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The Necromancer's Apprentice [MultiFormat]
eBook by Lillian Stewart Carl
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eBook Category: Fantasy/Mystery/Crime
eBook Description:  Lord Robert Dudley had been Queen Elizabeth I's favorite since childhood. Rumors that she would remove herself from the European marriage market by marrying him flew thick and fast--except for one minor fact. He was already married, to Amy Robsart. Then Amy was found lying at the foot of a staircase, her neck broken, as dead as Robert's hopes for marriage with Elizabeth. For how could the Queen of England marry a possible murderer? "The Necromancer's Apprentice" is a new and magical angle on Amy Robsart's mysterious--and very convenient--death. At his wits' end, Dudley conscripts the services of magician John Dee's apprentice, Erasmus Pilbeam. Can Pilbeam and his own apprentice exonerate Dudley before Dudley loses his patience and Erasmus his head? And what of Elizabeth herself? As Anne Boleyn's daughter, she knows only too well how the marriage game can often have fatal consequences.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: November 2005
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Words: 5747
Reading time: 16-22 min.
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Robert Dudley, Master of the Queen's Horses, was a fine figure of a man, as long of limb and imperious of eye as one of his equine charges. And like one of his charges, his wrath was likely to leave an innocent passerby with a shattered skull.
Dudley reached the end of the gallery, turned, and stamped back again, the rich fabrics of his clothing rustling an accompaniment to the thump of his boots. Erasmus Pilbeam shrank into the window recess. But he was no longer an innocent passerby, not now that Lord Robert had summoned him.
"You beetle-headed varlet!" his lordship exclaimed. "What do you mean he cannot be recalled?"
Soft answers turn away wrath, Pilbeam reminded himself. "Dr. Dee is perhaps in Louvain, perhaps in Prague, researching the wisdom of the ancients. The difficulty lies not only in discovering his whereabouts, but also in convincing him to return to England."
"He is my old tutor. He would return at my request." Again Lord Robert marched away down the gallery, the floor creaking a protest at each step. "The greatness and suddenness of this misfortune so perplexes me that I shall take no rest until the truth is known."
"The inquest declared your lady wife's death an accident, my lord. At the exact hour she was found deceased in Oxfordshire, you were waiting upon the Queen at Windsor. You could have had no hand..."
"Fact has never deterred malicious gossip. Why, I have now been accused of bribing the jurors. God's teeth! I cannot let this evil slander rest upon my head. The Queen has sent me from the court on the strength of it!" Robert dashed his fist against the padded back of a chair, raising a small cloud of dust, tenuous as a ghost.
A young princess like Elizabeth could not be too careful what familiar demonstrations she made. And yet, this last year and a half, Lord Robert had come so much into her favor it was said that her Majesty visited him in his chamber day and night ... No, Pilbeam assured himself, that rumor was noised about only by those who were in the employ of Spain. And he did not for one moment believe that the Queen herself had ordered the disposal of Amy Robsart, no matter how many wagging tongues said that she had done so. Still, Lord Robert could hardly be surprised that the malicious world now gossiped about Amy's death, when he had so neglected her life.
"I must find proof that my wife's death was either chance or evil design on the part of my enemies. The Queen's enemies."
Or, Pilbeam told himself, Amy's death might have been caused by someone who fancied himself the Queen's friend.
Lord Robert stalked back up the gallery and scrutinized Pilbeam's black robes and close-fitting cap. "You have studied with Dr. Dee. You are keeping his books safe whilst he pursues his researches in heretical lands."
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