dried lavender and muslin bags of rose petals everywhere. Sheets had been strung from ropes across the hold to provide a modicum of privacy.
When he appeared at the foot of the creaking steps, the curtains shifted as suspicious eyes inspected him. Puzzled mutterings rolled around the dark space and for a moment he was afraid the alarm would be raised, but from the glances he received from some of the younger women, he could tell they had been starved of comfort as much as the men. They flashed quick, nervous smiles and held his gaze a moment too long. Even the older wives occasionally let their gaze linger, though they maintained severe or sombre expressions and muttered angrily about his presence in their midst.
As the hull rang with the sound of barrels banging up the side of the ship, he realised time was running out and took the risk of asking one of the young wives where he could find an Englishwoman. Shyly, she guided him to the back of the living quarters where an area had been curtained off with several sheets of sailcloth.
Will pushed through the final sheet, and there was Grace, hugging her knees in one corner, a chain fastened to one ankle and affixed to the hull. She was not wearing the Silver Skull.
His relief palpable, he grabbed her and held her tightly for a moment. Her shock gave way to a rush of silent emotion, but after a moment she pulled back, her eyes blazing. She jabbed a finger towards him and fumed, '`Kill the king'?'
'Grace-'
'Have you come to finish the job? Where is your knife?' She thrust her chest towards him and framed her heart with her hands. 'There. Does that make it easier?'
'Grace-'
'`Oh, yes, I will protect you, Grace. Until it comes to a hard choice and then I will blithely toss you to the wolves.''
'You are alive, are you not?' he snapped.
'No thanks to you.'
'Months apart and your first instinct is to scold me like a child? You are the most infuriating woman I know.'
'I can give you your due reward once we are away from here. How will you free me from this chain?' With frustration, she gave it a yank then let it clatter to the boards.
'This is not the time,' he began hesitantly.
She gave a sarcastic sigh. 'Of course not.'
'We are in the middle of the enemy's fleet. There is no chance of escaping with our lives at this time.'
'Then how did you get here?'
'I am now William Prowd, a mercenary in the employ of Philip of Spain. Trust me, Grace. When the time is right-'
'Oh, yes, I trust you. Of course. When the time is right. In the meantime, I will continue to enjoy the indignities heaped upon me.'
Will took a breath to steady himself. 'Have you been ill treated?' he said, pronouncing every word carefully.
'Don Alanzo has treated me well, apart from chaining me like a dog.' She sniffed.
Will took her face in his hands and examined her eyes. Deep within was a hint of whatever subtle control Malantha had exerted over her at El Esco rial. Although she was not in the Unseelie Court's thrall at that moment, they still planned to use her in their plot, and then her life would be forfeit.
'What has happened to the Silver Skull?' he asked. 'Don Alanzo intended to make you its bearer.'
She explained how Don Alanzo had fixed the mask to Mayhew on the carriage ride from El Escorial.
'Then perhaps there is still some honour within him,' Will said. 'Now, I have but little time here before I am discovered. You must tell me quickly what you have learned during your time with Don Alanzo. He speaks with you?'
'He visits me to enquire after my well-being and if I have any needs, and on those occasions, we pass the time, if not as friends then as people who share a bond.' Her face darkened. 'A bond of suffering.'
'Do you know where Mayhew is? Hidden on the flagship?'
She shook her head. 'He was taken aboard a ship with grey sails. It appeared deserted. I have not seen its kind before.'
'Then I must board that grey-sailed ship and see for myself,' Will said, knowing exactly what that statement entailed. 'Mayhew is the architect of much of the misery we have experienced. He will pay dearly for his crimes.'
The clattering of the barrels continued, accompanied by a bout of shouting and cursing. Soon they would come looking for him.
'Don Alanzo did not tell me his plans,' Grace continued, 'but he was unguarded in some of his comments. He does not see me as a threat, and he knows there is nothing I can do until the Spanish plot bears fruition. There is some hidden weapon-'
'The Silver Skull?'
'No, another. Something that will be used when the Spanish fleet encounters our English ships. Don Alanzo appeared troubled when he realised he had mentioned it. It seemed to me that this was a secret even the Spanish officers did not know ... something of which only Don Alanzo and a few others were aware.'
'Spies are privy to many secrets denied the common man. That is our benefit and our burden,' Will replied. 'He said no more? What it was? Where it is held?'
She shook her head.
'Any more regarding the Spanish invasion plans?'
'No.' After a brief pause, she added, 'I asked him about jenny.'
Will flinched. 'Why would you ask Don Alanzo about her?'
'I know your work is in some way connected to jenny's disappearance, or so you think. If she was taken by Spanish spies, you would not tell me, for fear I would rush to Walsingham, or the queen herself, and demand we do all we can do to gain her return, even if it be war.'
'And what did Don Alanzo say?' he asked.
'He sat down, here, and listened carefully to all my pleadings. He knew something, or he would not have listened.'
'He knows nothing. Don Alanzo understands the world in which we operate, that is all.'
'He told me he would make enquiries as to her well-being.' Tears stung her eyes, and in them was a hint of accusation that Will had not done enough.
The clattering outside ended and silence descended on the ship. 'I must go. We shall talk of this later,' he said.
'And when will that be?' she asked tartly. 'I would plan my swooning.'
'Soon.'
'I heard the order to put back to sea. Do you wait until we make land, which means England will have fallen, and our lives will amount to nothing? Or do we go down at sea under the weight of English cannon?'
'Trust me. I will do everything in my power to help you.'
Relenting, she gave an exasperated nod. He squeezed her hand and an uneasy moment passed between them, before he stepped past the sailcloth and hurried back through the living quarters.
Back on deck, one of his fellows, a gruff Spaniard, angrily accused him of slacking. A fight brewed until the guards stepped in and urged the Spanish seaman over the side to the rowboat.
As Will waited to follow, a shadow loomed over him. It was Hawksworth; he'd been out of sight somewhere on deck, and must have arrived after Will.
How much did he see? Will wondered.
His answer came when Hawksworth leaned in and whispered, 'I know who you are,' before sweeping away across the deck.
CHAPTER 47
