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Authors: Victoria Lamb

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His Dark Lady

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London, 1583.

When young, aspiring playwright William Shakespeare encounters
Lucy Morgan
, one of Queen Elizabeth I’s ladies-in-waiting, the two fall passionately in love. He declares Lucy the inspiration for his work, but what secret is Will hiding from his muse?

Meanwhile, Lucy has her own secret – one that could destroy her world if exposed. No longer the chaste maid so valued by the Virgin Queen, she also bore witness to the clandestine wedding of Lettice Knollys and Robert Dudley, a match forbidden by the monarch.

England is in peril. Queen Elizabeth’s health is deteriorating, her throne under siege from Catholic plotters and threats of war with Spain. Faced with deciding the fate of her long-term prisoner, Mary, Queen of Scots, she needs a trusted circle of advisors around her now more than ever. But who can she turn to when those closest to her have proved disloyal?

And how secure is Lucy’s position at court, now that she has learned the dangerous art of keeping secrets?

Contents

Cover

About the Book

Title Page

Dedication

Epigraph

Prologue

Part One

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Part Two

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifiteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Ninteen

Chapter Twenty

Part Three

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Epilogue

Author’s Note

Bibliography

Acknowledgements

About the Author

Also by Victoria Lamb

Copyright

For A

‘Presume not that I am the thing I was.’

William Shakespeare,

Henry IV, Part Two
, Act 5, Scene v

‘How far that little candle throws his beams!

So shines a good deed in a naughty world.’

William Shakespeare,

Merchant of Venice
: Act 5, Scene i

Prologue

Kenilworth Castle, Warwickshire, April 1578

HANDS CLASPED IN
prayer, Lucy bent her head, watching a stag-horned beetle crawl across the rushes. Her knees hurt on the stone floor, its cold striking into her bones through the thin embroidered cushion on which she knelt. They would not have much longer to wait, she told herself. Her mind drifted to the past and she struggled to drag it back to prayer, to the present moment, to this small draughty room high up in the castle keep. Her back ached as well as her knees; her sleep had been disturbed last night. Too many unhappy memories in this place. Perhaps she should not have agreed to return to Kenilworth.

The widowed Countess of Essex knelt a few feet away, her lips moving in more fervent prayer. Her cushion was larger and plumper, Lucy noticed.

A pack of raucous men passed below their window with torches and bawdy shouts. The countess jerked in shock, her hair hidden demurely beneath an embroidered cap and veil. She stared across at Lucy, her only companion during these difficult hours. Her eyes shone in the candlelight. Were those tears?

The long wait was over. A moment later there was a hammering at the outer door of the countess’s apartments, followed by a hubbub of raised voices. This time Lettice gave a little gasp and crossed herself, shaking her head as though to deny that the moment
had
finally arrived. Not so calm as she would like to appear, then. Lucy shifted uncomfortably on her cushion. Would she be allowed to rise now?

Lady Mary Herbert, the fair-haired Countess of Pembroke, came to the bedchamber door looking flustered and unsure. ‘My lady?’

‘What is it?’

Behind the girl’s shoulder, Lucy could see as many as a dozen men in livery filling the outer chamber, their faces flushed and intent; she smelt the acrid smoke from their blazing torches.

Lady Mary stammered, ‘Th … the men are here for you, my lady. They say the hour has come. That you must descend with them and make no delay.’

‘Don’t fret, Mary,’ Lettice Knollys replied calmly, having got herself back in hand. ‘You may tell them I am ready and prepared, and must finish my prayers.’

Lady Mary looked nervous, but nodded and withdrew. The thick oak door closed behind her, shutting out the noise and smoking torchlight.

Poor child, over-sensitive and scared of her own shadow. Lady Mary Herbert was only here at the request of her uncle Robert, and was clearly not happy to have been placed in such a dangerous situation. Sometimes the Earl of Leicester failed to appreciate how his plans might affect those around him, thinking only of his own desires. The Queen’s favourite, he had always been wilful and head-strong; yet Lucy had never felt able to dislike him for it, such was the force of Robert’s charm. No doubt he had also charmed his niece into attending tonight.

Lucy watched the Countess of Essex with curiosity. How could she seem so calm? The widow was skilled at hiding her emotions, clearly. She had spent most of her life in high places, after all, and must be accustomed to lying to save her neck. Though tonight would mark an end to her greatest lie of all.

Her prayers finished, still kneeling beside the bed with a Breton lace shawl over her shoulders to keep out the draught, Lettice Knollys rose gracefully to her feet.

‘Well,’ she muttered. ‘It’s time.’

She shrugged off the shawl and shook out the heavy skirts of her gown.

‘How do I look, child?’

Lucy examined her ladyship with an experienced eye. Even in the dull glow of candlelight the Countess of Essex looked magnificent. The finery of the dress, all silver lace and gold satin, was topped by a stiff white ruff sprinkled with diamonds and pearls. Her slippers were embroidered silver, peeping out from beneath the swaying gown. Her reddish hair shone with a gold net of jewels. There was no sign that this transformation had taken five hours and as many women, pushing and coaxing the widowed countess’s too-rounded figure into the costly gown.

‘Beautiful as a queen,’ Lucy told her, and was rewarded by the countess’s smile, her face aglow with triumph.

The Countess of Essex took her hands and kissed Lucy on both cheeks. Her lips felt cool, her kiss somehow perfunctory, yet Lucy was still surprised by the gesture. Lettice had never showed her this courtesy before, much less friendship. But then her ladyship had never stood in such danger before.

‘I have not thanked you for agreeing to attend to me tonight, Lucy. I know how much this loyalty will cost you if the Queen should ever hear of it.’

Lucy lowered her gaze, saying nothing. Had she been given any true choice in the matter she would not have come at all. But it had been presented to her as a summons, not a request. Two hooded servants had accompanied the note, ready to sweep her secretly from court and on to a covered wagon that had trundled and lurched along the roads to Warwickshire with little care for her comfort. She could have refused, of course. But where was the sense in making an enemy by refusing when she might make a friend by agreeing?

Lettice snapped her fingers and Lucy hurried to open the door. They were not friends yet, and she knew her place.

‘I have my own women to dress me,’ Lettice continued, fiddling distractedly with her silver belt-chain as she stepped outside, ‘and Robert’s niece to sit beside us at the bridal dinner. Mary is a pretty girl, but only recently married, and still a child for all that she bears the title of countess. I need at least one court lady at my side tonight who knows how things must be done. And who can I trust more than you?’

‘You do me great honour, my lady,’ Lucy murmured.

She stooped and lifted the heavy silver train of Lettice’s gown off the rushes where it was already soiling. The jewels prickled under her fingers; the countess’s gown was almost as extravagant and richly made as anything from Elizabeth’s own wardrobe.

‘Strange to think that in another few minutes I will have stolen the Queen’s most prized possession.’ Although Lettice laughed, Lucy detected a hint of fear in her voice. ‘What will my royal cousin say when she discovers she is too late, that I am already Robert’s wife?’

‘Best not to think on it, my lady.’

‘It is all I have thought on for months.’ The countess’s expression grew suddenly defiant. Lettice Knollys was only beautiful when she was calm, Lucy realized, and hurriedly lowered her gaze in case the unkind thought showed in her eyes. ‘Yet what can Elizabeth do? Throw us both in the Tower for marrying without her consent? She’d never do it. Not to her darling Robert. And as for me, she would not dare such an outrage against her own cousin.’

Lucy thought the Queen capable of any outrage when it came to keeping Robert Dudley close to her. Yes, Elizabeth might baulk at locking up her favourite, but Lettice would be foolish to consider herself safe from the Queen’s anger on his account, given how much the two cousins loathed each other. Lucy only hoped the Queen would overlook her part in all this when she did discover what had taken place so secretly here at Kenilworth.

‘Come,’ Lettice ordered her. ‘My bridesmen are impatient for a nuptial, it seems. Let us give them one to remember.’

The countess and her rowdy entourage of bridesmen and women moved in a torchlit procession through Kenilworth Castle, with the rest of her servants following behind. Negotiating the narrow, low-roofed passages and stairways of the keep, they at last reached the grand staircase illuminated by great flaming torches and guarded at intervals by Leicester’s men in their smart blue livery. It was a warm spring evening as they crossed the courtyard under the looming gaze of the banqueting hall windows, the torches of the bridesmen casting vast dancing shadows about them. One of the great state apartments in the new block above, built in honour of Queen Elizabeth’s visit there three years before, had been swept out the previous day, the rushes renewed and the white marbled mantels dressed with flowers newly cut from the earl’s gardens.

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