Court of Conspiracy
Court of Conspiracy
By April Taylor
Book one of The Tudor Enigma
England is the prize. The death of a young king is the price.
King Henry IX, son of Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn, holds the very balance of European power in his Protestant hands. His numerous Catholic enemies have cast greedy eyes upon his crown and will stop at nothing to usurp the throne.
An unassuming apothecary in the Outer Green of Hampton Court Palace is the Queen’s last hope. Luke Ballard treats the poor with balms and salves but is careful to protect his greater gifts. For Luke is also an elemancer, one of the blessed few able to harness elemental powers for good. His quiet life ends when Queen Anne commands him to hunt down the traitors, a mission he cannot refuse.
Beset on all sides, Luke mobilizes his arsenal of magic and ingenuity to conquer the enemy. But as the stakes are raised in the uneven battle of good vs. evil, he knows this is only the first skirmish of a lifelong war. The welfare of the Tudors—and England—depends on him alone.
102,000 words
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Dedication
For Mum, Paul and “the Bruvvers”
Acknowledgments
There are two people without whom you would not be reading Court of Conspiracy. They are my wonderful agent, Marlene Stringer, and my fantastic editor at Carina Press, Kerri Buckley. Thank you for your belief in me.
Although the book is set in an alternate Tudor universe, it took a lot of research. I must thank the following people: the incredible staff at Hampton Court Palace, especially Ian Franklin; The Weald and Downland Open Air Museum, particularly the cook in the Tudor kitchen and Cathy Flower-Bond for her videos of Tudor cookery (http://cookit.e2bn.org/historycookbook/1406-bread.html); Claire Ridgway of the Anne Boleyn Files (http://www.theanneboleynfiles.com); the website of King Henry VIII (http://www.henrytudor.co.uk); and historian Alison Weir for her encouragement.
Writing is a solitary profession and I owe thanks to so many people for helping to make it less so. They include the brilliant Hornsea Writers for sitting through the book’s progress week by week, Janet Shell and Christopher Goldsack for putting me up—and putting up with me—in London, Joanny for listening on the dog walks as I wittered on sorting out plot points aloud, Nicky Griffiths for her enthusiasm and invaluable help with research, and friends whose first question is always How is the book going?
Finally, although the book is dedicated to them, thanks to my family for their endless encouragement and especially to Paul, whose infinite patience, support and love keeps me going.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
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Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
About the Author
Copyright
Chapter One
Queen Anne Boleyn sat in her Privy Bedchamber at Hampton Court Palace, gazing at her reflection as she meditated upon the implications of the latest threat to the throne of England. The years had dealt kindly with her; her long dark hair remained as luxurious as ever and the faint web of lines at the corners of her still alluring black eyes was apparent only at close quarters.
As mother to the young King Henry IX, her position was as precarious as it had ever been. Since the death of her beloved lord King Henry VIII had left the realm in the hands of an untried thirteen-year-old boy, there had been numerous attempts to gain ascendancy over the young monarch. Some had been simple to foil, others had taken more effort, but Anne had thwarted them all. Until now. In the past few weeks there had been three attempts on Henry’s life. Taken separately, each could be regarded as an accident. But Anne knew better and she needed all her guile and cunning to tiptoe through the web their enemies had spun.
Though she was Queen and mother of the King, Anne knew she was officially regarded as weak, feeble and powerless, even by her son. The latest incident, a graze that had unaccountably become septic decided her that something must be done to eradicate the menace hanging over them. In normal circumstances she would have turned to a member of Henry’s group of intimates, but this situation was not normal. Years of experience had taught her that those who held high office could switch allegiance in an instant, even friends or kin. Trust was a heady weapon in the wrong hands and Anne truly trusted only one person, her lady-in-waiting and confidante, Gwenette Paige.
Gwenette was her ears and eyes around the palace, keeping her mistress abreast of whispers and rumors. She had the quality of stillness that made people forget she was there. Even now, Gwenette sat at a table, seemingly engrossed in repairing one of Anne’s gowns, but the Queen knew her lady-in-waiting would be intent on the innocuous chatter of the other ladies. Listening for anything that might threaten her mistress. For Anne had her enemies just as Henry did. Enemies who would seize any opportunity, however tenuous, to bring her down. No, she had been right in her decision to do nothing overt, simply maintain vigilance over the King, whilst formulating a strategy to defeat the conspirators.
After much deliberation, she had spoken to an esteemed advisor outside court circles, one whose opinion she valued and who, through years of discreet loyal service, had proved his worth. He had mentioned someone close at hand but unknown by many at court. The more she pondered his suggestion, the more she saw the sense of it. She needed an unknown, moreover an unknown who could come and go without arousing suspicion. The name on her mind at this moment was Luke Ballard, the apothecary in the Outer Green of Hampton Court. Certainly close at hand. Not a peasant, but not highborn either. Could he discover the identity of the would-be assassin? She had been assured that he had the mental agility required for such a mission, but this affair would not be resolved by merely sitting in a chair and thinking.
Luke Ballard. Surely she had heard Gwenette speak of him? Without giving herself time to think herself into circles of mounting indecision, she rose and gestured to Gwenette to follow her.
“Accompany me. The air is stuffy and I would walk in the gardens.”
The Queen waited until they had reached the far end of the graveled walkway. She turned to face the palace, to ensure that they were out of earshot and could talk openly.
“You know Ballard the apothecary, I think.”
Gwenette’s brows rose in surprise. Then her mouth curved into a smile.
“I do, Your Grace. We are friends. What has he done now?”
“Done? Nothing to my knowledge. Tell me what he is like.”
It was a testament to their mutual confidence and affection, hidden behind the formal etiquette dictated by the court, that Gwenette spoke freely.
“Luke is a good and fair man, Your Grace. A little hot tempered at times, but I would trust him with my life.”
Now it was Anne’s turn to raise her brows.
“Indeed? Do I understand you would set your cap at him?”
Gwenette colored.
“No, Your Grace. My duty and loyalty always have been and always will be to you.”
“I know, and I am more than grateful for it. So, tell me about Master Ballard. Is he clever?”
“Resourceful, certainly, madam. He has a nimble brain and is popular with the poor who make up most of his customers. When he is able, he refuses to take payment from them, although some will bring a loaf of bread or slices of bacon in return for medicine. More often than not, he simply laughs and tells them the only reward he seeks is seeing them back in good health. I like him. He does not curry favor with those who could advance him, but treats all men equally.”
They both stood for a few moments contemplating the topiaries, this one in the shape of a bird.
“Let us return to the palace,” the Queen said, turning back the way they had come.
Luke Ballard. The perfect weapon. Those inside the palace would see him as a peasant of no account. Those outside the palace would know him as the kind apothecary from the Outer Green. She prayed that her advisor had been right about the man’s skills, for she could feel the approach of the coming storm. It was time to make a decision, plot her strategy and make England, and its King, safe.
Chapter Two
Luke Ballard supposed he ought to be glad that the rain had stopped before dawn. He cursed his wet feet and hose no less than the dense summer fog. One wrong foot and he would end up in the Thames. Joss padded along at his side, her delicate feet picking their way through the long grass. Her master had been gathering medicinal plants since first light, basking in the calm dawn before the relentless barrage that would ensue the instant he raised the shutters. Mistress Tolland, the baker’s wife, would be in for more of his sleep potion and would, no doubt, return to her usual topic of why such a handsome well-set man as Luke, one with his own business, had no wife.
He usually ignored her, but she voiced the opinion of many. It seemed the local goodwives wanted nothing more than to see him in the marriage yoke and the men were anxious that he not escape the toils that had enmeshed them. Mistress Tolland, full of smiles and innuendo, would doubtless have been horrified to learn that Luke believed women to be a source of discord and that her arch smiles and insinuations only reinforced this conviction. He always heaved a sigh of relief when she left the shop, sending up prayers of support for the poor bugger who had been so half-witted as to marry her.
By the time he arrived home, the fog was thinning. He was aware of the tumult from the nearby Tiltyard. Stupid young idiots practicing already. Opponents would gallop out
of the mist, giving challengers no time to react. There would be broken heads for him to tend before long. He chewed his lip. He had plenty of arnica, but he hoped his current stocks of elm and plantain would be equal to the demand.
The kitchen fire needed building up. He laid his scrip on a table that bore proof of the remains of many meals, before poking the dying embers and piling it with logs of apple wood. Leftover roast beef sat on the dresser. That, with some bread, cheese and small beer would suffice for his breakfast. First though, he must blend his potions whilst his morning harvest retained its potency. He opened the door leading into the shop.
He had almost reached the counter when he became aware of an uninvited presence. Turning his head to look at Joss, he saw she stood rigid, staring into a dark corner. Following her gaze, Luke could see nothing, but his trust in Joss was total. Greysprings were the most sensitive of the breeds.
“Who is there?” he asked, voice quiet, tone reasonable. Reaching out, he wrapped his hand round a heavy pestle from the shelf, becoming aware of his quickened breathing in the silence. Who knew what manner of thief or cutpurse lay hidden? He looked to Joss for guidance. She remained vigilant—whatever had alerted her was behind the empty gallipots, but she exhibited no signs of hostility.
“Shall I send my dog in to root you out?” he asked, tensing his muscles. It had been years since his fists had lifted in anger, although he was confident he could give a good account of himself should the need arise.
There was a commotion in the corner. The gallipots were thrust to one side and a tall dust-covered figure stood up. It was a girl. Dirty fair hair hung in rats’ tails round a pinched face mired in heaven knew what. The skirts of her wet gown were streaked with street filth. She stood as watchful as a feral dog waiting for an adversary to spring.
After his initial rush of fear, Luke decided that either the gown was not hers or she was starving. His nose told him that she had last bathed long before she had last eaten. The desperation in her eyes sent a shaft of pity through him, but it would not do to lower his guard. He knew firsthand how devious women could be.