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  ‘I think my heart is really broken,’ Amy said quietly. ‘I think it must be. The pain in my breast is so sharp and constant that I think it will be the death of me. It is truly heartbreak. I don’t think it will mend. It doesn’t matter whether he is worth it or not. It is done. Even if she were to marry the archduke and Robert were to come riding home to me and say that it was all a mistake, how could we be happy again? My heart is broken and it will always be broken from now on.’

  The queen’s ladies could do nothing to please her, she stalked about her rooms at Whitehall Palace like a vexed lioness. She sent for, and then dismissed, her musicians. She would not read. She could not rest. She was in a frenzy of worry and distress. She wanted to send for Cecil, she could not imagine how she would manage without him. She wanted to send for her uncle, but no-one knew where he was, and then she changed her mind and did not want to see him anyway. There were petitioners waiting to see her in her chamber but she would not go out to them, the dressmaker came with some furs from Russia but she would not even look at them. Prince Erik of Sweden had written her a twelve-page letter, pinned with a diamond; but she could not be troubled to read it.

  Nothing could free Elizabeth from the terror that rode her like a hag. She was a young woman in only the second year of her reign, and yet she had to decide whether or not to commit her kingdom to war against an unbeatable enemy, and the two men she trusted above all others had both left her.

  Sometimes she was certain that she was making a mistake from her own cowardice, at other moments she was certain she was protecting her country from disaster, all the time she was terrified that she was making a deep and grave error.

  ‘I’m going for Sir Robert,’ Laetitia Knollys whispered to her mother after watching Elizabeth’s frantic turning all morning from one unfinished activity to another.

  ‘Not without her order,’ Catherine replied.

  ‘Yes,’ Laetitia insisted. ‘He’s the only man who can comfort her, and if she goes on like this she will make herself ill and drive us all mad.’

  ‘Lettice!’ her mother said sharply but already the girl had slipped from the room and gone to Robert’s chambers.

  He was paying bills, a great money chest open before him, his steward presenting accounts and counting out coins for the huge costs of the stables.

  Laetitia tapped on the door and peeped into the room.

  ‘Mistress Knollys,’ Robert said levelly. ‘This is an improper honour indeed.’

  ‘It’s about the queen,’ she said.

  At once he leapt up, his quizzical look quite gone. ‘Is she safe?’

  Laetitia noted that his first thought was that Elizabeth might have been attacked. So her father was right, they were all in the greatest of danger, all the time.

  ‘She is safe, but much distressed.’

  ‘She sent for me?’

  ‘No. I came without being told. I thought you should come to her.’

  He gave her a slow smile. ‘You are a most extraordinary girl,’ he said. ‘Why did you take such a task on yourself?’

  ‘She’s beside herself,’ Laetitia confided. ‘It’s the war with Scotland. She can’t decide, and she has to decide. And now she has lost Cecil, and she seems to have lost you. She has no-one. Sometimes she thinks “yes”, sometimes she thinks “no”, but she’s not happy with either decision. She is as jumpy as a rabbit with a ferret on its scut.’

  Robert frowned at the impertinence of her language. ‘I’ll come,’ he said. ‘And I thank you for telling me.’

  She slid him a flirtatious smile under her dark eyelashes. ‘If I was the queen, I would want you at my side all the time,’ she said. ‘War or no war.’

  ‘And how are your wedding plans?’ he asked urbanely. ‘Dress made? Everything ready? Groom impatient?’

  ‘Thank you, yes,’ she said, quite composed. ‘And how is Lady Dudley? Not ill, I hope? Coming to court soon?’

  In the queen’s chambers, Elizabeth was at her seat by the fire, her ladies scattered around the room, tensely waiting for what she might next demand. Other courtiers stood about, hoping to be invited to speak with her, but Elizabeth would hear no petitions, would be distracted by no-one.

  Dudley came in, and at the sound of his step she turned at once. The leap of joy into her face could not be hidden. She rose to her feet: ‘Oh, Robert!’

  Without further invitation he went up to her and drew her with him into a window bay, away from the curious stares of her ladies. ‘I knew you were unhappy,’ he said. ‘I had to come. I could not stay away a moment longer.’

  ‘How did you know?’ she demanded, she could not stop herself leaning towards him. The very scent of his clothes, of his hair, was a deep comfort to her. ‘How did you ever know that I need you so badly?’

  ‘Because I cannot rest without being near you,’ he said. ‘Because I need you too. Has something upset you?’

  ‘Cecil has left me,’ she said brokenly. ‘I cannot manage without him.’

  ‘I knew he had gone, of course; but why?’ Robert asked, though he had received a full report from Thomas Blount on the day that Cecil left.

  ‘He said he would not stay with me unless we made war on the French and I don’t dare, Robert, I really don’t dare, and yet how can I rule without Cecil at my side?’

  ‘Good God, I thought he would never leave you. I thought you and he had sworn an oath.’

  Elizabeth’s mouth was working. ‘I thought he never would,’ she said. ‘I would have trusted him with my life. But he says he cannot serve me if I will not listen to him, and Robert … I am too afraid.’

  The last words were a little thread of sound, she glanced around the room as if her fear were a most shameful secret that she could only trust to him.

  — Ah, it’s not just the war — he thought. — Cecil is like a father to her. He’s the advisor she has trusted for years. And Cecil has a view of this country unlike any other. He really does think of it as a nation in its own right, not a motley crew of warring families which was my father’s view … mine too. Cecil’s love of England, his very belief in England, is a greater vision than mine or hers. He keeps her steady, he keeps her faithful, even if it’s nothing but a dream. —

  ‘I’m here now,’ he said, as if his presence would be enough to comfort her. ‘We’ll talk together after dinner, and we will decide what should be done. You’re not alone, my love. I am here to help you.’

  She leaned closer. ‘I can’t do it on my own,’ she whispered to him. ‘It’s too much. I can’t decide, I am too afraid. I don’t know how to decide. And I never see you now. I gave you up for Scotland, and now it has cost me Cecil too.’

  ‘I know,’ Robert said. ‘But I will be at your side again, I’ll stand your friend. No-one can blame us. The archduke has cooled of his own accord, and Arran is defeated, good for nothing. No-one can say that I’m standing between you and a good marriage. And I’ll get Cecil back for you. He shall advise us and we shall decide. You don’t have to be the judge of it on your own, my love, my dearest love. I shall be with you now. I shall stay with you.’

  ‘It can make no difference to us.’ She hesitated. ‘I can’t be your lover ever again. I shall have to marry someone. If not this year, then next.’

  ‘Just let me be at your side until then,’ he said simply. ‘Neither of us can bear our lives when we are apart.’

  That night at dinner the queen laughed at her fool for the first time in many weeks, and Sir Robert sat at her side once more and poured her wine.

  ‘This wet weather has got into the very timbers of the roof,’ he remarked as the servants took the meats and the puddings off the table and brought the sweetmeats and the sugared fruits. ‘My room is so damp, you can see the steam coming off my linen when Tamworth holds it before the fire in the morning.’

  ‘Tell them to change your rooms,’ she said lightly. ‘Tell the groom of the household to put you back in your old rooms beside mine.’

  He waited. He knew t