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  He shook his head. ‘I gave it to my pageboy and told him to give it to a fisherman who goes out deep into the French seas, and asked him to pass it to a French ship if he met with one, but I could do no more for you. We have heard nothing of the men who were captured. We have not even begun peace proposals. King Philip will keep us at war with France for as long as he can, and the queen is in no position to argue. There will be some exchange of prisoners, and men sent home, but God knows when.’ He shook his head as if to dislodge the memories of the fall of the infallible castle. ‘You know, I have never seen you in a gown before. You are transformed!’

  I tried to laugh but I could see Amy coming to claim her husband.

  ‘You will want to wash and change out of your riding clothes,’ she said firmly.

  Robert bowed to her.

  ‘There is hot water in your bed chamber,’ she said.

  ‘Then I’ll go up.’ He glanced over his shoulder. ‘And someone must show Dee where he is to lodge.’ I shrank back, but my lord did not notice. He called out: ‘Here, John – look at who we have here!’

  John Dee came forward and I saw that he was more changed than Robert. His hair was greying at the temples, his eyes were dark with fatigue. But his air of confidence and his inner peace were as strong as ever.

  ‘Who is this lady?’ he asked.

  ‘I am Hannah Carpenter, Mr Dee,’ I said guardedly. I did not know whether he was going to acknowledge that we had last met in the most terrible place in England when I was on trial for my life and he was my judge. ‘I was Hannah Green. The queen’s fool.’

  He looked quickly at me again and then a slow sweet smile spread from his eyes to his lips. ‘Ah, Hannah, I would not have known you in your gown.’

  ‘And he is Dr Dee now,’ my lord said casually. ‘Bishop Bonner’s chaplain.’

  ‘Oh,’ I said guardedly.

  ‘And is this your son?’ John Dee asked.

  ‘Yes. This is Daniel Carpenter,’ I said proudly, and John Dee reached forward and touched my little boy’s fingers with his own. Comically, Danny turned his head away and pressed his face into my shoulder.

  ‘How old is he?’

  ‘Nearly two.’

  ‘And his father?’

  I frowned. ‘I parted from my husband at Calais, I don’t know if he is safe,’ I said.

  ‘You have no … sense of him?’ John Dee asked me, his voice low.

  I shook my head.

  ‘Dr Dee, Hannah will show you to your chamber,’ Amy’s voice broke in abruptly, speaking of me as if I were her servant.

  I led the way up the stairs to one of the small bedchambers on the first floor, John Dee following me. Lord Robert sprang up the stairs two at a time behind us, we heard the door bang as he went into his room.

  I had barely showed John Dee where he was to sleep, the cupboard where he could put his clothes, and poured hot water for him to wash, when the chamber door opened and Lord Robert came in.

  ‘Hannah, don’t go,’ he said. ‘I want to hear your news.’

  ‘I have none,’ I said coolly. ‘I have been here, as you know, all this long while, with your wife, doing nothing.’

  He gave a short laugh. ‘Have you been bored, Mistress Boy? It cannot be worse than married life, surely?’

  I smiled. I was not going to tell Lord Robert that I had parted from my husband within a year of our marriage.

  ‘And have you kept your gift?’ John Dee asked quietly. ‘I always thought that the angels would only come to a virgin.’

  I thought for a moment, I could not forget that the last time I had seen him he had been advising Bishop Bonner. I remembered the woman who had cupped her torn fingers in her lap. I remembered the smell of urine in the little room and the wet warmth in my breeches, and my shame. ‘I don’t know, sir,’ I said, my voice very small.

  Robert Dudley heard the constraint in my tone and looked quickly from me to his friend. ‘How now?’ he asked sharply. ‘What’s this?’

  Dr Dee and I exchanged an odd complicit glance: that of the secret torturer to his unproclaimed victim, that of a horror shared. He said nothing.

  ‘Nothing,’ I said.

  ‘Odd sort of nothing,’ Lord Robert said, his tone hardening. ‘You tell me, John.’

  ‘She was brought before Bonner,’ John Dee said briefly. ‘Heresy. I was there. The charges were dismissed. She was released.’

  ‘My God, you must have pissed yourself, Hannah!’ Robert exclaimed.

  He hit the mark so precisely that my cheeks burned red and I gripped Daniel’s son against me.

  John Dee shot a brief apologetic look at me. ‘We were all afraid,’ he said. ‘But in this world, we all do what we have to do, Robert. We all do the best we can. Sometimes we wear masks, sometimes we can be ourselves, sometimes the masks are truer than the faces. Hannah betrayed no-one and was clearly innocent herself. She was released. That’s all.’

  Lord Robert leaned over and gripped Bishop Bonner’s most orthodox, most rigorous chaplain by the hand. ‘That’s all indeed. I would not have wanted her racked, she knows much too much. I am glad you were there.’

  John Dee did not glow in return. ‘No-one was there by choice,’ he said. ‘There were more innocents than this one that went to be scourged and burned.’

  I looked from one man to the other, wondering where the allegiances truly lay. At least now I knew enough not to ask, and not to trust any answer.

  Lord Robert turned back to me. ‘And so do you have your gift still, even though you have lost your virginity?’

  ‘It comes so rarely that it is hard to tell. But I had a true seeing in Calais, after my wedding: I foresaw the horsemen riding through the streets.’ I shut my eyes against the memory.

  ‘You saw the French coming into Calais?’ Lord Robert asked incredulously. ‘Dear God, why didn’t you warn me?’

  ‘I would have done if I had known what it was,’ I replied. ‘Don’t doubt me. I would have come at once if I could have understood what I was seeing. But it was so unclear. It was a woman being cut down as she ran from them and calling out …’ I broke off. I would not tell even these trusted men that she called me to take her son. Danny was mine now. ‘God knows I would have warned that woman … even though … I would not want anyone to suffer that death.’

  Robert shook his head and turned to look out of the window. ‘I wish to God I had been warned,’ he said moodily.

  ‘Will you scry for me again?’ John Dee asked. ‘So that we can see if your gift remains true?’

  I looked at him in utter disbelief. ‘Are you seeking the advice of angels?’ I asked the Inquisitor’s chaplain. ‘You? Of all men?’

  John Dee was not at all perturbed by the sharpness of my tone. ‘I do not change my beliefs. And we need guidance all the more, in these troubled times. But we must ask discreetly. There is always danger for those who seek knowledge. But if we could know that the queen will give birth to a healthy child we would be better able to plan for the future. If she is to be blessed with a son, then Princess Elizabeth should change her plans.’

  ‘And I should change mine,’ Lord Robert remarked wryly.

  ‘Anyway, I don’t know if I can do it,’ I said. ‘I have only seen the future just once, in all the time I was in Calais.’

  ‘Shall we try this evening?’ Lord Robert asked. ‘Will you try and see if it comes easily, Hannah? For old times’ sake?’

  My gaze slid past him to John Dee. ‘No,’ I said flatly.

  John Dee looked directly at me, his dark eyes meeting mine with honesty. ‘Hannah, I do not pretend that my ways are not dark and tortuous,’ he said simply. ‘But you for one should be glad that I was there at St Paul’s when you were arraigned to answer.’

  ‘I was glad that my innocence was recognised,’ I said staunchly. ‘And I don’t want to go in there again.’

  ‘You will not,’ he said simply. ‘My word on it.’

  ‘So will you scry for us?’ my lord pressed me.