"Raleigh is giving himself airs," he told me. "Soon he will be thinking himself the most important man at Court."

"He is very good-looking," I replied slyly. "He has the qualities, it seems, which appeal to Her Majesty."

"True enough, but he is inexperienced, and I will not have him giving himself such airs."

"How will you stop him?"

Robert was thoughtful. Then he said: "It is time for young Essex to come to Court."

"He is happy enough in Llanfydd."

"He cannot spend his life there. How old is he now?"

"He is but seventeen."

"Old enough to begin making a way for himself. He has great charm and should do well at Court."

"Don't forget that he is my son."

"That's one of the reasons why I wish to bring him to Court, my dearest. I want to do everything I can for him ... because I know how fond you are of him."

"He is a son to be proud of," I said fondly.

"Would he were mine! But the next best thing is that he is yours. Let him come here. I promise you I will do everything possible for his advancement."

I looked at him shrewdly. I understood the way in which his mind worked. It was true that Leicester liked to advance members of his family, for it had always been a policy of his to put what he called "his own men" in high places.

"But the fact that Rob is my son is enough to make our Vixen chase him out of Court."

"I don't think she will ... when she sees him. In any case it's worth a try."

I laughed. "You seem greatly put out by Raleigh."

"He is of little moment," he said abruptly. "I think young Essex will amuse the Queen."

I shrugged my shoulders. "I will ask my son to come to me, and then perhaps if your mistress will allow you to leave her for a short time, you can meet him here and assess him."

Robert said he would be delighted to see my son, and I could rest assured that he would do all in his power to bring him forward at Court.

When Robert had gone I continued to think about it. I pictured his presenting my son to the Queen. "My stepson, the Earl of Essex, Your Majesty."

Those tawny eyes would be alert. Her son! The She-Wolf's cub! What chance would he have? It was true he had been born before I had fallen from favor, before she knew of her darling Robin's passion for me. But she would never accept my son.

Of course he was extraordinarily handsome; he had a unique charm; he was the kind of young man the Queen liked to have about her—except for one thing: he would never flatter her.

It would be amusing to see what effect he had on her. I would do what Leicester wanted and attempt to persuade him to go to Court and see what happened.

How often have I wished that I had the gift of prophecy. If I could but have seen into the future! If I could have glimpsed the anguish to come—then I should never have allowed my darling to go to her.

But her life and mine were linked by some tragic caprice of fate. We were doomed to fix our love on the same object—and what bitter suffering that was to cause me! And I do not believe that she escaped unscathed.

"Raleigh?" said Penelope. "He is a dashing fellow. Tom Perrot was talking of him when I spent a few days with him and Dorothy on my way here. Tom says he is quick-tempered. An ill-chosen word directed against him can plunge him into violent rage. Tom himself had a fracas with him, and they both landed up in the Fleet and spent six days there before their release was brought about. He said that a short while after, Raleigh was in the Marshalsea following a fight on the tennis court with someone named Wingfield. He's an adventurer. He's like the Queen's darling, Francis Drake. You know how she loves such men."

"So she loves this one?"

"Oh, he is one of her admirers! How she can listen to such false compliments I can never understand."

"Few understand the Queen—nor does she intend them to.

Leicester wants to present Essex to her. How think you that will work?"

"Well, he's good-looking enough to please her and can be charming when he wishes. Has he agreed to come to Court?"

"Not yet. I am sending a messenger asking him to come to me. Leicester will then arrive to turn on the persuasive powers."

"I doubt he'll come. You know how stubborn he can be."

"Stubborn and impulsive," I agreed. "He has always acted without much thought. But he is over young. He'll change, I doubt not."

"He will have to change a great deal—and quickly," commented Penelope. "He will never be able to pay those extravagant false compliments which the Queen demands from her young men. You know, he always speaks his mind, Mother. He has been thus since he was a boy."

As Essex had spent a good deal of time with the Riches in recent years I could be sure his sister knew what she was talking about.

I said: "Well, I don't think the Queen will receive him, since he is my son."

"She received us," replied Penelope, "though I have to admit she gives us some odd looks now and then and snaps at us rather sharply. Dorothy said the same."

"She's thinking all the time that you are the She-Wolf's cubs, as she so elegantly calls you."

"Who knows, perhaps between them your husband and your son will be able to persuade her to have you back."

"I doubt Essex would be able to do what my Lord Leicester has failed to."

Although she wanted to cheer me, I could see that Penelope agreed. Even after all these years it was unlikely that the Queen would relent.

Then we talked of family matters and how she hated her husband, and how difficult life was with him.

"I could endure him more if he were not so religious," Penelope told me. "But it is maddening, the manner in which he kneels down and prays before getting into bed and then proceeds to ... well, I will leave that to your imagination, for I would prefer not to remind myself of it. He is demanding my dowry now and says he has had little from the marriage. And I have already given him his sons Richard and Charles and—curse of curses—I am pregnant again."

"He should be delighted that you are so fruitful." "I assure you I don't share his delight." "Philip does not seem to find you any less delectable." "It is pleasant of course to be honored in verse, but Philip seems content enough with that."

"What does Frances think of these poems to another woman?" "She raises no objection. He pays some attention to her clearly, since she has been delivered of a daughter whom, most loyally, she has named after Elizabeth our Queen. Her Majesty has shown a certain interest in her namesake."

Thus we chatted, and the time I spent with my daughter passed merrily as always.

In due course, Essex obeyed my summons and came to Leicester House. How proud I was of him when I presented him to his stepfather!

He was indeed a son to be proud of. Every time I saw him I was astonished by his handsome looks because I always felt that I underestimated them in my thoughts. His coloring was similar to mine. He had abundant hair, though his was more auburn than mine, and the large dark Boleyn eyes. He was very tall and, I suppose because he so often had to look down to people, he stooped slightly. He had delicate, beautiful hands, and the fact that he left them unadorned seemed to call attention to their elegance. His Venetian breeches—very full at the top and narrowing towards the knee—were in the finest velvet and slashed and puffed, but not in the height of fashion when compared with those in the French style, which Leicester, the courtier, was wearing. Essex's cloak was embroidered with gold lace, I remember—but what did it matter what he wore? He could never look anything but completely distinguished. He wore all his clothes with an indifference which accentuated his natural elegance; and I was fondly amused to notice his determination not to be impressed by the Queen's favorite. In fact, he was not going to hide his contempt for a man who allowed his wife to be disdainfully treated, even though it was by the Queen.

He was clearly suspicious of Leicester's intentions—and I was fully aware of them. I had previously found my husband's desire for friendship with my family endearing, but now under the influence of Leicester's Commonwealth I looked for other motives behind the affectionate interest. By entering his orbit they became his men and women and their function would be to further his ends.

I was a little resentful and uneasy. I did not want him to use my son. Perhaps after all I was at that time not without a little foreknowledge. Then I dismissed my fears. It would be amusing to see whether Leicester could persuade young Rob to do what he wanted, and even more so to learn how the Queen received him.

Before Leicester's arrival I had told my son that his stepfather had something to discuss with him. Essex had replied rather curtly that he was not interested in Court matters.

"You must please be courteous to members of my family," I reproved him.

"I do not like matters as they stand," retorted my son. "Leicester spends his days dancing attendance on the Queen in spite of the fact that she will not receive you at Court."

"He has other duties besides dancing attendance. He holds many posts in the government."

Essex looked mulish. "If she won't receive you, he should refuse to see her."

"Rob! You are talking of the Queen."

"I don't care. Leicester should first be loyal to you. I hear talk and resent it. I always will to see you humiliated."

"Oh, Rob my darling, I love you for your folly. There is nothing else he can do. Please see that. The Queen hates me for, marrying him. She is determined to keep him from me. You must understand it would be disastrous for him to disobey her."