As she tucked her few coins into her purse, and tugged on her gloves, she saw Rob’s book on the rumpled blankets of the bed. Its fine cover gleamed in the light, concealing the beautiful words of romance and longing within its pages. She remembered last night—the tender desperation of their lovemaking, the way she’d felt when Rob held her in his arms. Everything else had disappeared then—even her old self, encased in icy fear and mistrust, was gone. There had been only the new joy and freedom of being together, of sharing their secrets and coming to a true understanding.
It had felt so very real, she thought as she stared at that book. How could her own emotions have so deceived her?
She caught up the book and tucked it away in her purse. Somehow she could not abandon it.
She ran back down the stairs and into the bright light of the warm day. It seemed spring was truly here at last, but even that couldn’t warm her heart again. Some of the guests were strolling in the gardens, the earlier quick explosion of temper just as swiftly forgotten. She could hear voices and giggles from behind the maze.
Rob and Edward were gone, but Elizabeth waved to Anna from where she sat on one of the marble benches. Anna waved back, but she didn’t slow her steps. She turned away from the party and rushed around the side of the house towards the stables.
‘I need as fast a horse as possible,’ she told the groom.
‘Are you sure of that, mistress?’ he queried uncertainly.
Perhaps he remembered her lack of skill on a horse from the hunt, Anna thought. She remembered it, too, and eyed the rows of horses with some trepidation. But necessity was pressing in on her.
‘I’m quite sure,’ she said decisively. ‘Perhaps the mount Lady Elizabeth rode?’
‘If you insist, mistress,’ he answered, turning towards Elizabeth’s restive grey mare. ‘Two of the lads can soon be ready to ride with you…’
‘No,’ Anna said quickly. ‘I must go alone today.’
Alone—as always now. She was truly the only one she could really trust.
* * *
‘Elizabeth, have you seen Anna?’ Rob asked Lady Elizabeth as he came upon her where she sat in the garden. ‘I have searched all over the house and she is nowhere to be found. I promised her a walk this afternoon.’
Elizabeth smiled at him and lowered the open book she read to her silk skirts. ‘You are an eager swain today, Robert, setting out on a romantic stroll with your lady.’
Rob grinned. He was eager—ridiculously so. He looked forward to every minute spent with Anna. Every chance to make her smile, hear the rare music of her laughter, kiss her. ‘’Tis a fine day to walk outdoors.’
‘Edward seems to think it a fine day to visit the neighbours and leave me alone, alas,’ Elizabeth said lightly. ‘I’m glad someone thinks of romance today.’
‘Yet I cannot think of romance when my lady is not here,’ said Rob. ‘I hope she has not abandoned me to hide in the maze with another swain.’
‘I do doubt that. Anna has eyes for none but you, just as you do for her. I think she went for a ride.’
‘A ride?’ Rob asked in surprise. ‘She doesn’t much care for horses.’
‘We all have to overcome our fears, I think. I saw her not an hour past, going towards the stables. She wore her hat and gloves.’
He felt a sudden touch of disquiet. It wasn’t like Anna to slip away so—and to go riding of all things. Yet nothing had been missing from her chamber except the book of poetry.
‘Perhaps one of the grooms saw which way she went,’ he muttered. ‘I’ll go after her.’
Elizabeth frowned, as if she sensed his doubts. ‘Shall I come with you? Help you look for her?’ She paused. ‘Did you two quarrel? Is that why she left?’
‘Not at all. We were getting along very well.’ Rob remembered how Anna had looked as he had kissed her once more before slipping out of her chamber at dawn. Her soft, sleepy smile, the way she’d wound her arms around his neck for one more kiss before she drifted back into slumber. The way he craved so much more.
Surely it was just a simple country ride and she would soon return. Yet still that dark cloud of doubt lingered, and Rob had learned in his work to trust his instincts.
‘I will go and find her now,’ he said.
She could not escape him, not now. Not yet.
Chapter Twenty-One
Anna held tight to the reins as she let the horse have its head and run free down the lane. The wind rushed past her, whining in her ears and tearing at her hair, and she vowed never to go near a horse again if she could help it. But for now all she could do was cling tight and pray she arrived in London in time—and in one piece.
She met few people on the road—just some farmers with their carts, and one fine carriage that thankfully was going much too fast to take note of her. She tried not to think of what lay behind her, or what might wait in London. She could only think of what she had to do right now—get her father out of Southwark, and find out exactly what he was suspected of so he could be cleared.
If she thought of Robert, of what his part in all this might be—or what he had been doing with her—she would go mad.
She pulled up at a crossroads to rest for a moment, and peered at the sky. The sunny morning, which had seemed so ridiculously full of hope, had turned overcast and grey. Strings of clouds hid the light and cast shifting shadows over the fields.
As she tried to catch her breath she heard a rumbling sound like thunder in the distance. But it didn’t fade. It just persisted and grew louder and louder. She twisted in her saddle to glance at the road behind her, but it was clear. Only as she turned back did she glimpse a horse rushing towards her from the cross lane.
It was a large black horse, a dark blur that threw up a great cloud of dust in its wake. It moved fast and with purpose. Anna turned and gathered the reins tight again, ready to flee.
‘Anna!’ she heard a shout. ‘Wait! Don’t go.’
It was Robert. She saw his face as he came ever closer, his jaw set in a hard line, tense and dark. She started to flee, yet something held her back. Something inexorable and inevitable, holding her fast where she was. She watched him come, anger and hope and fear all boiling inside her. She couldn’t run from him any longer.
He reined in his horse just in front of her, dirt and gravel flying. His boots were splashed with dust, his doublet unfastened to show his loosely laced shirt and the gleam of sweat on his bare skin. He had ridden hard indeed to catch her, and Anna sat tense in her saddle, unsure of what he would do.
‘Where the hell are you going?’ he demanded roughly.
‘To London,’ she said. She tightened her hold on the reins as the horse shifted restively under her.
‘Now? Alone?’
He looked at her as if she had suddenly gone mad and he couldn’t fathom her, and that made her angry all over again. She was not the mad one here—not the double-deceiver. He was the one who owed her an explanation.
‘I must see to my father,’ she said. ‘Unless you and Lord Edward have already seen him arrested.’
Rob’s eyes narrowed at her words, and she rued the way her anger and confusion made her so rash. If he did suspect her father, she had revealed her discovery. And if he did not she had landed him in greater danger than he had been in before.
Either alternative felt intolerable to her.
Rob suddenly moved his horse closer to hers and reached out to grab her bridle. ‘What do you mean?’ he drilled out in a voice made all the worse by its quiet calm. A hot-tempered Rob was bad enough, but Anna had seen how his temper was changeable and quickly cooled. This darkly intense Robert…
‘Is my father in danger?’ she asked, holding her head high. She had to be strong now—to find the truth and face it, no matter what. It was the only chance she had to save the ones she loved. ‘Did Walsingham set you to spy on him?’
‘What do you know, Anna?’ he demanded, his grasp firm on her bridle. He held her fast.
‘I found a
torn list in Lord Edward’s library. A list of purported traitors. In your writing.’
Rob’s jaw tightened. ‘Did you keep it? Do you know what would happen if you were found with such a thing?’
‘Nay, I did not keep it! I put it back on the desk where it came from. But I remember what it said—that my father’s name was on it,’ she said. ‘What is that list, exactly, and why is he on it?’
He shook his head. ‘I wanted to protect you from all this, Anna. To keep you safe.’
‘To be ignorant of the danger around us is not to be safe,’ she protested. ‘Tell me! Is my father suspected of something? Is he…?’
A traitor. She could not even say the words aloud.
Rob raked his fingers through his hair, and she could see the tension of his muscles, the rigid way he held himself, as if he had to restrain his temper.
‘Someone connected to Lord Henshaw’s Men is taking Spanish bribes,’ he said at last. ‘For what exactly we do not yet know, but Walsingham and his men will soon find out. And anyone involved will pay dearly.’
‘They think it is my father?’ Anna squeezed out, her throat tight.
‘He is only one possibility,’ Rob answered, his voice tense, as if he held a hard leash on his emotions. As if he didn’t want to tell her anything at all.
‘And how many possibilities have been tortured and killed?’ she asked. She closed her eyes, but the terrible images were still there. The taste of fear in her mouth.
‘Walsingham will not act without some kind of proof,’ Rob said quickly. ‘He knows the cost of moving too quickly and losing evidence of a wider plot. Your father is safe for now. The information Lady Essex brought to Hart Castle shows that.’
Anna shook her head. ‘But for how long?’
‘I am working fast, Anna, I promise you. I will find the villain.’
She heard him slide down from his horse and come to her side. She opened her eyes to stare down at him, and he reached for her hand. She let him take it, and she tried to read the truth in his eyes, feel it in his touch. She wanted to trust him so desperately.
‘Who do you really work for, Robert?’ she said. ‘What do you really know?’
‘Anna, I—’ he began, and suddenly broke off with a frown. He looked back over his shoulder as his hand tightened on hers.
‘What is it?’ she said, but then she heard it, too. Hoofbeats, coming swiftly closer along the road from London.
A cloud of dust in the distance suddenly revealed five black-clad horsemen, moving towards them.
‘Alden!’ one of them shouted. ‘We have been searching for you.’
Rob slapped Anna’s horse on its flank and called, ‘Run, Anna—now!’
‘Nay, not without you,’ she cried out, but the horse had already taken off across the field. She could only halt it at a distance, and she twisted around in her saddle just in time to see the riders overtake Rob as he climbed back into his saddle.
One of the men leaped from his horse, and there was the heavy, metallic clang of steel as he and Rob both drew their swords.
It was a quick and furious fight, a confusion of clashing blades and whirling dust. The two men grappled closely, viciously, and Rob managed to kick out at his opponent’s leg and land him in the dust.
But Rob was outnumbered. Before he could lunge forward with his blade he was set upon by the other men. When the dirt cleared and they backed away Anna saw him lying still in the road, his leg bleeding.
Anna couldn’t hold back her scream at the shocking sight. Her horse, already panic-stricken at the rush of noise and violence, wheeled around and Anna lost her grip on the reins. She felt herself falling, falling, the sky wheeling above her in a grey-blue blur.
Then she hit the ground, and pain shot through her body like a hundred knives. Her head struck something hard and everything went dim and hot.
She heard a man say, ‘And who might this be? Our little lamb, dropped right at our feet? Good fortune, lads.’
Someone touched her shoulder, and fiery agony shot down her side. She couldn’t breathe through it, couldn’t hold on to the light. She tried to gasp Rob’s name—and then all went black.
Chapter Twenty-Two
The first thing Anna knew was the sound, faint and fuzzy, of blurry voices and the patter of wheels over gravel. She tried to reach out for it, hold on to it, but the noise kept fading in and out.
She slowly prised open her gritty eyes and saw what looked like wooden slats turned askew. Her head pounded, as if it would split open at the slightest movement, and her whole body ached. She struggled to remember where she was, what had happened, but all was blank. A sudden coarse, loud laugh from somewhere above her was as piercing as an arrow to her skull.
She closed her eyes again and tried with all her strength to move her limbs. Her legs were so heavy, every movement painful, but she managed to wriggle them around against her skirts. Gradually she felt other things—her hair fallen loose on her neck, the cool air on her arm where her sleeve was torn, the prickle of straw under her cheek.
She seemed to lie on her stomach in a cart of some sort, jolting as it moved along. She struggled to open her eyes again and saw the blur of green hedges beyond the wooden slats, and a figure in black on horseback that rode alongside and led Anna’s horse.
And then she remembered all too clearly, as in a great flash of light. The men galloping towards them on the road. Rob shouting at her to run.
Rob falling, set upon by those men with their swords. She had tried to run to him, but she too had been brought low as she struggled to reach Robert. To see if he was alive or—or not.
No! No, he could not be dead—not Rob. He was the most burningly alive person she had ever beheld. Surely she would feel it, deep in her heart, if he was dead. She would sense if he was no longer in the world.
Yet when she took in a deep breath and quieted her mind to try and search in her heart for him she could feel nothing. She could see nothing but his handsome, strong body crumpled on the road, so far away from her.
But he had to be somewhere. She had to find him, to be with him no matter what.
Anna summoned every bit of her strength and slowly pushed herself up to a sitting position. Her head spun, and pain shot up her arms as she used them to brace herself. But she kept breathing, and gradually the world righted itself. She opened her eyes to see two men on the cart’s seat above her, one holding the reins and the other watching her. His eyes were bright and beady above his thickly bearded jaw.
It was the same man who had leaned over her when she’d tumbled from her horse. She remembered it all now—every terrible, vivid detail.
‘Well, well, it seems our lamb is awake,’ he said, as cheerful and affable as if he greeted her in a tavern. ‘And just in time, as we grow near our destination.’
Anna pushed her tangled hair back from her face. ‘Where are you taking me? Who are you? I demand to know what is happening!’
The man smiled. ‘I hardly think you are in a position to demand anything, Mistress Barrett.’
‘You know who I am?’ she asked, trying to remain calm and not give in to hysterics. That would help no one. Not herself, her father, nor Robert. But the uncertainty, the not knowing, was terrible.
‘Of course I do. I was sent to find you. Someone is eager to speak with you. It was very kind of you to meet us halfway as you did.’
‘Then may I not have the courtesy of knowing your name in turn?’ she demanded, struggling to hold on to cold, unrevealing politeness. To keep her distance from the whole scene.
‘I am called Smythe. But that hardly matters. My part in this assignment is nearly complete.’
Anna turned away from his piercing stare to study her surroundings. Perhaps she could leap off the cart as it slowed and run into the woods? But there was that horseman close beside them, with his hard face and shining sword.
‘I wouldn’t try to leave us if I were you, Mistress Barrett,’ Smythe said. ‘It would only go the worse
for you when you are caught.’
‘I doubt I am in any condition to run,’ Anna murmured. She had hoped to see another cart, one carrying Rob, but they were alone on the road. The fields to either side grew narrower, and in the distance there was a grey cloud of hovering smoke. It seemed they neared London.
‘Where is Master Alden?’ she demanded. ‘Did you murder him?’
The man suddenly climbed over the back of the seat and dropped down beside her in the straw. He no longer smiled.
‘Master Alden should not be your concern, mistress,’ he said. ‘You must look to yourself.’
‘How can I do that when I do not know what is happening?’ she ground out. ‘I have done no wrong.’
‘Have you not? Then you need have no fear.’ He leaned closer and whispered, ‘Yet I think the same cannot be said of Master Alden. You should have a greater care of those with whom you associate.’
Anna bit her lip and said nothing. It was clear she would learn nothing else here. She’d have to wait until they reached wherever they were going. And she refused to show even a hint of fear.
Smythe reached for her hands and bound them tightly with a coarse length of rope. As they sat there in silence, the cart slowly joined the stream of people passing through London’s gates and into the city itself. The silence of the country gave way to the clang of shouts and cries, the shrill call of merchants selling pies and ale and broadsheets of all the day’s scandals. The fresh green air became thick with smoke and humanity, and the buildings grew closer and closer together until their eaves nearly blotted out the sky.
Anna was back in London, her home, yet she had never felt so strange before, so cut off from all that was familiar.
So very alone.
The cart halted by the riverside. In the distance along the crowded ribbon of water she glimpsed the edifice of London Bridge, its decoration of traitors’ heads mere black dots against the gray sky. Beyond that somewhere was the round wooden O of the White Heron, and her father’s house tucked behind it.
Smythe took her arm and helped her to stumble down from the cart. She was quickly surrounded by the other guards, their tall frames blocking her view, and they hurried her into a waiting boat. As they were rowed across the river she glimpsed the impenetrable stone walls of the Tower, and she remembered the day she had followed Robert there. They had taken much the same path then—across the river, beyond the Tower.
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