shuddered.
âQueen Jane,â he whispered to himself. âQueen Jane.â
It had a nice ring to it, he thought. Jane would be a kind queen, for one thing. She was well educatedâsome would even say too well educated, for a woman. She was clever. She had backbone, wouldnât let the counselors make all the decisions. She could make a good ruler, an excellent ruler, even, in spite of the whole femaleproblem. He allowed himself the sentimentality of picturing Jane in the palace, living in his chambers and taking her meals at his table and reading the books from his library.
Wearing his crown.
âIs there a problem, Sire?â Dudley prompted. âDo you need to lie down?â
âGive me the document,â Edward said. Dudley moved the parchment to a nearby side table, and Edward signed his name carefully. The duke leaned over him to drip wax onto the bottom of the paper and helped Edward to press the ring with the royal seal into the wax. After that was finished, Dudley signed the paper himself, as a witness, along with Master Boubou. Then Dudley rolled the scroll up and whisked it out of sight.
Weariness tugged at Edward again, and he got back into bed, sinking against his plethora of pillows. He closed his eyes.
He had just made Jane the most powerful woman in England.
He liked the idea, but there was still something nagging at him. A doubt. A whisper of worry.
He tried to ignore it. His stomach rumbled, and he decided that any misgivings he might be feeling were due to how hollow and exhausted he was. He really should eat something, he thought. He wished Mistress Penne had left the soup.
He opened his eyes to ask Dudley to send for her but fell silent when he saw the duke and the doctor standing close together, staring out the window where he had been standing a few moments before.
âSo. It is done,â the duke said in a low voice.
âIt is done,â Boubou affirmed almost mournfully. âAnd it will be done, as I promised.â
A chill trickled down Edwardâs spine. He must have made some kind of noise, because both men turned to look at him. Edward quickly closed his eyes and tried to steady his breathing.
âIt wonât be long now,â he heard Boubou say from the far side of the room, then the creak of the doorâs hinges. âA day or two, at most.â
Edward felt a shadow fall over him. âSleep well, Your Majesty,â came Lord Dudleyâs voice, almost tenderly, and the dukeâs clammy fingers brushed a strand of hair from Edwardâs feverishly hot face. Edward didnât move, but next to him he felt Petâs body tense, the beginnings of a growl working its way up through her chest.
He flexed his fingers where they were buried in her fur, trying to put her at ease.
Lord Dudley turned and hurried out, the sound of his footsteps falling urgent on the stairs. Edward opened his eyes. Pet let out a soft, angry bark.
âItâs all right, girl,â he said to Pet.
She turned over to have her belly rubbed. He obliged her absent-mindedly, trying to clear his thoughts enough to interpret what heâd just heard.
It is done. Well, heâd signed the document, so that was probably the it theyâd been referring to.
But then Boubou had said, It will be done , and something about a promise. And Edward had no idea what that meant.
And, then, most troubling of all: It wonât be long now. A day or two at most.
It wonât be long now.
He was fairly certain that the it in this instance was his death.
He slept until the nurse returned a few hours later. This time she carried a plate of blackberry pie, piled high with whipped cream.
Edwardâs mouth watered.
He had the fork in his hand, a piece of delicious pie nearly to his lips, when Pet snarled. Not growled. Not barked. Snarled. Then she lunged toward the pie.
Edward was so surprised that he dropped the fork.
Mistress Penne was so surprised that she
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