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him and told him to piss off. Trouble is Tamasin told me he came back yesterday. She saw him through the window and didn’t answer the door.’
    I sighed. ‘Your over-confidence will be the end of you one day.’
    â€˜That’s what Tamasin says. But they’re not taking married man with children. Or at least, not many.’
    â€˜The powers that be are serious. I think there is going to be an invasion attempt, or why recruit all these thousands of soldiers? You should take care.’
    Barak looked mutinous. ‘None of this would be happening if the King hadn’t invaded France last year. Forty thousand men sent over the Channel, and what happened? We were sent running back with our tails between our legs, except for the poor sods besieged in Boulogne. Everyone says we should cut our losses, abandon Boulogne and make peace, but the King won’t. Not our Harry.’
    â€˜I know. I agree.’
    â€˜Remember last autumn, the soldiers back from France lying in rags, plague-ridden, on all the roads to the city?’ His face set hard. ‘Well, that won’t happen to me.’
    I looked at my assistant. There had been a time when Barak might have seen war as an adventure. But not now. ‘What did this soldier look like?’
    â€˜Big fellow your age with a black beard, done up in a London Trained Bands uniform. Looked as if he’d seen service.’
    â€˜He was in charge of the View of Arms. I’d guess a professional officer. No man to cross, I’d say.’
    â€˜Well, if he’s viewing all the mustered men, hopefully he’ll be too busy to bother any more with me.’
    â€˜I hope so. If he does return, you must come to me.’
    â€˜Thank you,’ he said quietly.
    I reached for the letter on the corner of my desk. ‘In return, I’d like your view on this.’ I handed it to him.
    â€˜Not another message from Ellen?’
    â€˜Look at the seal. It’s one you’ve seen before.’
    He looked up. ‘The Queen’s. Is it from Master Warner? Another case?’
    â€˜Read it.’ I hesitated. ‘It worries me.’
    Barak unfolded the letter, and read aloud.
    â€˜I would welcome your personal counsel on a case, a private matter. I invite you to attend me here at Hampton Court, at three o’clock tomorrow afternoon.’
    â€˜It’s signed—’
    â€˜I know. Catherine the Queen, not lawyer Warner.’
    Barak read it again. ‘It’s short enough. But she says it’s a case. No sign it’s anything political.’
    â€˜But it must be something that affects her closely for her to write herself. I can’t help remembering last year when the Queen sent Warner to represent that relative of her servant who was accused of heresy.’
    â€˜She promised she would keep you out of things like that. And she’s one who keeps her promises.’
    I nodded. More than two years before, when Queen Catherine Parr was still Lady Latimer, I had saved her life. She had promised both to be my patron and never to involve me in matters of politics.
    â€˜How long is it since you saw her?’ Barak asked.
    â€˜Not since the spring. She granted me an audience at Whitehall to thank me for sorting out that tangled case about her Midland properties. Then she sent me her book of prayers last month. You remember, I showed you. Prayers and Meditations. ‘
    He pulled a face. ‘Gloomy stuff.’
    I smiled sadly. ‘Yes, it was. I had not realized how much sadness there was in her. She put in a personal note saying she hoped it would turn my mind to God.’
    â€˜She’d never put you in harm’s way. It’ll be another land case, you’ll see.’
    I smiled gratefully. Barak had known the underside of the political world from his earliest days, and I valued his reassurance.
    â€˜The Queen and Ellen Fettiplace in one day!’ he said jokingly. ‘You will have a