claimants, the Catholic queen whose enthusiastic faith they knew, and that, nonetheless, they preferred to all others.

      It was a fairy-tale coronation, the first I had ever seen. It was a spectacle like something out of one of my father’s story books. A princess in a golden chariot, wearing blue velvet trimmed with white ermine, riding through the streets of her city, which were hung with tapestries, past fountains running with wine so that the very air was heady with the warm scent of it, past crowds who screamed with delight at the sight of their princess, their virgin queen, and pausing by groups of children who sang СКАЧАТЬ