The Grace Mysteries: Assassin & Betrayal - Couverture souple

Cavendish, Lady Grace

Couverture souple

ISBN 10 : 0385740050 ISBN 13 : 9780385740050

Editeur : Delacorte Press, 2011

Synopsis

The Grace Mysteries: Assassin & Betrayal This omnibus edition contains the first two books from the Grace Mysteries series--"Assassin" and "Betrayal." Full description

A propos du livre

Extrait :

The Thirteenth Day of February, in the Year of Our Lord 1569

I am supposed to use this book to write all my prayers and meditations in. That's what Mrs. Champernowne said when she gave it to me for my New Year's Gift--and that I could make one of my beautiful embroideries for its cover, which I shall do, because I like making pictures with stitches. But why should I drone on like Lady Hoby about Improving Passages and Sorrowful Meditations on my sins? How boring!

Anyway, I don't commit any very terrible sins, apart from once ruining my gown when I jumped off a log. And losing things. That's why I haven't written anything in this before--I lost it under my bed for a while. But now I've found it I'm going to write everything in it. It can be a book about me, Lady Grace Cavendish, Maid of Honour. And all my favourite things. Why not?

My favourite person (apart from my mother, who is dead, God rest her soul) is Her Majesty the Queen. She's a bit old, which you're never supposed to say or she might throw a shoe at you. She is thirty-six! Even for a great lady, that is almost too old to get married and have children--as Mrs. Champernowne complains when she thinks nobody is listening. I think Mrs. Champernowne's pate is addled: why would a queen want to marry and gain a king she'd have to obey? In fact, why would anyone want to get married if they didn't have to?

Unfortunately, I have to. The Queen says so.

The most exciting day of my life is probably tomorrow. The Queen's Majesty has arranged a St. Valentine's Ball and I must choose one of the three suitors the Queen has selected for me, to be my wedded husband. We'll be handfasted once the lawyers have finished the contracts, and then I shall marry whoever it is properly when I'm sixteen. All three suitors are now at Court, ready for tomorrow.

I wish I didn't have to marry. I feel far too young to do so but, being an heiress, I must--though if I were a commoner I could wait until I was as old as five and twenty!

Mary Shelton just came in and made moan to me about Lady Sarah not wanting to walk the dogs--even though it is her turn. I see an opportunity. I must run!
Later this Day

I am writing this in bed because Lady Sarah and Mary Shelton aren't here yet and I cannot sleep.

My favourite place in all of Whitehall Palace is behind the compost heaps at the end of the Orchard. I must have a care when I go there because if the other Maids of Honour or Ladies-in-Waiting knew about it, they'd tell the Mistress of the Maids, Mrs. Champernowne. And then she would tell the Queen, and Her Majesty would have to know about it officially, instead of just unofficially as she does now.

So when I want to go there, I generally volunteer to take the Queen's little dogs for a walk. Everyone knows I'm the only one of the Queen's Gentlewomen who actually likes them. They're small and hairy and smelly and quite fierce and a bit snappy if they don't know you--but I never have any trouble with them. They like me.

That was why I had to stop writing earlier: I had to run downstairs and find (my very pretty Lady and doesn't she know it?) Sarah Bartelmy. She was standing by the door to the Privy Garden with her face as sour as week-old milk, because she had been told to walk the dogs.

"What is wrong?" I asked, though I knew because Mary Shelton had told me.

Lady Sarah tossed her shiny copper hair and sighed. "The Queen bade me walk her dogs."

"Oh, what fun!" I declared, knowing she wouldn't agree. We play this charade with great regularity.

"But the wind is raw and there's a frost upon it," she complained. "And my mother sent me rose-water and almond oil to see if that will help my spot, and now I'll not have time to try it!"

Lady Sarah does have a spot on her nose, but it's not that big. She makes such a fuss about spots.

"Please don't trouble yourself. I will take the dogs out for you," I said kindly. "You must look your best for the ball."

For a moment Lady Sarah smiled at me quite pleasantly. Only for a moment, though. "I suppose you like galloping around with the horrible smelly little creatures," she observed.

"Yes, I do," I agreed. "Wait here, I'll get changed."

I ran up to our bedchamber--I share it with Lady Sarah and Mary Shelton--to change into my old green woollen hunting kirtle that's a bit short for me now. I couldn't walk the dogs in my white damask bodice and kirtle with the false front embroidered with roses. It was embroidered by my dear mother and is precious.

I didn't bother the tiring woman to help me--I can do it myself since I have all my bodices lacing up the front. I left my damask on the bed because I was in a desperate hurry to get out in the Orchard before it started getting dark. I pulled my boots on, grabbed my cloak, then rushed back downstairs again.

This time Mrs. Champernowne caught me on the back stairs. I think she lies in wait for me. "Lady Grace!" she shouted. "Lady Grace! Stop at once and wait!"

She's Welsh, you know, and very strict. But I have to be respectful to her, because she's served the Queen longer than anyone else--since Her Majesty was just Princess Elizabeth and everyone thought she'd be executed. So I stopped and curtsied. I knew exactly what she was going to say. And she did.

"Lady Grace! When will you live up to the pretty name your poor mama gave you? How many times do I have to tell you not to clatter down the stairs like a herd of cattle?"

Silly old moo, as if cows could run downstairs.

Présentation de l'éditeur :

Two historical mysteries starring Lady Grace in one special volume!
In the Edgar-nominated Assassin, one suitor is dead with a knife in his back and another is under suspicion. . . Can Lady Grace, Queen Elizabeth's favorite Maid of Honor, solve the mystery and bring order back to the Queen's court? And in Betrayal, life as a stowaway on board an Elizabethan galleon—it's no place for a lady! But when her fellow Maid of Honor disappears with a dashing sea captain, Lady Grace knows she just has to investigate.

À propos de cette édition

• Éditeur: Delacorte Press
• Date d'édition: 2011
• ISBN 10: 0385740050
• ISBN 13: 9780385740050
• Reliure: Broché
• Nombre de pages: 384