Laura Andersen - [Ann Boleyn 01]

by The Boleyn King

  A voice, very near and very familiar, broke her distraction. “How long,” Robert Dudley said conversationally as he cut out the disappointed and ignored cleric, “is your brother going to continue baiting the French ambassador? William has the treaty he wanted—why make the poor man suffer?”

  “Because he can,” Elizabeth said tartly. “And you do the same—only with less care. Everyone knows your father continues to grumble about peace with France. How hard it is for him to swallow, a pact with the devil Catholics.”

  He waited a moment to answer. “My father has moved on to other concerns. He’s not one to fight a losing battle.”

  “As fine a commentary on the Dudleys as I’ve ever heard.”

  Robert raised his eyebrows and lowered his voice that half step that made Elizabeth’s blood warm. “We choose our battles with care—political, religious … personal.”

  His voice returned to its normal tones and he changed the subject deftly. “Are you looking forward to tonight’s audience? I imagine Dr. Dee has found it difficult to read your stars, complex as you are.”

  She gave him a withering look. “I am exceedingly skeptical, seeing as this Dr. Dee comes from your father’s household. No doubt you have whispered to him all the things you most want him to say of me.”

  “You wound my integrity,” Robert said, hand on heart. But his voice was serious when he went on. “John Dee is not the sort of man to be persuaded by anything but his own intellect and the truth of what he sees in the heavens. I promise you, Elizabeth, whatever he tells you tonight will be as near as you will get to hearing God’s own words. I only wish I could be there.”

  An hour later, as Elizabeth and Minuette slipped discreetly away from the festivities, she wished Robert were with her as well. She understood the need for privacy—anything that approached foretelling a royal’s future was dangerous and though William had commanded the audience that didn’t mean he wanted everyone at court to hear about it—but it was beginning to wear on her being just the four of them all the time. “The Holy Quartet” Robert called them, and not entirely in jest. And now that William took every opportunity of quartet-privacy to fawn over Minuette, Elizabeth’s patience grew thinner with each day.

  They wound through increasingly depopulated corridors until they came to one only partially lit by two smoking torches, its brick walls chilly and bare. There was a single guard wearing the royal badge at a discreet distance from the closed door behind which waited their guest, not near enough to overhear but only to keep the curious away.

  Elizabeth opened the door to the east room herself, breath quickening with the rare feeling of unexpectedness. She was not at all certain what was going to happen in the next hour, and she found the sensation unexpectedly delightful.

  The room showed signs of a hasty attempt at comfort, from the deep fireplace blazing with light and warmth to the four cushioned chairs ranged along one side of a waxed wood table. Across the table was a single high-backed wooden chair; the man in it rose to his feet and bowed. “Dr. Dee,” Elizabeth said. “Welcome to court.”

  “Thank you, Your Highness.” John Dee straightened and Elizabeth took him in. Although she’d known he was only a few years older than she, not even thirty yet, in person she was struck by his youth. Considering all Robert had said and all she had read from correspondents in England and abroad, it was something of a surprise that this young man had achieved such scientific and intellectual stature; then again, Dee had been a fellow at her father’s Trinity College at the age of nineteen. More recently the King of France had tried to retain him for his court, but John Dee had declined and returned recently to England after several years on the continent lecturing on Euclid and studying with men like Mercator. He had come to the Northumberland household in the service of Robert’s father, and all the court was anxious to meet this man who made things fly and read the stars and charted the heavens with surety.

  Elizabeth sat down and waved Dr. Dee back to his chair. Minuette sat next to her, uncharacteristically silent. She had been less than enthusiastic about this idea, which surprised Elizabeth. Usually Minuette was the first to embrace the new and entertaining.

  She eyed John Dee and was both annoyed and pleased that he met her gaze steadily. She liked those who were not cringingly cowed by her—but best not let him take too many liberties.

  “Dr. Dee,” she said, looking significantly at the leather portfolio that lay between them on the table, “you are aware that it is treason to tell a king’s future.”

  A moot point. It was William who had commanded this private audience, William who had run with the idea of seeing what lay in his stars. Her brother was afraid of nothing, certainly not his future. But casting charts was legally forbidden for royalty, as it might be used as a pretext for rebellion.

  Dr. Dee was no fool to fall into such an easy trap. “I do not foretell the future, Your Highness. I interpret the heavens, which is to say, I translate a very little what God himself has laid in store. And what could God have in store for our good king but glory?”

  Would he lie? Elizabeth wondered. She didn’t think he was an open fraud—even if Northumberland would fall for that, Robert certainly wouldn’t. But it took subtlety to tell a king what he did not wish to hear without making him angry. How much would Dee avoid saying? Or was William truly charmed, a lifetime of good fortune inscribed indelibly in the heavens?

  The door was shoved wide and William strode in, a little the better for good cheer, followed by Dominic dressed in all black, looking more than ever like a shadow ready to wrest the king from danger at any moment.

  William ignored everyone but Minuette, bending low over her chair and kissing her hand in a proprietary fashion. Just before it would become uncomfortable for the rest of them, he released her and turned to the visitor.

  “Dee!” he said. “Welcome to court. We are always glad to reward those who are useful to us.”

  No one could have missed the subtext, thought Elizabeth. Tell me what I want to hear, and you’ll be rewarded.

  Minuette had brightened with the men’s entrance. “Isn’t this thrilling, to discover what our futures hold in store.” She smiled at William, who laughed, then at Dominic, who did not. “Who is to be first?” she asked.

  William dropped into the chair next to hers and said, “You, sweetling, if you wish. What better way to start then with the stars of the brightest woman at court?”

  Elizabeth caught the look that John Dee shot at William before dropping his eyes discreetly. Damn, she thought. He may be young, but he is no fool. And that’s all we need is someone leaking word of how Will behaves with Minuette in private.

  She looked at the only other person whom she knew was as concerned with secrecy as she was. Though Dominic had never spoken to her of William’s romantic agenda, he radiated disapproval. Now Dominic fixed William with his eyes as though sorely tempted to tell him to behave himself.

  As though that had ever worked.

  Dee cleared his throat and opened the folio. On the top page Elizabeth saw a large circle divided into twelve sections, some of them blank while others contained mathematical and astrological symbols. She knew that each chart would be different based on the hour and place of their individual births. Despite her wariness, her interest flared as John Dee focused on Minuette. There was something new in his eyes, something that made Elizabeth sharpen her attention and think This is a man who knows things.

  “Mistress Wyatt,” he addressed Minuette, and even his voice had a new authority to it. “Our king is right in naming you a bright star. Your birth was a gift—to the king whose hour it shared and to those here who love you. You were born to be loved.”

  Elizabeth, listening hard for every meaning, felt a twist of annoyance at that. To be loved was far too passive. She herself would prefer to do the loving and maintain the control. But not everyone was like her—and certainly Minuette could not complain at being loved by a king.

  “There has been peril in y
our life,” Dee continued, “and doubt. Do not be too eager to escape either—peril is often the price for doing what is right, and doubt is good as it makes us search our own motives.”

  William interrupted. “Peril, doubt—I mislike this way of speaking to the lady. As the bright star she is, there must also be joy.”

  For one moment, Dee met William’s gaze as an equal, assessing and perhaps understanding more than he should. Then he flickered down a notch and returned to Minuette. “Yes, mistress,” he said gravely. “There will be an abundance of joy, for such is your nature. There will be marriage, passionate and deep. Though peril and doubt walk hand in hand with such joy, you will count the price well paid for what you gain.”

  That pleased William more, for he took Minuette’s hand, raised it to his lips, then continued to clasp it as she said, a little shakily, “Thank you, Dr. Dee. You quite take my breath away.”

  And yet Elizabeth would have bet everything she owned that Dee was not telling all. This was vagueness, but so well finessed that he might not be accused of foretelling an unpropitious future. Peril and doubt? If Minuette were to be William’s wife there would be plenty of both. And even a marriage “passionate and deep” could be a thing of disaster in the end.

  “Elizabeth,” William ordered Dee. “My sister must be next.”

  She waited for Dee to search out her page in his folio—though he had not referred to Minuette’s at all, as if he had memorized their fates—but surprisingly he disagreed. “If it please Your Majesty, I had thought to speak to you next. From the youngest to the oldest—there is symmetry in such a reading.”

  William had been drinking just enough that Elizabeth wasn’t sure if he would snarl in anger or give way graciously. After hesitating, he gave way. “Who am I to gainsay the stars?” Another subtext—I’ll let you take me in turn, but it had better be worth my while.

  Dee gave a flick of a smile as he turned over Minuette’s star chart to reveal the one beneath it. “As you say. You know, naturally, that the comet that marked your birth was a portent of great power. The heavens marked you at birth, Your Majesty, and every moment of your life has been lit with the flame of that star.”

  “Flame can be grand or destructive,” William said, not as lightly as it appeared. “Which am I?”

  “A grand king in a time of destruction. The powers of Satan oppose you—”

  “Wretched Catholics,” William muttered.

  “—and Europe grows uneasy at England’s rise. There is much of darkness on your path, Your Majesty, but a burning star can blaze the way to a new world. If it so chooses.”

  The last words fell ominously into the silent room. Elizabeth’s throat tightened. Had Dee just accused her brother of possibly choosing darkness?

  William waved it away. “Of course I choose the new world. What of more … personal fates?”

  Was it Elizabeth’s imagination that Dee held the image of William and Minuette’s clasped hands in his mind as he answered? “The personal and the public march together for a king. Trouble there will be, and opposition, but you will keep always your own ends in mind. You will never lose sight of what you most desire.”

  William gave his cat-like smile as he leaned back in his chair. “That is a future I can embrace.”

  But you need hardly look to the stars to know that much of William, Elizabeth thought—or any king, for that matter. Their father had never lost sight of what he desired, and had nearly riven his kingdom for it.

  Feeling more nervous than she’d expected, Elizabeth met Dee’s attention next. But his gaze was kind, almost … sorrowful?

  “Your Highness,” he began, and this time he did look down at the new chart he’d turned to, as though wondering where and how to begin, “your stars were the most difficult to interpret. They are changeable, one might almost say willful.”

  “Right stars, then,” William said with good humour.

  Elizabeth hardly heard him, for her eyes were riveted to Dee’s. That cryptic sense she’d had earlier intensified and she felt for a moment that she was seeing the future herself. He is important to me, she thought, or will be. For a long time to come.

  As though he had read her mind, Dee nodded once. “Your future is veiled even to yourself, Your Highness, for the clearest eyes cannot see straight into the sun. You love deeply and your loyalty to your single love will be everlasting.”

  Did he mean Robert? Everlasting loyalty … but that could mean anything from eventual marriage to a lifetime of unfulfilled love.

  “You will command men and guide nations,” Dee continued, and in that moment he crossed the line of discretion he had been walking so carefully before.

  Suddenly alert (though probably he had been all along), Dominic laid a hand on William’s shoulder and said, “Beware, doctor. Your king guides this nation.”

  “And as such, he has already given Her Highness her first command, when he named her regent earlier this year. And before another year passes,” Dee returned his gaze to Elizabeth, “you will be your brother’s voice in a foreign land.”

  That did speak of marriage—one out of England. Elizabeth blinked, furious at herself for disappointment. It was hardly news. This wasn’t prophecy; this was merely stating the obvious.

  But John Dee continued to stare at her and Elizabeth had a queer double feeling that she was seeing him here, now, and also seeing him some years future, with white hair and a pointed beard. He was going to tell her how to save England, he was about to tell her what she need do for her people …

  The moment snapped and Dee cleared his throat as he turned his full attention to Dominic. He took Dominic’s measure, the only one standing, protective behind William with one hand still on his friend’s shoulder. “The elder brother,” Dee said thoughtfully. “The first, who would be last.”

  Dominic dropped his hand and said stonily, “I have no need for a star-teller. I choose my own future.”

  “But you do not choose that of others—and as long as your life entwines with those you love, you are not entirely free. You are the eldest, but you have the most to learn. Lessons of honour and loyalty and, yes, of choice. Not everything in this world is as it seems. You must learn to see gray, where before you have seen only black or white. There will be pain in the learning, and danger if you will not learn to bend.”

  William snorted. “There will only be pain because Dom thinks too much and makes everything more serious than it needs to be.”

  “That is your calling,” Dee said to Dominic. “You are, above all, loyal and you speak always to the king’s conscience. Who will tell him the truth if you will not?”

  A pause, verging on uncomfortable, until William said, “Tell Dom something pleasant—how many beautiful women in his future?”

  An even longer pause, then: “Only one,” Dee said shortly. “There will ever only be the one.”

  Tension entered the room, on such misty feet that Elizabeth could not say where it centered. William broke it with a laugh as he stood up. “Well that’s all right then. All we need do is identify this one beautiful woman and Dom’s future is set.”

  And just like that, they were finished. William went so far as to clap John Dee on the shoulder. “My thanks for an interesting diversion, doctor. I hope you shall find our court accommodating to your intellect and talents.”

  Dee bowed. “The most glittering court in Christendom, Your Majesty.”

  “Ha! I’d love to see Henri’s face when he finds that the English have captured what the French could not. You are most welcome at my court, Dr. Dee, if ever you should tire of Northumberland’s household.”

  Then he spoke to the rest of them. “There is still music to be had this night. Dom, if you dance with Minuette first, then no one will find it odd when I come along and steal her from you.”

  “Not odd at all.” Dominic’s voice was toneless. “Dr. Dee, if you don’t mind, I will stay until you have burned those charts.”

  “Of course,” Dee said, and
emptied the folio. There were only the four pages; Dr. Dee had written down only his calculations, not their interpretations. Those would stayed locked in his own mind. One by one he fed the pages to the flames.

  “Thank you,” Dominic said. He and Minuette followed William out the door.

  Elizabeth hesitated, then confronted Dr. Dee who was still bowing his goodbye to the king. “Rise,” she said, and when he stood and met her it was on that precarious equal ground that made her both nervous and approving.

  “Your Highness?” He made it a question, but she would have wagered he knew what she was going to ask.

  “What did you not say, doctor?”

  “Many things, Your Highness.”

  “Why? What is so bad that it could not be told?”

  “Why must it be bad? Even glorious futures do not come without cost. And as I believe I said before, this is not exact. God made the stars as he made men, and only He can read them perfectly.”

  “What did you see?” Robert’s wife dead? Elizabeth married for love as William meant to do? Civil war as another Tudor king set aside wisdom for desire? Elizabeth far from England for all the rest of her life as the wife of another royal? As she thought that, Elizabeth pierced with pain and knew that would be the worst future for her of any—to leave England and never return.

  Dr. Dee was silent for a long time. Then, unexpectedly, he took her right hand, letting her fingertips rest in his palm. “This is the hand of a woman, Your Highness. But it is also the hand of a ruler. The king, your father, spent much effort and pain to secure a worthy heir for England. If he had been able to see beyond your woman’s body, he would have found the heart of the heir he sought.”