‘Thomas is also very busy,’ said Sir Francis. ‘Although the late conspirators have been dealt with, there is still much activity in France and Spain, which causes us concern. He misses your assistance.’
‘Sir,’ I said, ‘if you are about to offer me further employment here, I will save you time and trouble, and say that I cannot accept. My days are fully occupied at the hospital. I was glad to be of service to you during the crisis last year, but I cannot return now.’
My heart was beating very fast as I defied one of the most powerful man in the land, but I was relieved to see that he was not angry. I think perhaps he expected my answer, though he sighed.
‘Very well, Kit. I promised Thomas that I would ask you, but I see that you are determined not to be persuaded.’
We both rose.
‘However,’ he said, and my mouth went dry, dreading what he might say next, ‘if another crisis should arise and we should be in serious need of your assistance, might you be willing to return?’
‘If that should happen, and my work at the hospital is not too heavy,’ I said, smiling at him, ‘I might be able to help. For a short time.’
On my own terms, I thought. Without the threat of Poley.
We both bowed. At the door I turned back.
‘Please wish Master Phelippes God speed for the new year,’ I said. ‘And Arthur Gregory and Thomas Cassie. And of course Nicholas Berden and Master Mylles.’
He was smiling broadly now as well. I think we understood each other. ‘I will do so,’ he said gravely.
As I went down the back stairs, perhaps for the last time, I realised unexpectedly that I would miss them all. And I would miss Hector. And I would miss the excitement of deciphering an unknown intercepted letter or a report smuggled out of Paris. Was Gifford still there, spying on the Duke of Guise? With an angry shake of my head, I dismissed these thoughts. I was well rid of them all.
As I came out into Seething Lane, where the first flurries of snow were beginning to drift in on the east wind, I was surprised to see Simon, standing in a doorway, stamping his feet and swinging his arms for warmth..
‘Simon? What are you doing here?’
‘I called at your house and Joan said Sir Francis had sent for you. Are you going to work for him again?’
‘He wanted me to, but I refused.’
Simon let out his breath in a puff of misty air and grinned. ‘You refused the Lord Secretary?’
‘Yes. Yes, I did.’
I still felt a little light-headed about it, but my heart gave a leap for pure joy. I was free! Free, above all, of Robert Poley.
He gave a soft whistle. ‘I’m not sure I would have dared.’
‘I wasn’t sure I would, until I did it.’ I gulped, and grinned back, somewhat shakily. ‘But I am done with secrets and play-acting.’
We both laughed.
‘By Jesu,’ he said. ‘It’s cold out here. And this snow is going down my neck.’
He linked his arm in mine. ‘Is there an inn near here where we can have a tankard of Hippocras and a warm by the fire? I’ve been standing there half an hour.’
This was an exaggeration, for I had not been with Sir Francis for half an hour.
‘This way,’ I said. ‘It’s small, but they also serve very good pies.’
We began to make our way along the street, holding each other up as we slithered on the icy cobbles.
‘Oh, have you heard?’ Simon said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the Tower.
‘You know how Guy always has the latest gossip? He came to the playhouse today, full of news about someone you know.’
I stopped dead and turned towards him. A great gust of wind flung a cloud of frozen snow in my face, like a fistful of bitter sand.
‘What? Who?’
‘You remember – there was one man escaped out of the bloody conspiracy to murder the Queen? No one knew, yea or nay, whether he was a villain or not?’
‘Who?’ I said it again, though my voice was whipped away on the wind. My heart had stopped in my chest.
‘Robert Poley. He’s to be set free from the Tower.’
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THE AUTHOR
Ann Swinfen spent her childhood partly in England and partly on the east coast of America. She read Classics and Mathematics at Oxford, where she married a fellow undergraduate, the historian David Swinfen. While bringing up their five children and studying for an MSc in Mathematics and a BA and PhD in English Literature, she had a variety of jobs, including university lecturer, translator, freelance journalist and software designer. She served for nine years on the governing council of the Open University and for five years worked as a manager and editor in the technical author division of an international computer company, but gave up her full-time job to concentrate on her writing, while continuing part-time university teaching. In 1995 she founded Dundee Book Events, a voluntary organisation promoting books and authors to the general public.
Her first three novels, The Anniversary, The Travellers, and A Running Tide, all with a contemporary setting but also historical resonance, were published by Random House, with translations into Dutch and German. Her fourth novel, The Testament of Mariam, marked something of a departure. Set in the first century, it recounts, from an unusual perspective, one of the most famous and yet ambiguous stories in human history. At the same time it explores life under a foreign occupying force, in lands still torn by conflict to this day. Her latest novel, Flood, is set in the fenlands of East Anglia during the seventeenth century, where the local people fight desperately to save their land from greedy and unscrupulous speculators.
The Secret World of Christoval Alvarez is the first book in a series featuring Kit Alvarez and Walsingham’s secret service.
She now lives on the northeast coast of Scotland, with her husband (formerly vice-principal of the University of Dundee), a cocker spaniel and two Maine Coon cats.
www.annswinfen.com
More by This Author
The Anniversary
The Travellers
A Running Tide
The Testament of Mariam
Flood
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