CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“She’s safely in the Tower?” William asked his uncle. Rochford had just returned from arresting Eleanor on undefined charges. It would, in fact, be a tricky business charging her, as William did not want to make widely known the attack on Minuette. Probably Eleanor would end up being charged with treason. If she was connected to Northumberland in any way, that charge would stick.
“She’s there,” Rochford answered. “Did not take it well.”
William snorted. “She wouldn’t. Eleanor is the original example of an utterly selfish point of view. She sees things only as they affect her.”
“Rather like a king, in fact.” Rochford spoke so drily that William had to puzzle out whether it was a jest. His uncle didn’t often joke, but this time he quirked his lips in a grin.
“Unless Eleanor has a government and an army to back up her wishes, then her wishes will never reign supreme.” William paced the length of the privy chamber and back again. “No word from Dominic yet?”
“He only left yesterday, Your Majesty. Even riding hard, he won’t reach Dudley Castle until sometime tomorrow.”
“I know. I just hate sitting here while others do my work for me.”
“No one can do your work for you—that’s rather the point of being king. But I know it can be chafing to feel as though others are running around and you are sitting still. Believe me, sitting still can often be the hardest work of all. It all depends on the men you have doing the running around.”
What William really wanted to do was ride to Hatfield—ostensibly to tell Elizabeth in person about the Dudleys’ perfidy, actually to put his arms around Minuette and assure her that she was safe now. But he knew that would have to wait until Dominic had the Dudley men safely under arrest. William could not risk Elizabeth doing something rash and finding a way to warn Robert of what was coming.
Could it be that he didn’t trust his own sister?
Not where her heart was concerned, he realized uneasily. Elizabeth might convince herself that she knew better than the evidence, and then heaven only knew what action she would take to prove it.
The door was flung wide and Rochford exclaimed, “What are you doing!” before even William could protest. His guards had their weapons drawn in an instant but William recognized the man, breathing heavily as he bowed behind them.
“Let him through,” he commanded, wondering what on earth had brought John Dee to court in this state.
“Your Majesty.” Dee bowed. “I’ve come straight from Dudley Castle and there’s something you need to know.”
“What?”
Dee was blunt. “Princess Elizabeth arrived at Dudley Castle four days ago with her friend, Mistress Wyatt. I do not think it wise for them to remain there.”
Caught completely off guard, William couldn’t decide whether to laugh in disbelief or swear. “Then why in heaven’s name did you leave them there and come away yourself, Doctor?”
“Have you ever tried to persuade Her Highness to a course she did not wish? Princess Elizabeth declined to leave at my suggestion, and I could hardly force her to do so. But when I realized that you did not know of her visit to Dudley Castle, I thought it prudent to alert you as quickly as possible.”
William looked at his uncle, who seemed—for once—utterly at a loss for words. “Lord Rochford, we shall have to send an army after Dominic. Raise five thousand men as quickly as you can and send them after me.”
“Where are you going?”
“To Dudley Castle.” William turned back to John Dee. “You did well, Doctor. Perhaps now would be a good time for you to terminate your connection to the Dudley family and come to my court instead.”
“Perhaps it would. But the first matter is retrieving your women.” Dee said it as though he knew that William’s urgency concerned Minuette even more than his sister.
Not that he wouldn’t make Northumberland pay for his insolence with Elizabeth. No one touched a Tudor and lived to tell about it.
Dominic pressed hard on the ride from London and made Dudley Castle late on the third day. Reining up outside the village, he studied the castle looming on its medieval motte above, the fading daylight and damp mist lending it a desolate air. The castle had a perimeter wall, quite low, and the moat had been filled in, but this was no longer a defensible structure so much as it was a family home. Why was he thinking such things anyway? He had only five men in his immediate party, including Harrington, and though he expected anger at his news, he certainly did not anticipate violence.
Still, he kept a wary eye out as they rode up the motte. Men bearing the Northumberland badge with its azure lion greeted them a fair distance before the entrance. They spoke politely, no doubt recognizing Dominic’s standard—gold with lions similar to Northumberland, and also the crimson discs distinctive to the Courtenays—but recognition did not buy them easy entrance.
“We have orders,” the spokesman told Dominic. “You are welcome, my lord duke, but the others will have to wait here.”
Dominic shrugged and dismounted. “Fair enough.”
Before Harrington could protest—whatever that might look like in a man so taciturn—Dominic added, “But my own man, at least, comes with me.”
The guard, relieved not to have had more of an argument, readily acquiesced. Harrington strode a pace behind, his eyes roaming constantly. Something was definitely odd in the Dudley household. Dominic wasn’t surprised that the duke knew he was coming—he hadn’t traveled in secrecy and had ridden straight through the heart of Northumberland’s power base—but he was troubled at Northumberland’s attempts to control the number of men coming into his home.
