Lion Triumphant

Now of course she had a very good political reason for her firm Protestant views. Across the Cha

Mary Stuart was Catholic, so she was the figurehead of those who would wish to see England back in the Papal fold. Elizabeth therefore must set herself up as the leader of Protestantism. I felt certain that our Queen’s motives were not prompted by religion so much as by politics.

But these politics existed; and those who celebrated Mass and worshiped in the Roman ma

Therefore, in worshiping as Edward and Honey did, there was danger.

I knew that services were conducted in the chapel behind closed doors. I knew that beneath the altar cloth there was a hidden door, and I guessed that behind that door were images and all that was used in celebration of the Mass.

I did not join in this, but I was aware that several members of the household did. I had not thought very much about it until the night when the Pe

I could not pass the chapel after that night without a twinge of alarm.

Je

Je

Je

“Oh, yes, Mistress Catharine,” she replied fervently.

“So you like it better than the Abbey?”

She shivered a little. “Oh, yes, Mistress. ’Tis more open like. There was ghosts in the Abbey … everyone said. And you could never know what was going to come up next.”

Je

“So you feel it’s different here?”

“Oh, yes, Mistress, why, at the Abbey … I’d lie trembling on my pallet at night even though the others was there. Young Mary swore she saw monks going into the church one day at dusk … long robes, she said, and chanting like. She said terrible things had happened there and where terrible things happen there’ll be ghosts.”

“But you never really saw a ghost, Je

“No, Mistress, but I felt ’em there and ’tis the same. ’Tis more as a big house should be here. Ghosts there could be, as most houses have their ghosts, but here it ’ud be a ghost like other ghosts—a poor lady as ’ad been crossed in love or a gentleman who had lost his inheritance and thrown himself from the tower like … something ghosts ’as always done—but in the Abbey they were terrible ghosts. Monks and evil… Oh, there was evil there all right. My Gra

I felt angry suddenly. So the maids were discussing him. I pictured his swaggering past them, perhaps bestowing a kiss on the prettiest, marking her down as possible prey. The man sickened me.

And what was I doing chattering with Je

I said: “Pray put those away quickly, Je

Je

Je

“What’s there, Je

“’Tis a young man, Mistress.”

I went and stood beside her. There was indeed a young man; he was dressed in a russet-colored doublet with green hose; his hair was very dark, fitting sleekly about his head, and as we gazed down at him he looked up.

He bowed elaborately.

I called down, “Who are you?”

“Good Mistress,” he cried, “if you are the lady of the house I would have speech with you.”

“Marry!” breathed Je

I said, “I am not the mistress of the house, but I will come down and see you.”

I went down into the hall, Je

“The mistress of the house is not at home, I think. Perhaps you could tell me your business.”

“I seek work, my lady.”

“Work?” I cried. “What kind of work?”

“I am not particular as to its nature. I would be grateful for anything that came my way.”

“The management of the household is not in my hands. I am a guest here.”

“Shall I see if I can find the master?” asked Je

He flashed her a look of gratitude and she colored prettily.

“Please,” he said.

Je

“It is Richard Rackell.”

“And from whence do you come?”

“I came from the North. I believed that in the South I could make my way more easily than in my native parts.”

“And now you wish to work here awhile and then go off for fresh adventures?”

“It would depend. Always I look for somewhere where I can settle.”

Men often came looking for work, particularly at the end of the summer at Michaelmas. There was work in the fields, threshing, wi

I asked him if he had any experience of harvesting; he said No but that he was good with horses and he hoped there might be a place for him in the stables.

By this time Edward had appeared. He rode into the courtyard, an elegant man who seemed to have grown more slight and delicate-looking in the last days. I suppose I was comparing him with the Pe

“Edward,” I said, “this young man is looking for work.”

Edward was always courteous and, I believe, eager to do a good turn. He was popular with the work people although I imagined they despised him a little. They were not used to such gentle ma

He asked the young man into the winter parlor and sent for a tankard of ale to refresh him. Not many prospective employers treated work people thus, but Edward was something of a visionary. He did not believe his fortune placed him above others; he knew that he was more learned, more cultured, more graciously ma

She was right.

I did not accompany them to the winter parlor naturally; I went back to my bedroom, where Je

“Oh, Mistress Catharine,” she said, “do you think the master’ll find a place for him?”

“He does not seem to me to be fitted for hard labor in the fields and that is what will be looked for at this time of year.”