'My mother said they helped.'
'Some did. But there is a cruel group among them who find us game for hunting, or sport when they are bored.' As he looked out past the broken tiles, across the smoky city, Will could feel the eyes of Launceston, Mayhew, and Carpenter on his back, all waiting to see how Miller would deal with the news. He had revealed to him the problem and brought him down; now it was time to uncover the solution. 'But no more,' he added.
'But ... the scarecrow in the street. They do not leave us alone,' Miller said, puzzled.
'No. There are other accounts, but fewer now. Mere skirmishes, to let us know they still exist. The hot war we fought with their kind has blown cold.' Will struck a defiant tone as he turned back to Miller. 'We found a way to fight back.'
'Against a power like that? How?'
'Your thanks should go to Doctor Dee. When Elizabeth came to the throne in 1558 and received the truth of these matters passed down across the years through royal channels, she decided it was time to take a stand. The people of England could no longer be the plaything of an outside power. Determined to end generations of suffering, she turned to her teacher, advisor, and confidant Doctor Dee, and brought him close, charging him with the task. Through his esoteric studies, Dee came upon a solution, and after a night in which it is said storms tore England apart and ghosts walked in every churchyard, England's defences were secured.'
'How did Doctor Dee achieve such a thing?'
'In this business of secrets, Dee keeps his closer than any. Whatever he did ... whatever price he paid ... it changed everything overnight. The Enemy could no longer attack us with impunity. They retreated to their distant homes, seething that those they considered so lowly had now risen up to challenge their rule.'
'If we have locked them out, how do they return to torment us?' Miller asked.
'Over time, they still find a way through here or there, a quick blow, but it is nothing like before. Yet in their absence they are even more dangerous. Their loss of power has wounded them. Always arrogant, they refuse to accept they now have equals and are determined to bring us once again to our knees. Now, instead of seeing us as sport, they see us as a threat, and they are determined to destroy us for all time. And so they plot, and bide their time, and search for a way through our defences. We must be ever vigilant, for we do not know where or when their decisive blow will come. And it will come, sooner or later. Their intellect, and their anger, burn hot. They have been spurned, and they will want a vengeance that will clear us from the world.'
'And this business with the Silver Skull?'
Will was pleased to see that Miller's unease had dissipated a little. His brow was furrowed as he turned over the information, weighing options, realising, Will hoped, that there was no need to be fatalistic.
'They have never launched such a bold attack before, which suggests this artefact is of the greatest importance to them. And the only thing they consider important now is our destruction.'
'So ... so ... we do not fight the Spanish?'
'We do. We are in a bitter struggle with our Earthly enemies for our continued existence as a nation. That is how it always has been, though our lot was made more difficult by Henry's decision to break with Rome. But now the Enemy stirs and manipulates our Catholic opponents. Indeed, not just Spain, or France, but all the foreign monarchs. We should stand shoulder to shoulder against a common foe, but religion is a formidable wedge. Catholic? Protestant? It means nothing to me. We are all brothers in our skin. But the Enemy is skilled at finding weaknesses and exploiting them to their own advantage.'
Cleaning his nails with his knife, Launceston came over. Will could see he had softened in his opinion of Miller now that the youth had not lost his head. 'At times it appears the whole world is against us, with the Enemy manipulating all to crush us. But we have risen up off our knees and now that we have gained freedom, we shall not let it go again. We will do whatever it takes to survive.'
'And this is our job, then?' Miller asked.
'This is the true reason for our network of spies,' Will agreed. 'Yes, we have agents in the foreign courts and we continually gather information against our Earthly enemies, but the real reason for our existence is the true Enemy.'
'We operate in the shadows, always presenting two faces to the world,' Launceston continued, 'but the true nature of our fight, and the Enemy we face, must never be revealed. For the people of England would lose hope if they knew the scale of the forces ranged against us.'
'After Dee's defences were secured, the first plans for a secret service to oppose the Enemy's renewed attention were laid by Elizabeth's chief minister William Cecil, Lord Burghley, and in 1566 he summoned our Lord Walsingham to enact the strategy that we now see through today.'
Miller clutched his temples. 'My head is spinning. I can no longer tell what is truth or fiction. This all seems like a dream. A nightmare.'
'A nightmare indeed,' Launceston replied, 'and we continue to take those bad dreams back to the Enemy's door. We have fought them to a standstill in the twenty-two years since Lord Walsingham came to court, and there have been casualties on both sides. The battle will continue, cold, and hard, and fought forever in the shadows. I cannot see an end to it.'
'We cannot defeat them?' Miller asked.
'They are like the sea,' Launceston replied.
'But if our defences ever crack, they would wash us away in the flood,' Will said. 'We cannot let that happen. Our guard must not fall for an instant. You see now the importance of the work we do?'
'It is all down to us?' Miller's voice had grown thin and reedy.
'England and our queen demand the best of us,' Will said. 'We shall not let them down.'
Outside, a flock of birds rose suddenly into the sky, cawing discordantly as they swooped across the rooftops. It was a strangely desolate sound that touched them all.
'I would be alone with my thoughts for a while,' Miller said quietly. 'You have given me much to ponder.'
Once again, Launceston fixed an incisive eye on the youth.
'Take your moment,' Will said, 'but when night falls the time for thinking will have passed. Then we act.'
CHAPTER 13
ranches tore at Will's face and brambles ripped at his ankles as he crashed through the trees in search of the watcher. It was cool in the twilit world, the trees so densely packed in the ancient forest that he could barely see more than ten feet ahead. After a moment, he came to a halt against a twisted oak and listened intently. Only the sighing of the wind reached his ears.
After a moment's hesitation, he picked his way back along the trail he had made. It would be too dangerous to go any deeper. Near-impenetrable in parts, the Forest of Arden sprawled for mile upon mile across the Warwickshire countryside and was home to bands of cutthroats and robbers.
In the high summer heat, jenny sat on the grassy slope falling away from the forest's edge, the whole of their world spread before her. She greeted him with a wry smile. 'Starting at shadows again,' she teased.
Will was caught by a moment of pure clarity. Her dress, the blue of forget-me- nots, the tumble of her brown hair across her shoulders, features more delicate than all the other village girls, green eyes more intelligent, the faintly quizzical nature of her smile. Some element, or combination of elements, brought forth an acute awareness of the tumble of time: from the moment the tomboy pushed him into the pond on the green when he was ten, through the fights and the arguments, the slow surfacing of respect, emotions and perceptions shifting and coalescing across the seasons. At no point would he ever have predicted it would lead here, now. But it had.
'Some of the girls hereabouts dream of a valiant protector who would fling themselves into danger at the slightest provocation. ' He sniffed archly.
'Then you should seek them out. '
Lounging languorously next to her, he feigned aloofness, but his gaze was continually drawn back to the trees
