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Deceptionby Lady Grace Cavendish
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The Twenty-third Day of November, in the Year of Our Lord 1569
The Queen's Presence Chamber--after breakfast
I have a new daybooke and I cannot wait to begin writing in it I am determined to keep this book neat
and tidy with my best lettering throughout--and not make it look as if a drunken spider has crawled over
I am seated on a cushion with the other Maids of Honour in the Queen's Presence Chamber awaiting Her
Majesty's arrival. She is busy with matters of state. We have a huge fire, for it has been mightily cold this
last week. Indeed, the river Thames itself has frozen The ice is thick enough to walk on and everyone is
talking about the Frost Fair that has been set up on the frozen water near the landing steps to the Inns
of Court. It is so exciting We hope to visit today, when Her Majesty has finally finished with boring state
Outside, the ice and frost look very inviting, but inside it is gloomy and we have much need of candles.
The other Maids are working at their embroidery and Mrs. Champernowne, Mistress of the Maids, is
scowling at me for not doing the same. She looks ready to pounce the instant I make the tiniest ink blot
upon my kirtle. But she dare not chide me too much, as Her Majesty herself gave me this daybooke and
my fine quills and ink bottle. Ha, ha, Mrs. Champernowne
The Queen is my favourite person in the whole world. She has taken me under her wing and often shows
me great kindness, because--
* * *
Hell's teeth I have nearly spoiled my book already. I had to duck from a flying cushion. It would seem that
the matters of state did not go well, for the Queen has just burst in and is now roaring round the
chamber like a baited bear.
I'm not sure I should compare Her Majesty to a bear--baited or otherwise. However, this daybooke is for
my eyes alone, so I don't think I shall have my head cut off Besides, as I was about to write before the
cushion interrupted me, I am a favourite with Her Majesty the Queen (except when she throws things).
She has never forgotten that my dear mother, God rest her soul, died saving her life last year. My mother
was Her Majesty's close companion, and the Queen was almost as sad as I was when she died. So she
made me a Maid of Honour, though I was only twelve, and vowed to protect me always. And now I am
also Her Majesty's secret Lady Pursuivant. If she should cut off my head, who would then pursue all
wrongdoers who trouble the Queen's peace?
Oh, dear, Her Majesty is glaring our way. I shall put my daybooke away for a while before some accident
Later this Day, still in the Queen's Presence Chamber
The royal storm has now abated--but it was most exciting while it lasted.
Her Majesty paced up and down, flapping a letter she'd just received, looking as if she would breathe fire
on the poor messenger, who cowered in the doorway waiting for an answer.
"What do you think is in that letter?" Lady Sarah whispered.
"Mayhap there is another problem with the new coin Her Majesty is having minted," Mary Shelton
suggested as she laid down the bonnet she is embroidering for her new niece.
"What problems are those?" asked Lady Jane, wide-eyed.
I was surprised that Lady Jane could
While skating down the River Thames to avoid the bad mood of Queen Elizabeth, Lady Grace stumbles upon a dead man laying on the ice with special coins covering his eyes and so, with the help of her fellow Maids of Honor, begins to research the mystery to find out who the victim was and why the queen's special production coins were used in the murder.
Thirteen-year-old Lady Grace Cavendish, maid of honor to Queen Elizabeth I, describes in her diary her efforts to discover who is counterfeiting the new English silver coin.
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