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  ‘I do not require her presence for the merriment she brings me,’ the queen said sharply, ‘but for the greater pleasure of knowing where she is.’

  ‘You may have to excuse her, if she is too ill to travel …’ Jane remarked.

  ‘Yes,’ said the queen. ‘If she is. But, if she is too ill to travel, then why would she move from Ashridge to Donnington Castle? Why would a sick girl, too ill to come to London where she might be cared for, instead plan a journey to a castle ideally placed for siege, at the very heart of England?’

  There was a diplomatic silence.

  ‘The country will come round to Prince Philip,’ Jane Dormer said gently. ‘And all this worry will be forgotten.’

  Suddenly, there was a sharp knock from the guards outside and the double doors were thrown open. The noise startled me and I was on my feet in an instant, my heart pounding. A messenger stood in the doorway, the Lord Chancellor with him, and the veteran soldier Thomas Howard, Duke of Norfolk beside him, their faces grim.

  I fell back, as if I would hide behind her. I had an immediate certainty that they had come for me, they somehow had discovered who I was, and had a warrant for my arrest as a heretic Jew.

  Then I saw they were not looking at me. They were looking at the queen and their jaws were set and their eyes cold.

  ‘Oh, no,’ I whispered.

  She must have thought it was the end for her, as she rose slowly to her feet and looked from one stern face to another. She knew that the duke could turn his coat in a moment, the council could have mustered a swift plot; they had done it before against Jane, they could do it again. But she did not blench, the face she turned to them was as serene as if they had come to invite her to dine. In that moment I loved her for her courage, for her absolute queenly determination never to show fear. ‘How now, my lords?’ she said pleasantly, her voice steady though they walked into the centre of the room and looked at her with hard eyes. ‘I hope you bring me good news for all you seem so severe.’

  ‘Your Grace, it is not good news,’ Bishop Gardiner said flatly. ‘The rebels are marching against you. My young friend Edward Courtenay has seen the wisdom to confess to me and throw himself on your mercy.’

  I saw her eyes flicker away, to one side, as her swift intelligence assessed this information; but her expression did not otherwise alter at all, she was still smiling. ‘And Edward tells you?’

  ‘That a plot is in train to march on London, to put you in the Tower and to set the Lady Elizabeth on the throne in your place. We have the names of some of them: Sir William Pickering, Sir Peter Carew in Devon, Sir Thomas Wyatt in Kent, and Sir James Crofts.’

  For the first time she looked shaken. ‘Peter Carew, who turned out for me in my time of need, in the autumn? Who raised the men of Devon for me?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘And Sir James Crofts, my good friend?’

  ‘Yes, Your Grace.’

  I kept back behind her. These were the very men that my lord had named to me, that he had asked me to name to John Dee. These were the men who were to make a chemical wedding and to pull down silver and replace it with gold. Now I thought I knew what he meant. I thought I knew which queen was silver and which was gold in his metaphor. And I thought that I had again betrayed the queen while taking her wage, and that it would not be long before someone discovered who had been the catalyst in this plot.

  She took a breath to steady herself. ‘Any others?’

  Bishop Gardiner looked at me. I flinched back from his gaze but it went on past me. He did not even see me, he had to give her the worst news. ‘The Duke of Suffolk is not at his house in Sheen, and no-one knows where he has gone.’

  I saw Jane Dormer stiffen in the window-seat. If the Duke of Suffolk had disappeared then it could mean only one thing: he was raising his hundreds of tenants and retainers to restore the throne to his daughter Jane. We were faced with an uprising for Elizabeth and a rebellion for Queen Jane. Those two names could turn out more than half of the country, and all the courage and determination that Queen Mary had shown before could come to nothing now.

  ‘And Lady Elizabeth? Does she know of this? Is she at Ashridge still?’

  ‘Courtenay says that she was on the brink of marriage with him, and the two of them were to take your throne and rule together. Thank God the lad has seen sense and come over to us in time. She knows of everything, she is waiting in readiness. The King of France will support her claim and send a French army to put her on the throne. She may even now be riding to head the rebel army.’

  I saw the queen’s colour drain from her face. ‘Are you sure of this? My Elizabeth would have marched to my execution?’

  ‘Yes,’ the duke said flatly. ‘She is up to her pretty ears in it.’

  ‘Thank God Courtenay has told us of this now,’ the bishop interrupted. ‘There may still be time for us to get you safely away.’

  ‘I would have thanked Courtenay more if he had the sense never to engage in it,’ my queen countered sharply. ‘Your young friend is a fool, my lord, and a weak disloyal fool at that.’ She did not wait for his defence. ‘So what must we do?’

  The duke stepped forward. ‘You must go to Framlingham at once, Your Grace. And we will put a warship on standby to take you out of the country to Spain. This is a battle you cannot win. Once you’re safe in Spain perhaps you can regroup, perhaps Prince Philip …’

  I saw her grip on the back of her chair tighten. ‘It is a mere six months since I rode into London from Framlingham,’ she said. ‘The people wanted me as queen then.’

  ‘You were their choice in preference to the Duke of Northumberland with Queen Jane as his puppet,’ he brutally reminded her. ‘Not instead of Elizabeth. The people want the Protestant religion and the Protestant princess. Indeed, they may be prepared to die for it. They won’t have you with Prince Philip of Spain as king.’

  ‘I won’t leave London,’ she said. ‘I have waited all my life for my mother’s throne, I shan’t abandon it now.’

  ‘You have no choice,’ he warned her. ‘They will be at the gates of the city within days.’

  ‘I will wait till that moment.’

  ‘Your Grace,’ Bishop Gardiner said. ‘You could withdraw to Windsor at least …’

  Queen Mary rounded on him. ‘Not to Windsor, not to the Tower, not to anywhere but here! I am England’s princess and I will stay here in my palace until they tell me that they want me as England’s princess no more. Don’t speak to me of leaving, my lords, for I will not consider it.’

  The bishop retreated from her passion. ‘As you wish, Your Grace. But these are troubled times and you are risking your life …’

  ‘The times may be troubled, but I am not troubled,’ she said fiercely.

  ‘You are gambling with your life as well as your throne,’ the duke almost shouted at her.

  ‘I know that!’ she exclaimed.

  He took a breath. ‘Do I have your command to muster the royal guard, and the city’s trained bands and lead them out against Wyatt in Kent?’ he asked.

  ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘But there must be no sieges of towns and no sacking of villages.’

  ‘It cannot be done!’ he protested. ‘In battle, one cannot protect the battle ground.’

  ‘These are your orders,’ she insisted icily. ‘I will not have a civil war fought over my wheat fields, especially in these starving times. These rebels must be put down like vermin. I won’t have innocent people hurt by the hunt.’

  For a moment he looked as if he would argue. Then she leaned towards him. ‘Trust me in this,’ she said persuasively. ‘I know. I am a virgin queen, my only children are my people. They have to see that I love them and care for them. I cannot get married on a tide of their innocent blood. This has to be gently done, and firmly done, and done only once. Can you do it for me?’

  He shook his head. ‘No,’ he said. He was too afraid to waste time in flattery. ‘Nobody can do it. They are gathering in their hundreds, in their thousands. T