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in the embrasure. She was pointing across the court to the gateway beneath the clock tower.

      "He is coming!" she cried, with a slightly nervous tremor in her voice. "It is he, with my lord Everingham; they are laughing and talking together… Oh, how handsome he looks!" she added enthusiastically. "My future husband, my lord, not the Queen's – mine own, mine own! Alicia, tell me, hast ever seen a more goodly sight than that of my future husband in that beautiful silken doublet and with that dear, dear dog of his walking so proudly behind him? Harry Plantagenet, thou'rt a lucky dog, and I'll kiss thee first, and – and – "

      Then she ran back to the Duchess.

      "Two minutes to mount the stairs, two more to cross the Great Hall, then the watching chamber, the presence chamber… In six minutes he will be here – hush! – I hear a footstep!.. Holy Virgin, how my heart beats!"

      There had come a discreet knock at the door. All four women were too excited to respond, but the next moment the door was opened and a young page, dressed in the same gorgeous livery which Henry VIII had originally prescribed, entered and bowed to the ladies.

      Then he turned to the Duchess of Lincoln.

      "Her Majesty the Queen desires the immediate presence of Her Grace and of her maids-of-honour in the Oratory."

      There was dead silence in the room whilst the page once more bowed in the elaborate manner ordained by Court etiquette; then he walked backwards to the door, and stood there, holding it open ready for the ladies to pass.

      "No, no, no!" whispered Ursula excitedly, as the Duchess immediately rose to obey.

      "Ladies!" commanded Her Grace.

      "One minute, darling," entreated Ursula, "just one short little minute!"

      But where the Queen's commands were concerned Her Grace of Lincoln was adamant.

      "Ladies!" she ordered once more.

      Alicia and Barbara, though terribly disappointed at the failure of the exciting conspiracy, were ready enough to obey. Ursula wildly ran back to the window.

      "I can see his silhouette and that of my lord Everingham slowly moving across the Great Hall," she said.

      "Oh! why is he so slow?"

      The Duchess turned to the page.

      "Precede!" she commanded. "We'll follow."

      She then pointed to the door. Alicia and Barbara, endeavouring to look grave, walked out with becoming dignity.

      Her Grace went up to Ursula, who was still clinging to the window embrasure with passionate obstinacy.

      "Lady Ursula Glynde," she said sternly, "if you do not obey Her Majesty's commands instantly, you'll be dismissed the Court this very day."

      And while His Grace of Wessex was slowly wending his way towards the chamber where he had been so eagerly expected, Lady Ursula, defiant and rebellious, was being peremptorily marshalled off in an opposite direction.

       CHAPTER XII

      INTRIGUES

      When Wessex, accompanied by his friend, reached the room which so lately was echoing with merry girlish laughter, he was met by a page, deputed by the Duchess of Lincoln to present her excuses to His Grace for her non-appearance.

      "Nay! marry, this is the bravest comedy ever witnessed," laughed the Duke, when the boy had gone.

      "What, my lord?" asked Everingham with seeming unconcern.

      "A comedy, friend, in which the Queen, Her Grace of Lincoln, you, and His Eminence the Cardinal, all play leading rôles."

      "I don't understand."

      "Well done, man! Nay! I know not yet which of you will win; but this I know, that whilst I do my best to whisper sweet nothings in Her Majesty's ear, you are pleased, the Cardinal is furious, and the Duchess of Lincoln discreetly keeps my affianced bride out of my way."

      "For this at least Your Grace should be grateful," rejoined his friend with a smile.

      "Grateful that other people should guide my destiny for me? Well, perhaps! 'Twould certes have been ungallant to flee from danger, when danger takes the form of a future wife. I cannot picture myself saying to a lady: 'Madam, honour demands that I should wed you, and thus hath put it out of my power ever to love you.' But since the Lady Ursula is so unapproachable, marry! – methinks I am almost free!"

      "Perchance it is the lady herself who avoids Your Grace."

      "Nay! undoubtedly she does. Poor girl! how she must hate the very thought of me. Her dear father, I fear me, was wont to sing my praises in her childish ears; now that she hath arrived at years of discretion, my very name must have become an obsession to her. Obviously even a convent must be preferable. Then why this mad desire to keep us apart? Mutual understanding would do that soon enough."

      The two men had once more turned to go back the way they came; slowly they strolled across the vast and lofty rooms and through the Great Hall, which, deserted at this time of day, was the scene of so much gaiety and magnificence during the evening hours.

      "Your Grace, methinks, must be mistaken," said Everingham after a while; "there is, at any rate on the part of your friends, no desire to keep you and the Lady Ursula apart; you are best judge of your own honour, my lord, and no one would presume to dictate to you; but the most sensitive conscience in England could but hold the opinion that, whilst the lady may feel bound by her promise to her father, you are as free as air – free to wed whom you choose."

      "By the mass! what an anomaly, friend! Free to wed! free to wear fetters! the most terrible chains ever devised by the turpitude of man."

      "Marriage is a great institution – "

      "Nay! 'tis an evil one, contrived out of malice by priests and old maids to enchain a woman who would rather be free to a man who speedily becomes bored."

      "Nay! but when that woman is a queen?"

      "Take off her crown and what is she, friend?" rejoined His Grace lightly. "A woman.. to be desired, of course, to be loved, by all means – but at whose feet we should only recline long enough to make all other men envious, and one woman jealous."

      Everingham frowned. He hated this flippant, careless mood of his friend. He did not understand it. To him the idea of such a possibility as a union with the Queen of England was so great, so wonderful, so superhuman almost, that he felt that the man who deserved such incommensurate honour should spend half his days on his knees, thanking God for such a glorious destiny.

      That Wessex hung back when Mary herself was holding out her hand to him seemed to this enthusiast almost a sacrilege.

      "But surely you have ambition, my lord?" he said at last.

      "Ambition?" replied Wessex with characteristic light-heartedness. "Yes, one! – to be a boy again."

      "Nay! an you were that now, you could not understand all that England expects of you. The Queen is harassed by the Cardinal and the Spanish ambassador. Philip but desires her hand in order to lay the iron heel of Spain upon the neck of submissive England. Your Grace can save us all. Mary loves you, would wed you to-morrow."

      "And send me to the block for my infidelities – supposed or real – the day after, and be free to wed Philip or the Dauphin after all."

      "I'll not believe it."

      "Friend! do you know what you ask of me? To marry – that is to say to give up all that makes life poetic, beautiful, amusing, the love which lasts a day, the delights which live one hour, woman in her most alluring aspect, the unattainable; and in exchange what do you offer me – the smaller half of a crown."

      "The gratitude of a nation." protested Everingham.

      "Ah! A woman, however fickle she may be, is more constant than a nation.. As for gratitude?.. nay, my lord.. let us not speak of the gratitude of nations."

      "This is not your last word, friend," pleaded Lord Everingham earnestly.

      They had reached the foot of the stairs, and were once more under the gateway

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