Chapters (112)
- Cover
- The Other Queen
- CHATSWORTH HOUSE, DERBYSHIRE: BESS
- HAMPTON COURT: GEORGE
- BOLTON CASTLE: MARY
- CHATSWORTH: BESS
- HAMPTON COURT: GEORGE
- BOLTON CASTLE: MARY
- CHATSWORTH HOUSE: BESS
- HAMPTON COURT: GEORGE
- BOLTON CASTLE: MARY
- BOLTON CASTLE: GEORGE
- TUTBURY CASTLE: BESS
- ON THE JOURNEY FROM BOLTON CASTLE TO TUTBURY CASTLE: GEORGE
- ON THE JOURNEY FROM BOLTON CASTLE TO TUTBURY CASTLE: MARY
- TUTBURY CASTLE: BESS
- TUTBURY CASTLE: MARY
- TUTBURY CASTLE: BESS
- TUTBURY CASTLE: GEORGE
- TUTBURY CASTLE: BESS
- TUTBURY CASTLE: GEORGE
- TUTBURY CASTLE: MARY
- TUTBURY CASTLE: BESS
- TUTBURY CASTLE: MARY
- TUTBURY CASTLE: BESS
- WINGFIELD MANOR: GEORGE
- WINGFIELD MANOR: BESS
- WINGFIELD MANOR: MARY
- WINGFIELD MANOR: BESS
- WINGFIELD MANOR: MARY
- WINGFIELD MANOR: BESS
- WINGFIELD MANOR: MARY
- WINGFIELD MANOR: GEORGE
- WINGFIELD MANOR: BESS
- WINGFIELD MANOR: GEORGE
- TUTBURY CASTLE: MARY
- TUTBURY CASTLE: BESS
- TUTBURY CASTLE: GEORGE
- TUTBURY CASTLE: MARY
- TUTBURY CASTLE: BESS
- TUTBURY CASTLE: MARY
- TUTBURY CASTLE: GEORGE
- TUTBURY CASTLE: BESS
- TUTBURY CASTLE: MARY
- ON THE ROAD FROM TUTBURY CASTLE: BESS
- ON THE ROAD FROM TUTBURY CASTLE: MARY
- ASHBY-DE-LA-ZOUCHE CASTLE: BESS
- ASHBY-DE-LA-ZOUCHE CASTLE: GEORGE
- COVENTRY: MARY
- COVENTRY: BESS
- COVENTRY: GEORGE
- CHRISTMAS EVE, COVENTRY: MARY
- COVENTRY: BESS
- COVENTRY: GEORGE
- COVENTRY: MARY
- COVENTRY: GEORGE
- COVENTRY: MARY
- COVENTRY: BESS
- COVENTRY: GEORGE
- COVENTRY: BESS
- TUTBURY CASTLE: GEORGE
- TUTBURY CASTLE: MARY
- TUTBURY CASTLE: BESS
- TUTBURY CASTLE: MARY
- TUTBURY CASTLE: GEORGE
- TUTBURY CASTLE: BESS
- TUTBURY CASTLE: MARY
- WINDSOR CASTLE: GEORGE
- TUTBURY CASTLE: BESS
- TUTBURY CASTLE: MARY
- TUTBURY CASTLE: GEORGE
- TUTBURY CASTLE: BESS
- TUTBURY CASTLE: MARY
- TUTBURY CASTLE: GEORGE
- TUTBURY CASTLE: MARY
- CHATSWORTH: BESS
- ON THE ROAD TO CHATSWORTH: MARY
- CHATSWORTH: GEORGE
- CHATSWORTH: BESS
- CHATSWORTH: MARY
- CHATSWORTH: GEORGE
- WINGFIELD MANOR: MARY
- CHATSWORTH: BESS
- CHATSWORTH: MARY
- CHATSWORTH: BESS
- CHATSWORTH: MARY
- SHEFFIELD CASTLE: GEORGE
- SHEFFIELD CASTLE: BESS
- SHEFFIELD CASTLE: MARY
- SHEFFIELD CASTLE: GEORGE
- ON THE ROAD FROM SHEFFIELD CASTLE TO TUTBURY: BESS
- TUTBURY CASTLE: GEORGE
- TUTBURY CASTLE: MARY
- SHEFFIELD CASTLE: BESS
- SHEFFIELD CASTLE: GEORGE
- SHEFFIELD CASTLE: BESS
- SHEFFIELD CASTLE: MARY
- SHEFFIELD CASTLE: GEORGE
- CHATSWORTH: MARY
- COLD HARBOR HOUSE, LONDON: GEORGE
- SHEFFIELD CASTLE: BESS
- SHEFFIELD CASTLE: MARY
- WESTMINSTER HALL, LONDON: GEORGE
- SHEFFIELD CASTLE: BESS
- SHEFFIELD CASTLE: MARY
- LONDON: GEORGE
- SHEFFIELD CASTLE: MARY
- CHATSWORTH: BESS
- JUNE 1ST, 1572, LONDON: GEORGE
- HARDWICK HALL: BESS
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- BIBLIOGRAPHY
“She says her person is sacred but it is not sacred,” she says quietly. “Not anymore. She is Bothwell’s whore and my prisoner; she is not a sanctified queen anymore. The common people call her a whore; she has destroyed her own magic. She is my cousin but—see here—tonight she has taught me to kill my own kin. She has forced me to put my own family on the block. She is a woman and a queen as I am, and she herself has shown me that a woman and a queen is not immune from assassins. She herself has shown me how to put a knife to the throat of a queen. I pray that I will not have to execute her. I pray that it stops here, with my cousin, with my beloved cousin. I pray that his death is enough for her. For if I am ever advised to kill her, she herself has shown me the way.”
She sends me away with a small gesture of her hand and I bow and leave her with her lady-in-waiting and the yeoman of the guard with his torch. I go from the darkness of the Tower to the darker streets and walk to my home. Behind me all the way, I hear the quiet footsteps of a spy. Someone is watching me all the time now. I lie down on my bed, fully clothed, not expecting to sleep, and then I doze and have the worst nightmare I have ever suffered in my life. It is a jumble of terrible thoughts, all mistaken, a wicked roil from the devil himself, but a dream so real that it is like a seeing, a foreshadowing of what is to come. I could almost believe myself enchanted. I could believe myself accursed with foresight.
I am standing before the scaffold with the peers of the realm, but it is not Norfolk that they bring before us from an inner room but the queen’s other treacherous cousin: my Mary, my beloved Mary, the Queen of Scots. She is wearing her velvet gown of deepest black and her face is pale. She has a long white veil pinned to her hair and an ivory crucifix in her hand, a rosary around her slim waist. She is in black and white, like a nun in orders. She is as beautiful as the day I saw her first, ringed with fire, at bay, under the walls of Bolton Castle.