Chapters (116)
- Cover
- The Last Tudor
- Family Trees
- BOOK I
- BRADGATE HOUSE, GROBY, LEICESTERSHIRE,
- SUFFOLK PLACE, LONDON,
- GREENWICH PALACE,
- GREENWICH PALACE,
- DURHAM HOUSE, LONDON,
- SUFFOLK PLACE, LONDON,
- THE OLD MANOR, CHELSEA,
- SYON HOUSE, ISLEWORTH,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- BOOK II
- BAYNARD’S CASTLE, LONDON,
- BEAUMANOR, LEICESTERSHIRE,
- BEAUMANOR, LEICESTERSHIRE,
- HAMPTON COURT PALACE,
- OATLANDS PALACE, SURREY,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- HANWORTH PALACE, MIDDLESEX,
- GREENWICH PALACE,
- NONSUCH PALACE, SURREY,
- HAMPTON COURT PALACE,
- HAMPTON COURT PALACE,
- CHARTERHOUSE, SHEEN,
- WINDSOR CASTLE,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- CHARTERHOUSE, SHEEN,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- GREENWICH PALACE,
- WINDSOR CASTLE,
- WINDSOR CASTLE,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- CANNON ROW, LONDON,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- GREENWICH PALACE,
- ON PROGRESS: THE ROAD TO WANSTEAD,
- PIRGO PALACE, ESSEX,
- MR. MORE’S HOUSE, HIGH STREET, IPSWICH,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- THE LIEUTENANT’S HOUSE, THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- LAMBETH PALACE, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- THE TOWER, LONDON,
- PIRGO PALACE, ESSEX,
- BOOK III
- WINDSOR CASTLE,
- WINDSOR CASTLE,
- WINDSOR CASTLE,
- GREENWICH PALACE,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- WHITEHALL PALACE, LONDON,
- WINDSOR CASTLE,
- CHEQUERS, BUCKINGHAMSHIRE,
- CHEQUERS, BUCKINGHAMSHIRE,
- CHEQUERS, BUCKINGHAMSHIRE,
- CHEQUERS, BUCKINGHAMSHIRE,
- CHEQUERS, BUCKINGHAMSHIRE,
- CHEQUERS, BUCKINGHAMSHIRE,
- CHEQUERS, BUCKINGHAMSHIRE,
- CHEQUERS, BUCKINGHAMSHIRE,
- CHEQUERS, BUCKINGHAMSHIRE,
- CHEQUERS, BUCKINGHAMSHIRE,
- CHEQUERS, BUCKINGHAMSHIRE,
- CHEQUERS TO LONDON,
- THE MINORIES, LONDON,
- GREENWICH PALACE,
- GREENWICH PALACE,
- GREENWICH PALACE,
- THE MINORIES, LONDON,
- GRIMSTHORPE CASTLE, LINCOLNSHIRE,
- GRIMSTHORPE CASTLE, LINCOLNSHIRE,
- GRIMSTHORPE CASTLE, LINCOLNSHIRE,
- GRIMSTHORPE CASTLE, LINCOLNSHIRE,
- GRESHAM HOUSE, BISHOPSGATE, LONDON,
- GRESHAM HOUSE, BISHOPSGATE, LONDON,
- GRESHAM HOUSE, BISHOPSGATE, LONDON,
- GRESHAM HOUSE, BISHOPSGATE, LONDON,
- GRESHAM HOUSE, BISHOPSGATE, LONDON,
- GRESHAM HOUSE, BISHOPSGATE, LONDON,
- GRESHAM HOUSE, BISHOPSGATE, LONDON,
- OSTERLEY PARK, MIDDLESEX,
- ST. BOTOLPH’S-WITHOUT-ALDGATE, LONDON,
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- BIBLIOGRAPHY
“Who told her?” I demand. I fold up my long hair and cram my hood on top. Thomasina is quick and skilled with a couple of pins.
“One of the maids,” she said. “She didn’t dare do otherwise. She just said you weren’t in your bed. Not where you are. But we’ve all known that you two were courting for months. Are you married?”
“Yes.”
“Without permission from the queen?”
“There’s no law against it,” I say pedantically. “There was a law but it was repealed.”
She laughs at me. “The queen doesn’t need a law to express her displeasure,” she says. “Ask Margaret Douglas. Ask your sister. God help you.”
She dives out of the door. “Hurry up!” I hear her call and the patter of her feet down the stairs.
Thomas shrugs on his billowing shirt and reaches for his livery jacket. “What should we do?” he asks me. “Shall I come with you to the queen?”
“No. You can’t come anyway if she’s in her bedchamber.”
“I have served her loyally since she came to the throne,” he remarks. “She knows that I am faithful.”
I compress my lips on my opinion of Elizabeth’s regard for her faithful servants. Ask Robert Dudley what rewards there are for serving her faithfully, ask William Cecil. “I’ll remind her of that, if she says anything,” I promise him.
I reach up on tiptoes and he bends down for a kiss. It is not a kiss for luck or a quick peck. He puts his arms around me and he holds me closely. He kisses me with passion, as if we may never kiss again. “I love you,” he says quietly. “Come to me at the gate as soon as you can, to tell me that things are well with you. Or send me a message that all is well.”
I show him a brave smile. “I shall come as soon as I can,” I say. “Wait for me. Wait for me.”
* * *
I go at a run to the queen’s presence chamber. Already it is filling up with petitioners and visitors who hope to catch her fleeting attention as she walks through to chapel. Half of them will be asking for clemency or pardon for men or women arrested for heresy or treason or suspicion. The prisons are crowded with suspects, the court crowded with their families. The Privy Council believe that the papists will rise against Elizabeth in support of Mary Queen of Scots. They believe that my cousin Margaret Douglas was conspiring with France and Spain to put her papist son and a papist queen on the throne. It has become a fearful country, a suspicious country, and now I am afraid and under suspicion too.