NONE sang the hymns more joyfully and tunefully, none made their responses or said their Amens more fervently than did Patrick Gray next morning in the Church of Saint John the Divine attached to the Palace of Whitehall. The Queen watched him shrewdly from her throne-like seat just within the Chancel; she had had the Scots party placed in the very front seat, a bare half-dozen yards from herself, where she could observe their every expression. David found her imperious yet inquisitive gaze frequently upon himself, and though he was a good enough Protestant, grew the more uncomfortable. Not so his brother, most obviously.
After the service, Sir Philip Sidney came up to Patrick, and David heard him say, low-voiced, that the Queen would see him privately that night Marie Stewart, walking beside him, looked at David
'You heard that?' she said Tonight Perhaps you will learn now the answers to some of the questions that we ask ourselves.'
But when Sidney came to conduct him to Elizabeth late that evening, Patrick did not ask his brother to accompany him.
This time Patrick was taken to a small library in the Queen's own wing of the palace, where Elizabeth sat alone before a fire. She eyed him coolly.
'WelI, Master Patrick,' she said, unsmiling. 'It is not every envoy who requires three audiences! My good Philip here has persuaded me to see you once more. I hope that it is to good purpose!'
'I am grateful to Your Grace – and also to Sir Philip. I do not think that you will regret this condescension, Madam.' 'No? What is it to be this time, sir? Poetry, or child's stories?' 'Neither, Highness. Now- you hear what was not to be said formerly.'
'But by you only, eh, my friend? Not my Lord Orkney, nor even in your brother's hearing?' 'That is so. Your Grace.'
'I see. Philip, leave us. I am not to be disturbed until I ring this bell.' 'Of course, Majesty.'
When Sidney had gone, the Queen made room for Patrick on the couch on which she was sitting. 'Come, sit here, my handsome liar,' she commanded. 'As well that you are so well-favoured, or even for Philip Sidney I would not have allowed this. But do not think that you can cozen me with your pretty face any more than with your pretty words, sir.'
'I would that I might, fairest lady – for other advantage than matters of state!' Patrick asserted boldly. 'It would be a joy -reserved alas for a prince or an angel!'
'But not a devil, sir, not a devil – in especial a Scots devil.' She leaned over closer, so that the white but no longer youthful bosom divided for him, and tapped him with her fan. 'Am I safe with you, Master Patrick – a helpless woman?'
That is a difficult question, Madam,' he said cunningly. To which it would be difficult to answer yes or no. Shall we say that you are no safer than you would wish to be?'
'Clever,' she gave back. Too clever. Do not presume on your cleverness, Patrick. For I am clever, too!' Reaching out, she first caressed his ear – and then suddenly tweaked it, hard. 'You will remember that, will you not, Patrick?'
'Assuredly, my lady,' he told her, and smiled. 'It is not a matter which I could forget'
'Good. Then we may get on very well.' The Queen took his hand in hers, and stroked it 'And so, my friend – what have you to tell me?'
'First, lovely one, this.' Patrick drew from his doublet a fine gold chain on which hung a handsomely-wrought heart-shaped locket set with diamonds and amethysts. Carefully withdrawing his other hand, he leaned over to clasp this round the royal neck. The locket itself he guided gently into the hollow between the Queen's small breasts. When she did not stir, he allowed his hand to linger there.
Happy the gift to be enbowered there,
The giver sighs; such bliss he may not share!
he murmured.
'Very commendable, Sir Gallant,' Elizabeth acceded, brows raised. She rapped his hand sharply with her fan. 'But not all for love of me, I fear! What do you seek now?'
'Your kindness. Your esteem. And your belief that I speak true.'
"That I shall decide when I hear you, sirrah. What do you wish me to credit…for this bounty?'
Thirst, Madam, that you should know that your realm is in greater peril than even your Sir Francis Walsingham can tell you.' Patrick was all serious now. He no doubt informs you that ships are building in every harbour in Spain and the Netherlands for the invasion of your land. But he cannot know that there are plans to welcome the ships in Scottish ports; that Spanish soldiers are to land there, so as to attack at the same time as the others, over the Border. Also, French and Spanish forces are to land in Ireland, and to assail you from there. These plans are well advanced.'
'Christ God, man – and you come to me with a Protestant league! Is this true? Is this your James's true dealing? Is this the worth of your Scots Council?'
'Not the King, no. The King knows naught of it. Nor even the Council – or much of it It is his… advisers.'
The man Arran, you mean?'
'Alas, yes. My lord is misguided enough to see Scotland's place as with the Catholics.' 'But your Kirk…?
The Kirk, my lady, is being ever weakened and brought low. Arran's new Black Acts make the King supreme in matters spiritual also, and all resistance treason. He has the power to silence the Kirk.'
'And James?'
The King is young, inexperienced, and Arran holds him in the palm of his hand…'
'And in his bed, the catamite – so I am told!' Elizabeth interposed bluntly.
Patrick shrugged. 'That is as may be. But Arran will turn Scotland Catholic, if need be. And if James proves difficult, this Association in the Crown with his mother will solve all. Queen Mary will not prove backward in such an enterprise.'
'God's passion, she will not! And you ask me to free her – for this?'
'No, Madam. I do not ask it'
'Eh? See you, Master of Gray-with what voice do you speak? Whose envoy are you? Where lies your loyalty?
'To my prince and his realm of Scotland, lady. For that I work. I spoke yesterday as I was instructed, for the King and his Council. Today I speak in your secret ear, as Patrick Gray.'
Then your embassage is folly, and worse – false!'
'Not so, Your Grace. It represents the expressed desire of my prince, and is true and wise in all respects save in this proposed Association of the Queen and her son.'
The former Queen!' Elizabeth corrected. 'You, then -you advise me not to release Mary Stuart?'
'Who am I to advise as between two crowned princesses, Your Highness? All I say is that if Queen Mary returns to Scotland, Arran will use her to further the Catholic encirclement of England.'
'Arran than does not agree to this Protestant league? Yet he is Chancellor.'
'Arran is cunning, Madam. He does not oppose it openly. But he works against it. Once he has Mary back in Scotland…'
'I see.' The Queen was looking thoughtful. "There were two other proposals in your mission – James's marriage, and the return of the Protestant lords. Is Arran against these also?'
'No, not against them. They were, indeed, his own proposals. He would not have the King to marry, in especial with a Protestant princess, since that would strengthen James's position and weaken his own. So he proposes this stratagem – and for three years he is safe. And he would have the Ruthven lords back, that he may have them executed for treason, and so dispose of his rivals and gain their forfeited estates.'
'Aye, that is ever the way of it. A nice rogue, this Arran, of a truth, A fool also, if he thinks that 'I know not glass from ruby! It is time that he had a fall, 'fore God!'
Her visitor said nothing.
'Well, what do you propose, sir? Do not tell me that you have revealed all this to me for no purpose!'
Patrick shrugged one elegant shoulder. 'With the full weight of Your Grace's support, J could supplant the Earl of Arran. Already I have much sway with King James. I could have more. I could unite Scotland and your realm in an indissoluble league, and overturn all the secret plots of the Catholics.'
'I thought as much! You shoot a high shaft, Patrick. And so you would wish me to leave the banished lords in England?'
'Not so, Highness. Send them home, as King James requests – after I am back. Separately, one by one, in secret, I could use them to ensure the triumph of our Protestant cause – and Your Grace's.'
'You are a fervent convert, sir! And the princess, Mary Stuart?'
The peace of Europe and the survival of the Reformed Church demand that she be kept separate from her son, Madam, Do you not think so?'
I think that you have done a deal of thinking, Master of Gray! Who would have looked for it in that beautiful head! But… my good Walsingham assures me that you are one of Mary's men, trained in France to her service, and the recipient of her moneys. I cannot believe that he is entirely mistaken!'
'Your good Walsingham is not But the fair unfortunate Mary's weal and good do not necessarily demand that she should rule in Scotland, and there cause bloodshed, religious persecution and war. I would help my princess otherwise.'
'God – you are frank, man!' the Queen declared.
'Such was my intention, in seeing you alone, Madam.'
'And how would you help her, if you could, I would ask?'
'I would have her, with Your Grace's permission, return to France. There, with England and Scotland united in a Protestant alliance, she could work no harm. And… the Queen-Mother, Catherine, who hates and fears the Guises, would see that she never set sail for Scotland again.'
Elizabeth's sharp eyes blinked. 'God's wounds, man, where did you learn your business?' she almost whispered. Then, in a different voice, 'And think you that she would go – Mary?'
'I believe that I might persuade her to it'
'You? And you think that I would permit you to see her? You, of all men?'
'Why yes, lady, I do. Both as a wise ruler and a wise woman, I believe that you will.'
For moments oh end Elizabeth stared at him, almost through him. 'One day, Master Patrick, you are going to take one step too far!' she said at length. 'And then that so fascinating smile will be gone – for ever!',
He smiled still, and said nothing.
Abruptly the Queen lifted to her feet. 'Leave me now, Patrick… before I… I forget myself,' she said, a little breathlessly for so great a monarch.
'Would that such were possible – even for a moment, sweet princess.'
'Enough! Enough, sir. Go!'
He rose, as she reached over to ring a little silver bell. 'I go… desolate,' he told her.. 'So long as you go…'
The door opened, and Sidney stood there. 'Fair lady?' he said.
She looked from one to the other, frowning. 'Demons!' she declared. 'Limbs of Satan! Sent to tempt and try and mock me!
Both of you. Begone, begone – before I deal with you as you deserve.'
Sir Philip glanced quickly at Patrick.
That young man sighed, and bowed.
Elizabeth held out her hand to him. He stooped low over h, and then raised it to his lips. Slowly the hand turned over in his. He kissed the palm, the wrist, and was part-way up the forearm, before the Queen flicked him away.
'Off to your grey-eyed Lady Marie,' she ordered, hoarsely. 'I do not wonder that she will not marry you.'
'And the princess, her namesake, Your Grace? Have I permission to go speak with her?'
'We shall consider it, man. We shall see. But do not think it assured. Do not think anything assured.' She turned her slender back on them.
They bowed themselves out.
David waited for his brother in their lodging. 'Did you see the Queen?' he demanded. 'Did you find her more to our favour? Did you speak of the Queen – our Queen?'
'I did, Davy.'
'And what does she say? Will she release Mary?' 'Not so fast, man – not so fast! That will not be achieved in a day. But I think, yes, I think that I will convince her.' 'And the Association in the Crown? Will she agree to that?' Patrick shrugged. That is less certain. Perhaps.' The banished lords?'
'I think, that she will send them back. Time, Davy – just a little time.'
Time for Queen Mary has been long, long.'
'I tell you, I do not think that it will be long now.'
'Why are you doing this, Patrick? Urging the Protestant alliance, working for the English advantage? It is not like you, like all that you have done hitherto. Are you doing it all on behalf of Mary, ofthe Queen? At last?'
'I suppose that you might say so.'
David rubbed his chin. Then, Patrick,' he said stiffly, awkwardly, 'I would say that I love you for it I have said many things ill of what you have done, spoken against your seeming forgetfulness of our poor Queen. But this – this is a great thing that you are doing now. To go so far, to harry Elizabeth herself; to change even the King's policy and risk all…'
His brother eyed him sidelong. 'I am overwhelmed, Davy I'
he murmured'
'Marie…she will love you the better for this, also.' 'Indeed! That is,h'm, a consolation.' For once Patrick did not smile.
'When shall we know? Know whether Mary goes free? Know what is decided?'
'We can only await Elizabeth's pleasure.' Abruptly Patrick turned away. 'I am tired. I am going to bed…'