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A QUEENâS SPY
by Sam Burnell
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First published in eBook and paperback 2017
Second Edition 2019
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© Sam Burnell 2017
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The right of Sam Burnell to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
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Please note, this book is written in British English, so some spellings will vary from US English.
The Tudor Mystery Trials
The Tudor Heresy â Series Introduction
Full Length Novels
A Queenâs Spy
A Queenâs Traitor
A Queenâs Mercenary
A Queenâs Knight
A Queenâs Assassin
A Queenâs Privateer
CONTENTS
Character List
Introduction
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 Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
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For All My Children
Jules
Saffron
Savannah
Spyke
Thanks to
Jackson Palmer
Please note this book is written in British English, so some spellings will vary from US English.
Character List
Fitzwarren Household
William Fitzwarren â father of Richard and Robert
Eleanor Fitzwarren â his wife
Robert Fitzwarren â Richardâs brother
Jack Fitzwarren â Williamâs son
Richard Fitzwarren â Williamâs son
David â one of Robertâs men
Marie â Eleanorâs servant
Steven â Fitzwarren family priest
Harry â Richardâs cousin
The English Court
Duke of Northumberland
Jane Grey â Earl of Suffolkâs daughter married to Guildford Dudley
Henry Sidney â Northumberlandâs son-in-law and friend of Edward VI
Duke of Suffolk â Henry Grey â Janeâs father
Thomas Seymour â husband of Catherine Parr, Henry VIIIâs last wife
Sir Thomas Wyatt â Conspirator against Mary I
Edward Courtney â Plantagenet descendent with a tenuous claim to the throne
Earl of Derby â Maryâs supporter
Lord Effingham â Maryâs councillor
Kate Ashley â Elizabethâs governess
Renard â Spanish Ambassador
Henry Walgrave â Renardâs man
Thomas Pierce â Renardâs man
Somer â Crown Servant
The Byrne Household
Edward Byrne â One of Northumberlandâs conspirators
Judith Byrne â His wife
Geoffrey Byrne â His son
Whickham â One of Northumberlandâs conspirators
The de Bernay Household
Peter de Bernay â A supporter of Mary, and owner of Assingham
Anne de Bernay â his wife
Catherine de Bernay â his daughter
Martha â servant
John â servant
Richardâs mercenary band
Dan â Also a family servant
Mat
Marc
Froggy Tate
Alan
Robby
Pierre
Martin
Gavin
Harryâs Men
Peter Hardwood
Willy
Gad
Hal
Nancy â Halâs sister in law
Spratty
Other characters
Jamie â A priest at Burton Village
Mya â A London Pawn broker
Robert Hastley â Northumberlandâs supporter, owner of Burton
Guy â Hastleyâs servant
Knoll â Miller at Burton
Carew â One of Wyattâs conspirators
Hanwyn â Carewâs servant
Sir Ayscough â Lincoln Sheriff
Introduction
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âRichard Fitzwarren is joining the hunt.â
The news passed quickly amongst those gathering for the morning expedition, spreading with it a palpable tension. When Robert Fitzwarren uttered his brotherâs name it was with scornful contempt. His servants exchanged expectant glances; they knew of the enmity between the two, although not the cause. When they spoke, it was quietly, in low voices, asking each other, âWould he dare to come?â and âWould Robert kill him if he did?â
The mist still clung to the fields, stealing the colour from the trees as the group of men readied themselves for the chase through fog-riddled glens and boggy marshland. A mounted man at the top of a hill cast a watchful gaze upon them. Although a mile distant, the muffled conversations, the laughter, and the barking of the dogs still reached his ears. It might have been a pleasant scene had they not been hunting for him. Automatically Richardâs hand went to his doublet and he felt beneath the material the hard square outline of the folded parchment. This was a confrontation that he had waited for, Robert would not be able to escape from the facts he carried with him. Holding his own horse still, Richard Fitzwarren waited, although not for long.
The pack broke and a group of riders headed up the hill towards him. Richard glared at the man at their head. This time, Robert⊠He was ready for the confrontation and was surprised when the group of riders slowed and stopped a good distance away. Too late, he realised their intention. Hauling hard on the reins, the horseâs serpentine neck twisted towards the trees, his heels hard in her sides, pressing her to flight.
It was too late.
Steel tipped, the wooden shaft loosed from the bow flew with deadly accuracy and tore into her neck as the mare turned her proud head towards the sanctuary of the trees.
Taking only three more trembling steps, the dying horse collapsed beneath him, throwing him to the ground. Instinctively Richard slipped his feet from the stirrups as he fell, pushing away from her crushing body. The fall was awkward, the mareâs last convulsive shake pitching him hard against a fallen bough. The snap was sickening as his left arm broke.
The mareâs faltering final steps had brought him closer to the safety of the trees. Dizzy, breathing heavily and with his stomach threatening to betray him, Richard scrambled into the leafy refuge. Behind him the hooves of his pursuersâ horses pounded up the hill.
Leaning heavily against a tree, eyes closed, he fought to stay conscious. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his body shook and his stomach convulsed. Retching made the splintered bone grate. Richard realised his vision was darkening.
No, no, not now. Please God, not now.
He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, forcing himself to take even breaths.
He had been stupid, so damned stupid. What had possessed him to think his brother would do no more than confront him? He knew Robert better than that. Now they would run him to ground and he couldnât even give himself the satisfaction of a fighting end.
Biting back a cry he pushed the broken arm inside his jacket. Damn Robert to Hell! Could this day get any worse?
With the arm supported, the pain lessened. The trunk behind him was taking his weight and Richard was grateful for the respite. With care, he drew his sword and was thankful to feel, for the last time, the familiar weight in his hand of the finely edged Toledo blade. The hand-and-a-half, bastard sword, was a heavy weapon. Richard knew he would have difficulty wielding it with one just one hand. The motto on the quillons beneath the hilt mocked him: Let them hate so long as they fear. Robert might hate him, but he doubted at this moment if he could instil fear in anyone.
Robertâs men were closing in, thrashing their way through the small wood, shouting to each other as they searched for him. It wasnât going to be long before someone found him. Instinct tightened his grip on the leather hilt, whitening his knuckles.
As he waited, one of Robertâs men tethered their horse at the forestâs edge, near his dead mare, and began to walk towards him. Richardâs eyes were fastened on his face; he knew the man would not see him where he leaned heavily against the tree.
Donât turn aroundâŠkeep walking. Richardâs gaze switched to the horse. Could he make it?
But, turn around the man did and only feet from Richard whose blade he found levelled at his chest. In a straight fight, on a good day, Richard would not have waited, but with a broken arm he didnât weigh his chances of success that highly. In fustian and old leather, Richard guessed the man was a servant, not one of his brotherâs companions.
âHold! This is not our argument.â Richardâs voice was taut with pain as he delivered the words.
His steel-grey eyes held the otherâs blue ones. The servant raised his hands in a gesture of supplication and took a measured step backward. About to push himself from the tree and make his unsteady way towards the horse, Richard stopped when another mount came crashing through the undergrowth. It was Harry, his cousin, his brotherâs lapdog and most ardent admirer.
âJack, have you seen him?â the rider yelled at the servant. âRobert has placed a purse on his head.â
Jesus. Harry! I was wrong. Today could indeed get worse.
Then the unexpected happened.
Jack stepped towards Harry, took hold of his boot with both hands, rived it from the stirrup and thrust him over the horseâs back. Harry, wailing, landed on his back on the forest floor.
Richard needed no further invitation. He caught the reins Jack threw at him and hauled himself into the saddle. Turning the horse, he joined his rescuer and the pair pushed the horses into a gallop down the hillside.
Chapter One
London - February 1553
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John Dudley, Duke of Northumberland, the most powerful man in England, was nervous. He found himself pacing outside the bedchamber of his young King. Henry Grey, Duke of Suffolk, watched him from where he sat near one of the windows and shook his head.
Grey was a man of ambition and determination. In Henryâs court he had been the old Kingâs sword bearer, held offices of state, and even been part of the glut of youthful courtiers the King had surrounded himself with. Grey had been among those leading the troops that captured Bolougne, an able soldier and capable political animal whose personal aspirations were limitless. He had found himself ousted from Edwardâs court by Somerset, Englandâs protector, who recognised all too well the threat Grey posed, for his marriage to Frances Brandon had connected his family to the throne. Somersetâs desire to hold the power alone led to his downfall; he had been cleared from Greyâs path when the young king had signed the warrant for the protectorâs execution.
âFor Godâs sake man, sit down!â Suffolk sounded exasperated.
Dudley paused in his traverse of the room and turned towards the speaker. âI canât just sit in here while those fools in there continue to mistreat him, can I?â
âJohn, thereâs not a lot else you can
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