Elizabeth I by Margaret George

Author:Margaret George [George, Margaret]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: C429, Extratorrents, Kat
Publisher: Penguin Group USA, Inc.
Published: 2010-12-29T13:00:00+00:00

“Oh, Will,” was all I could say. I knew about the vacant garments. Walter’s were still in the trunk in his old room. “You put a present sorrow back almost four hundred years.”

“That is the only way to tame it,” he said. Taking the page back, he said, “Now you have seen my workshop. Smaller than a smith’s or the tailor’s below. But it is all the room I need. It does me well enough, and I have just bought a large property back in Stratford. A pity it took what it took for me to pay attention to home.”

Did that mean he was reconciled with his wife? Was he making regular visits back there to see her? I could not ask.

“So you need not feel sorry for me in these little rooms. I have others elsewhere. Of course, that is what the devout Christian will always say as well.” He sighed. He seemed older. “What of you? What, truly, does Robert want?”

It was not safe to tell him, even if I knew. So I said, “He wants to strike another blow against Spain but is having difficulty persuading the Queen to approve another fleet. In truth, he’s happiest when on a simple mission. The court is too complex for him to navigate.” That sounded disloyal. “I mean, it is always a strain at court.”

“Well, that is where I get most of my dramatic material from—the slippery stones of the court pavement, where a man can fall and break his neck in one misstep. All hundreds of years ago, of course.” He paused. “That’s Robert. What of you?”

I affected a lighthearted response. “Oh, things go on. This and that.”

“What sort of thises and thats?”

“I—I—”

I am empty, bored, directionless. Diversions have lost their power to amuse.

“I am glad you are happy, Laetitia.”

“Who says that I am happy?” I shot back at him.

Together we laughed. “Caught you,” he said.

Suddenly I felt awkward. I wanted to leave. I made a show of gathering up my cloak and pasting a smile as false as the actor’s beard on my face.

“Blessings on you, Will,” I said, hurrying out the door and down the stairs. He did not follow.

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