I looked ’round at those I knew and those I did not. Would there be justice? I thought not.

Be calm. Be reasoned. Be aware. Don’t allow yourself to be tricked into any admission that can be used against you. Tell the truth as much as you can. Use the intelligence God gave you. And don’t speak out of turn or with misplaced arrogance.

Windsor had been brutal in his advice.

But I was so alone. Even his love could not still the rapid trip of my heart.

“Mistress Perrers.”

I looked up sharply. Their spokesman, a sheaf of pages in his hand, was Henry Percy, Earl of Northumberland, Marshal of England. A close associate of Gaunt. I did not like this. I did not like it at all, but I clung to my resolve and I inclined my head.

“My lord.”

“You are summoned here to answer to charges of a most serious nature. Do you understand?”

So that was how it would be. Formal and legal, entirely impersonal. I still did not know what the charges were.

“Yes, my lord. I understand.”

“We require you to answer questions concerning your past conduct. There are outstanding charges against you.”

“And they are?” Fear bloomed against all my desires.

“Fraud, mistress. And treason. How do you plead?”

“Innocent,” I replied instantly. “To both. And I question the validity of any evidence against me.” I might be circumspect in my replies, but I would not be a fool. I knew what they were about, concocting some spurious occasion on which I had committed treason. Even fraud was a matter for debate.

“They are serious charges, mistress. Perhaps you should take time to consider.…”

“In what manner have I ever committed fraud?” I kept my voice clear and strong and confident, my spine straight as a halberd staff. “I have never used dishonest deception or trickery to benefit myself. I have never used false representations. If you are questioning my holding of royal manors, they were freely given to me by King Edward, gifts of his generosity, out of his affection for me.” Let them accept that statement! “Those I purchased in my own name were done so openly and legally, through the offices of my agent. I utterly deny the charge of fraud, my lords.”

My breathing, with great effort, was slow and controlled, my voice even and commanding. What evidence could they possibly have?

“But in the matter of treason, mistress…”

“Treason? On which occasion did I violate my sworn allegiance to my King?” I was on firm ground here. Not even this august body could find evidence of my bringing the state of the King into danger. “I challenge you to find any evidence of my being a danger either to the King’s health or to the security of the realm.” Perhaps not wise, but fear compelled me to state my case so bluntly. I appraised the faces turned toward me. Some met my gaze; some looked anywhere but at me. “Well, my lords? Where is your evidence?”

The Lords moved uneasily on their benches, whispered together. Northumberland shuffled his documents.

“We must deliberate, mistress. If you would wait in the antechamber?”

I stalked out.

“What’s happening?” Windsor was immediately there, drawing me to sit on the bench recently vacated by Wykeham.

“They are deliberating.”

“What, in God’s name? You were barely in there for five minutes!”

“I don’t know.” I could not sit, but prowled across the width of the room and back.

“I presume it’s not going well?”

“Nothing is going well. They charged me, but refused to produce any evidence against me. What do I make of that? If they have no evidence, why call me here? I am afraid, Will. I’m afraid of what I don’t know.”

“I wish I could be there with you.” He rose to prowl with me.

“I know.” I leaned into him. “But I don’t think it would do any good. Even the Archangel Gabriel himself could not keep the Lords from my tearing out my throat.”

Within the half hour I was called back.

“Mistress Perrers,” Northumberland said, with a self-satisfied air. “The Lords have debated the evidence against you. That you did wantonly and deliberately disobey the orders issued by the Good Parliament.”

What was this? A completely new direction? Fraud and treason had suddenly been abandoned, unless it was treason to disobey Parliament. In that moment I realized that the Lords had known from the beginning that these charges were untenable. But what was the implication here? I felt the ground shift under my feet. This was far more dangerous, a presentiment of it shivering along my spine. How I wished for Windsor’s strength beside me.

“Which orders?” I asked, genuinely puzzled. Had I not obeyed them to the letter? Surely this could not be witchcraft again? Nausea gripped my belly.

“The orders that banished you from the person of the King and from living anywhere in the vicinity of the royal Court…”

But had I not done what they asked of me?

“I reject that accusation.”

“Do you?” A complacent curve of Northumberland’s mouth attested to his certainty that my denial would hold no weight. “You were banished—and yet you returned to be with His late Majesty in the weeks before his death.…”

Be calm! They cannot prove your guilt on this.…

“I observed the orders,” I stated, choosing my words with care, whilst my heart galloped like a panicked horse. “I lived in retirement. I did not return to Court until my lord of Gaunt had the orders against me rescinded. I state this, a fact that must be well-known to all here present, as proof of my innocence.”

“This Chamber knows nothing of that. It believes that you are guilty of breaking the terms of your banishment by Parliament. A most heinous crime.”

“No! I did not! I was informed by the hand of my lord of Gaunt himself that I was free to return.”

“And you have proof of this?”

“No. But the pardon must exist.”

The letter. What had happened to it? My thoughts skittered like rats in a trap. There must be proof.…

“Furthermore”—Northumberland continued as if I had not spoken—“you are charged that you used your malign influence on His Majesty King Edward in the final days of his weakness, to achieve the pardon of Richard Lyons, whom Parliament had condemned for his dire culpability in matters of finance. By your instigation, Lyons was released from the Tower.”

It was simply not true. I considered the accusation, my mind racing over the facts. There was no evidence of my involvement. There was none! My spirits rose, and yet I was puzzled at this accusation.

“Lyons was pardoned on the authority of my lord of Gaunt, in King Edward’s name, when the decisions of the Parliament were reversed,” I replied, once more sure of my ground. “He and my lord Latimer were both released. It is no secret. It must have been known to your lordships.”

Northumberland denied it. “This Chamber holds that you are guilty of effecting the pardon of this man, a man considered to be a threat to the realm.”

“No…!”

“The scale of his embezzlement was an outrage. To grant him a pardon was an act against the authority of Parliament.…”

“There must be Court officials who know the truth. Gaunt himself…”

Northumberland’s eyes met mine, horrifyingly bright with his supremacy over me. “We are aware of none. Not one has come forward in your defense.”

“I can find them.” How amazingly composed I sounded, yet the palms of my hands were slick with sweat. “The lawyers involved with the case will speak for my lack of involvement. I had nothing to do with Lyons’s pardon. It must be on record that my lord of Gaunt had the legal papers drawn up.”

Silence. Not even the habitual scuffling of my aristocratic judges. I found that my hands had curled into fists, the nails digging into soft flesh. Northumberland gave a curt nod.

“It must not be said that this Chamber is guilty of trampling justice underfoot. We will allow you time to find your witnesses, mistress. We will hear them and assess their evidence.”

“How long?” I asked. “How long will you give me?”

“One afternoon and one night, mistress.” His smile was a smirk, if I was not mistaken.

“But that’s impossible.…”

“A committee appointed by us will meet tomorrow at ten of the clock to hear your evidence.”

“I beg for longer, my lords.…” I looked ’round at the faces, but knew that my plea fell on willfully deaf ears.

“That is the best we can do.”

I walked from the room, shoulders straight, head high. They knew I would lose.

“One afternoon and one night? By God! They’re sure of themselves. And I don’t like having a door slammed in my face!” Windsor struck his fist against the wall, then became fiercely practical. “So where do we start?”

“It was Gaunt’s doing; he ordered Lyons’s release. The evidence must exist,” I fretted. “All I need is someone to unearth it from wherever it’s filed away and stand beside me to put it before the Lords’ Committee.”

“Who? Who would know?”

We were walking rapidly through the corridors to the wing of the vast palace given over to Court business, a rabbit warren of clerks and lawyers.

“I don’t know,” I said. “One of the Court’s legal men. There are enough of them.”

“But will they?”

“Will they what?” My mind was already leaping ahead. Who could I pin down?

“Find the evidence. Present it before the Committee. Who in God’s name can you find to stand before the Lords and challenge their rulings?”

I stopped in my tracks. “Why would they not?”

“If there’s an interest to keep the evidence hidden…” He raised his hand as I opened my mouth to deny such an outcome. “If, I say…then retribution against any man who spoke in your defense could be sharp and swift. It could keep mouths firmly closed. Even if the evidence still exists…and I have my doubts!”

I blinked to hear it spoken so brutally. For was it not what I feared? The assurance of Northumberland had stirred my fear to hot flames.

“I can’t do nothing! I can’t just accept it!” I retaliated.

“No. And our time is slipping past.” Windsor had redoubled his pace. “Let’s see who we can track down to their legal lair. Who was the man who took all your property from Pallenswick? He might consider that he owes you the truth.”

“Why is it, Will,” I grumbled, “that you always think along the lines of debts that can be called in and gifts that need to be reciprocated?”

“Because I’ve spent my life calling them in or repaying them!” He strode on, pulling me with him. “Do you remember his name?”

“Thomas Webster.”

“Go and talk to him.” He pushed me through a door that would take me into the legal rabbit run. “I’ll see if any of Edward’s servants manage to have a memory that I can prick. With a dagger if I have to.”

I tracked Thomas Webster down to a small, shabby room where he was surrounded by vellum, ribbons and seals, and the smell of ink and elderly documents. How evocative that smell was, with memories of past times. Safer times. Master Webster looked up impatiently as I entered, then, seeing me, instantly dismissed his clerk. Not, I decided, a good sign.

“Master Thomas Webster.” I stood before his desk, arms at my sides, as he came slowly to his feet.

“Mistress Perrers…”

“Do they exist?”

He knew why I was here in his den. His eyes shifted beneath mine, and slid down to where one hand toyed with an inky quill. He knew exactly my meaning: the documents to prove that Gaunt had had the pardons drawn up.

“I am sure they do, mistress.”

“Will you find them for me? Will you stand as witness for me?”

“No, mistress.”

Well, that was plain enough. “Why not?”

Now he looked at me. “You know the reason. It’s more than my position is worth to help you.”

“Will you not even help me to prove that my banishment from Court was revoked by my lord of Gaunt?”

He did not even bother to answer.

“Then who will?” I demanded. “Who will help me?”

His face as bland as a baked custard tart, he cast the quill with its ruined nib onto the desk. He did not need to reply. As I discovered in further fruitless search for the whole of that afternoon, no one would help me. The Court lawyers became invisible. They vanished into the stonework and paneled walls like cockroaches at the approach of a candle. Those whom I cornered claimed an astonishing loss of recall.

“It’s hopeless!” I met up with Windsor, who was looking unusually harassed, in the Great Hall.

“So Webster is intransigent?”

“Webster is a self-serving bastard!”

“Edward’s servants are also less than cooperative,” he remarked. “But there is one who might come up to the mark.…”