I was heartened to hear it. I needed her to be pleased.

He came to a sudden halt. “Best not mention any of the past business, eh? Her Majesty will no doubt show gratitude for your services, but … well”-he coughed uneasily-“I’d not remind her of it. She’d rather forget what Northumberland and his sons nearly did to her.”

“Naturally, I understand the need for discretion.”

“Yes, a man in your position would. Are you here for work, then? If so, I daresay you’ll find it. Her Majesty is always in need of able men, and you’re as able as they come.”

I could only hope Mary would feel the same. Of Elizabeth, I dared not ask. But I did want to know of a friend I’d not heard from in some time. “Is Barnaby Fitzpatrick here?”

Rochester paused, frowning. Then his broad smile returned. “Ah, you must mean our late king’s companion. No, he’s in Ireland. Her Majesty honored his claim to the baronage of Upper Ossory. He left a few months ago.”

I did not remark, recalling that Barnaby had feared Mary’s accession because of her staunch Catholicism. Apparently he’d found a way to escape living directly under her rule.

We entered a gallery. Enormous double doors stood at the far end under a carved archway. As I caught the distant sound of music, my pulse quickened. The great hall lay beyond those doors. Instead of leading me there, however, Rochester steered me in the opposite direction, into another, darker gallery and through a narrow corridor, after which we started up a flight of cramped stairs.

Rochester panted, his girth taking a toll on his breath. “I’ve put you in one of the smaller rooms on the second floor. The Hapsburg delegation is here, and we’re rather crowded at the moment. We can see later about something better for you, eh?”

We reached a low-ceilinged hallway punctuated by a series of plain doors. I recognized this section of the palace as well. This was where Robert Dudley and his brothers had lodged when their father the duke held sway. It felt strange to be here again, a free man in service to the princess, when just months before I’d been a Dudley squire with little hope of escaping my lot.

“Did you bring any servants?” Rochester sifted through keys on an iron ring he produced as if by magic from his voluminous breeches.

“Yes, one squire. He’s gone to stable our horses.”

“Oh, fine. The chamber is big enough for you and a squire.” As he unlocked the door before us, I braced myself. Had he actually brought me to the same room? One look inside showed me he had not. While the chamber bore some resemblance to that overturned sty where the Dudley boys had bedded, this room was smaller, almost fully occupied by a utilitarian cot, with a rush mat on the floor, a rickety-looking stool, and a battered chest, on which sat a pewter decanter, a warped candlestick, and two wooden cups. I saw no privy area save for a bucket in a corner. A mean thick-glassed window set high in the wall probably admitted little daylight. Now, tallow flares in oil dishes cast a rancid glow.

“Hardly luxurious, but at least it’s clean,” said Rochester, “and not damp like the rooms on the lower floor. At this time in the year, you could catch an ague there overnight.”

“It suits me.” I set my bag on the floor. “I prefer my accommodations simple.”

“Well, this is about as simple as it gets. You must be hungry. There’ll be some leftovers from tonight’s feast. You can go to the kitchens or have your squire fetch a platter. I’ll see word is sent to him. The stables are also full, and he may have trouble securing stalls. The Spaniards arrived with horses.” He rolled his eyes. “Can you believe it? Horses! Brought all the way from Spain on ships, as if we didn’t have anything to ride here.”

“I’ve heard the Spanish breed some of the best horses in the world,” I said. I wasn’t about to be drawn into criticism of foreigners, though I did find it noteworthy that he’d referred to the Hapsburg delegation as “Spaniards.” Recalling the graffiti I’d seen, I added, “The people don’t seem too pleased about their visit, either. I saw placards in the city.”

“Aye, that would be the apprentices.” He shook his head. “Cheeky lot. Ought to mind their manners, lest Her Majesty claps all of them in the Fleet for their insolence.” He turned solemn. “We had an incident at court not too long ago. Someone tossed a dead dog into the queen’s chapel.” He grimaced. “They’d tonsured the poor animal like a priest and tied a note about its neck calling for death to all Catholics. Since then, she’s ordered the curfew strictly enforced. The apprentices are still posting placards, but they’re wise enough to do it late at night to avoid our patrols. If any gets caught, he’ll lose a hand.”

I took a few moments to contemplate this. Evidently, the anti-Spanish faction was more overt than Cecil had supposed. I decided it couldn’t hurt to ask. It wasn’t as if the rumor were a secret, given the upset in London. “I’ve heard that Her Majesty is considering taking Philip of Spain as her husband. Could it have anything to do with the protest?”

Rochester’s expression froze for a moment. Then he harrumphed. “Philip of Spain? Now, where did you hear that? I wouldn’t put too much stock in rumors, if I were you. They’re a dozen a groat these days.” He tugged at his doublet. “Well, then, I’ll leave you to rest. I’ll advise Her Majesty and let you know as soon as she has time to see you.”

I inclined my head. “I am indebted to your kindness.”

“Oh, not at all! As I said, delighted you’re here.” He left, clicking the door shut behind him. In the silence, I moved to the coffer to touch the decanter.

It was hot. Lifting the lid, I found it full of mulled wine.

I had the distinct sense that Rochester had been expecting me.

After drinking half the jug, I collapsed on the hard bed. Despite the scratchy mattress and my best efforts to stay awake, I soon drifted to sleep. When I awoke hours later, my mouth was dry and the room so dark I couldn’t see my hands in front of my face. I didn’t recall dousing the tallow lights. As I struggled to get my bearings, I realized I wasn’t alone. There was a warm weight by my feet.

I reached down. A warm lick on my hand and a soft muzzle told me Elizabeth’s treasured greyhound, Urian, whom she had brought with her from Hatfield, was here. I eased my foot out from under the coarse blanket covering me and nudged Peregrine, who was, as I suspected, curled in his cloak on a reed mat on the floor.

“You’ll catch your death of cold down there! And you took your time getting here.”

“I found Urian, didn’t I?” he asked. “I also befriended a groom who told me the princess goes riding in the mornings with her friend. I didn’t know she had friends here.”

I was suddenly wide awake. “Neither did I. Did this groom say who her friend was?”

“Edward Courtenay, Earl of Devon. Apparently he’s her cousin.”

“Did he say anything else?” I could barely restrain the impulse to bombard him with questions, recalling what Cecil had told me about Courtenay. I concentrated on breathing deep, pretending I was starting to fall back asleep before I muttered, “She’s going to notice her dog is missing.”

“That would be the point. Urian would only go with someone he trusts.”

I smiled, crossing my arms behind my head as Elizabeth’s hound settled between my legs. Peregrine’s breathing deepened. The boy could sleep anywhere.

I now had confirmation of her association with Courtenay, whatever it was, and it didn’t bode well, not if Renard was targeting them. Then I thought of the dead dog tossed into the queen’s chapel, a placard denouncing Catholics knotted about its neck.

What perilous path did Elizabeth tread?

WHITEHALL

Chapter Four

I woke before dawn. As I hastily washed my face in the basin, after breaking a film of ice on the water, Peregrine lurched to his feet and insisted on attending me, staggering out the door with his hair askew and jug in hand to fetch fresh wash water.

He poured the jug over my head while I stood in the lumpy basin, the water so cold I was barely able to move my arms to wash myself. “You must find us a brazier, charcoal burner, anything, so long as it holds fire,” I

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