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stairs emerged into a little lobby room, which led to the queen’s private chamber. Jane Dormer was sewing in the window-seat, half a dozen women working alongside her; one of the queen’s ladies was reading from the Book of Psalms. I saw the queen run her eye over the room like a school mistress observing an obedient class and give a little nod of pleasure. Philip of Spain, when he finally came, would find a sober and devout court.
‘Come, Hannah,’ she said, taking a seat at the fireside and gesturing to me to sit on a stool nearby.
I dropped down, folded my knees under my chin and looked up at her.
‘I want you to do me a service,’ she said abruptly.
‘Of course, Your Grace,’ I said. I was about to rise to my feet in case she was sending me on an errand but she put her hand on my shoulder.
‘I’m not sending you to run a message,’ she said. ‘I am sending you to look at something for me.’
‘Look at something?’
‘Look with your gift, with your inner eye.’
I hesitated. ‘Your Grace, I will try, but you know it is not at my command.’
‘No, but you have seen the future twice with me; once you spoke of my becoming queen and once you spoke to warn me of heartbreak. Now I want you to warn me again.’
‘Warn you against what?’ My voice was as low as hers. No-one in the room could have heard us over the crackle of the logs in the fireplace.
‘Against Elizabeth,’ she breathed.
For a moment I said nothing, my gaze on the red ember caverns under the big applewood logs.
‘Your Grace, there are wiser heads than mine to advise you,’ I said with difficulty. In the brightness of the fire I could almost see the flame of the princess’s hair, the dazzle of her confident smile.
‘None I trust more. None who comes with your gift.’
I hesitated. ‘Is she coming to court?’
Mary shook her head. ‘She won’t come. She says she is ill. She says she is near death with sickness, a swelling of the belly and of her limbs. She is too ill to get out of bed. Too ill to be moved. It is an old illness of hers, a real one, I believe. But it always comes on at certain times.’
‘Certain times?’
‘When she is very afraid,’ Mary said quietly, ‘and when she has been caught out. The first time she was sick like this was when they executed Thomas Seymour. Now I think she fears being accused of another plot. I am sending my doctors to see her, and I want you to go too.’
‘Of course.’ I did not know what else I could say.
‘Sit with her, read to her, be her companion as you have been mine. If she is well enough to come to court, you can travel with her and keep her spirits up on the journey. If she is dying you can comfort her, send for a priest and try to turn her thoughts to her salvation. It is not too late for her to be forgiven by God. Pray with her.’
‘Anything else?’ My voice was a thread of sound. The queen had to lean forward to hear me.
‘Spy on her,’ she said flatly. ‘Everything she does, everyone she sees, everyone in that household of hers who are all heretics and liars, every one. Every name you hear mentioned, every friend they hold dear. Write to me every day and tell me what you have learned. I have to know if she is plotting against me. I have to have evidence.’
I clasped my hands tight around my knees and felt the tremble in my legs and the quiver in my fingers. ‘I cannot be a spy,’ I breathed. ‘I cannot betray a young woman to her death.’
‘You have no other master now,’ she reminded me gently. ‘Northumberland is dead and Robert Dudley in the Tower. What else can you do but my bidding?’
‘I am a fool, not a spy,’ I said. ‘I am your fool, not your spy.’
‘You are my fool and you shall give me the gift of your counsel,’ she ordered. ‘And I say, go to Elizabeth, serve her as you serve me, and report to me everything you see and hear, but more importantly wait for your gift to speak. I think you will see through her lies and be able to tell me what is in her heart.’
‘But if she is sick and dying …’
For a moment the hard lines around her mouth and eyes softened. ‘If she dies then I will have lost my only sister,’ she said bleakly. ‘I will have sent inquisitors to her when I should have gone myself and held her in my arms. I don’t forget that she was a baby when I first cared for her, I don’t forget that she learned to walk holding on to my fingers.’ She paused for a moment, smiling at the thought of those fat little hands clutching at her for support, and then she shook her head, as if she would dismiss the love she had for that little red-headed toddler.
‘It comes too pat,’ she said simply. ‘Tom Wyatt is arrested, his army fails, and Elizabeth takes to her bed too ill to write, too ill to reply to me, too ill to come to London. She is as ill as she was when Jane was put on the throne and I wanted her at my side. She is always ill when there is danger. She has been plotting against me and she has suffered nothing but a reverse; not a change of heart. I have to know if she and I can live together as queen and heir, as sisters; or that the worst has come to me and she is my enemy and will stop at nothing till my death.’ She turned her dark honest gaze back to me. ‘You can tell me that,’ she said. ‘It is no dishonour to warn me if she hates me and would have me dead. You can bring her to London, or write to me that she is indeed ill. You shall be my eyes and ears at her bedside and God will guide you.’
I surrendered to her conviction. ‘When do I leave?’
‘Tomorrow at dawn,’ the queen said. ‘You can visit your father tonight if you wish, you need not come to dinner.’
I rose to my feet and gave her a little bow. She put out her hand to me. ‘Hannah,’ she said quietly.
‘Yes, Your Grace?’
‘I wish you could see into her heart and see that she is able to love me, and able to turn to the true faith.’
‘I hope I see that too,’ I said fervently.
Her mouth was working, holding back tears. ‘But if she is faithless, you must tell me, even though it will break my heart.’
‘I will.’
‘If she can be saved then we could rule together. She could be my sister at my side, the first of my subjects, the girl who is to come after me.’
‘Please God.’
‘Amen,’ she said quietly. ‘I miss her. I want her safe with me. Amen.’
I sent a message to tell my father that I would come to visit him, and that I would bring our dinner. As I tapped on the door I saw that he was working late, the illuminated printing room was bright at the rear of the dark shop. The light poured into the shop when he opened the press room door and came out, holding his candle high.
‘Hannah! Mi querida!’
In a moment he had the bolt shot aside and I tumbled in, setting down my basket of food to hug him and then kneeling before him for his blessing.
‘I brought you dinner from the palace,’ I said.
He chuckled. ‘A treat! I shall eat like a queen.’
‘She eats very badly,’ I said. ‘She’s not a good doer at all. You should eat like a councillor if you want to grow fat.’
He pushed the door shut behind me, turned his head and shouted towards the print room. ‘Daniel! She is here!’
‘Is Daniel here?’ I asked nervously.
‘He came to help me