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

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      ‘Mistress Boy! Oh! My Mistress Boy!’

      I dropped to one knee. ‘My lord!’ was all I could say before I burst into tears.

      He laughed, pulled me to my feet, put his arm around my shoulders, wiped my face, all in one dizzying caress. ‘Come now, child, come now. What’s wrong?’

      ‘It’s you!’ I gulped. ‘You being here. And you look so …’ I could not bear to say ‘pale’, ‘ill’, ‘tired’, ‘defeated’, but all those words were true. ‘Imprisoned,’ I found at last. ‘And your lovely clothes! And … and what’s going to happen now?’

      He laughed as if none of it mattered, and led me over to the fire, seated himself on a chair and pulled up a stool so that I was facing him, like a favourite nephew. Timidly, I reached forward and put my hands on his knees. I wanted to touch him to be sure that he was real. I had dreamed of him so often, and now he was here before me; unchanged but for the deep lines scored on his face by defeat and disappointment.

      ‘Lord Robert …’ I whispered.

      He met my gaze. ‘Yes, little one,’ he said softly. ‘It was a great gamble and we lost, and the price we will pay is a heavy one. But you’re not a child; you know that it’s not an easy world. I will pay the price when I have to.’

      ‘Will they …?’ I could not bear to ask him if it was his own death that he was facing with this indomitable smile.

      ‘Oh, I should think so,’ he said cheerfully. ‘Very soon. I would, if I were the queen. Now tell me the news. We don’t have much time.’

      I pulled my stool a little closer, marshalling my thoughts. I did not want to tell him the news, which was all bad, I wanted to look into his drawn face, and touch his hand. I wanted to tell him that I had longed to see him, and that I had written him letter after letter in the code which I knew he would have lost, and sent them all into the flames of the fire.

      ‘Come on,’ he said eagerly. ‘Tell me everything.’

      ‘The queen is considering if she should marry, you’ll know that, I suppose,’ I said, low-voiced. ‘And she has been ill. They have proposed one man after another. The best choice is Philip of Spain. The Spanish ambassador tells her that it will be a good marriage but she is afraid. She knows she cannot rule alone but she is afraid of a man ruling over her.’

      ‘But she will go ahead?’

      ‘She might withdraw. I can’t tell. She is half-sick with fear at the thought of it. She is afraid of having a man in her bed, and afraid for her throne without one.’

      ‘And Lady Elizabeth?’

      I glanced at the thick wooden door and dropped my low voice to an even quieter murmur. ‘She and the queen cannot agree these days,’ I said. ‘They started very warmly, Lady Mary wanted Elizabeth at her side all the time, acknowledged her as her heir; but they cannot live happily together now. Lady Elizabeth is no longer the little girl of the queen’s teaching, and in debate she is her master. She is as quick-witted as an alchemist. The queen hates argument about sacred things and Lady Elizabeth has ready arguments for everything and accepts nothing. She looks at everything with hard eyes …’ I broke off.

      ‘Hard eyes?’ he queried. ‘She has beautiful eyes.’

      ‘I mean she looks hard at things,’ I explained. ‘She has no faith, she never closes her eyes in awe. She is not like my lady, you never see her amazed at the raising of the Host. She wants to know everything as a fact, she trusts nothing.’

      Lord Robert nodded at the accuracy of the description. ‘Aye. She was always one to take nothing on trust.’

      ‘The queen forced her to Mass and Lady Elizabeth went with her hand on her belly, sighing for pain. Then, when the queen pressed her again, she said that she had converted. The queen wanted the truth from her. She asked her to tell the secrets of her heart: if she believed in the Holy Sacrament or no.’

      ‘The secrets of Elizabeth’s heart!’ he exclaimed, laughing. ‘What can the queen be thinking of? Elizabeth allows no-one near the secrets of her heart. Even when she was a child in the nursery she would barely whisper them to herself.’

      ‘Well, she said she would give out in public that she is convinced of the merits of the old religion,’ I said. ‘But she doesn’t do so. And she goes to Mass only when she has to. And everyone says …’

      ‘What do they say, my little spy?’

      ‘That she is sending out letters to true Protestants, that she has a network of supporters. That the French will pay for an uprising against the queen. And that, at the very least, she only has to wait until the queen dies and then the throne is all hers anyway, and she can throw off all disguise and be a Protestant queen as she is now a Protestant princess.’

      ‘Oho.’ He paused, taking all this in. ‘And the queen believes all this slander?’

      I looked up at him, hoping that he would understand. ‘She thought that Elizabeth would be a sister to her,’ I said. ‘She went with her into London at the very moment of her greatest triumph. She took Elizabeth at her side then, and again at the day of her coronation. What more could she do to show that she loved her and trusted her and saw her as the next heir? And since then, every day, she hears that Elizabeth has done this, or said that, and she sees Elizabeth avoiding Mass, and pretending that she will go, and sliding in her conscience forward and back as she wishes. And Elizabeth …’ I broke off.

      ‘Elizabeth what?’

      ‘She was there at the coronation, she was placed second only to the queen at the queen’s own request. She rode in a chariot behind the queen’s,’ I said in a fierce whisper. ‘She carried her train at the coronation, she was first to kneel before the new queen and put her hands in hers and swear to be a true and faithful subject. She swore fidelity before God. How can she now plot against her?’

      He sat back in his chair and observed my heat with interest. ‘Is the queen angry with Elizabeth?’

      I shook my head. ‘No. It’s worse than anger. She is disappointed in her. She is lonely, Lord Robert. She wanted her little sister at her side. She singled her out for love and respect. She can hardly believe now that Elizabeth does not love her; to find that Elizabeth would plot against her is very painful. And she is assured that she is plotting. Someone comes with a new story every day.’

      ‘Do they bring any evidence?’

      ‘Enough to have her arrested a dozen times over, I think. There are too many rumours for her to be as innocent as she looks.’

      ‘And still the queen does nothing against her?’

      ‘She wants to bring peace,’ I said. ‘She won’t act against Elizabeth unless she has to. She says that she won’t execute Lady Jane, or your brother …’ I did not say ‘or you’ but we were both thinking of the sentence of death hanging over him. ‘She wants to bring peace to this country.’

      ‘Well, amen to that,’ Lord Robert said. ‘And will Elizabeth stay at court for Christmas?’

      ‘She has asked to leave. She says she is ill again and needs the peace of the country.’

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