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
“Having us sit as judges on the private life of a queen,” I remind him. “Making all of us attend such an inquiry. What did he want us to find? Three times her enemies brought the filthy letters in secret and asked the judges to read them in secret and make a verdict on evidence that no one else could see. How could anyone do such a thing? To such a queen as her?”
“Well, thank God you did not, for your refusal defeated Cecil. The queen always wanted to be fair to her cousin, and now she finds a way out. Queen Mary is saved. And Cecil’s persecution is thrown back to the Lutherans where it belongs.”
“It is the queen’s own wish? I knew she would do the right thing!”
“She has opposed Cecil from the very beginning. She has always said that the Queen of Scots must have her throne again. Now she has convinced Cecil of it.”
“Praise be. What’s to happen?”
He breaks off as she has pulled up her horse ahead of us and turned to call to me. “Chowsbewwy, can I gallop here?”
The track ahead of her is even and grassy and rises steadily uphill. My heart is always in my mouth when she thunders off like a cavalry charge but the going is firm and she should be safe. “Not too fast,” I say, like a worried father. “Don’t go too fast,” and she waves her whip like a girl, wheels her horse, and takes off like a mad thing with her guards and Westmorland trailing behind her, hopelessly outpaced.
“Good God!” exclaims Percy. “She can ride!”
“She’s always like this,” I say, and we let our horses go after her for a long breathless gallop until she pulls up and we all come tumbling up to her side and find her laughing with her hat blown askew and her thick dark hair falling down.
“That was so good!” she says. “Chowsbewwy, did I frighten you again?”
“Why can you not ride at a normal pace?” I exclaim and she laughs again.
“Because I love to be free,” she says. “I love to feel the horse stretch out and the thunder of his hooves and the wind in my face and knowing we can go on and on forever.”
She turns her horse for she cannot go on and on forever, or at least not today, and leads the way back to the castle.