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Tudor.’
    Rollo decided it was time to speak. This dangerous nonsense could not be allowed to pass unchallenged, and he was the only lawyer in the room. He tried to speak as quietly and as rationally as Cecil but, despite the effort, he could hear the note of alarm in his own voice. ‘Elizabeth is illegitimate!’ he said. ‘Henry was never truly married to her mother. His divorce from his previous wife was disallowed by the Pope.’
    Swithin added: ‘Bastards cannot inherit property or titles – everyone knows that.’
    Rollo winced. Calling Elizabeth a bastard was unnecessary rudeness to her counsellor. Coarse manners were typical of Swithin, unfortunately. But it was rash, Rollo felt, to antagonize the self-possessed Cecil. The man might be out of favour, but still he had an air of quiet potency.
    Cecil overlooked the incivility. ‘The divorce was ratified by the English parliament,’ he said with polite insistence.
    Swithin said: ‘I hear she has Protestant leanings.’
    That was the heart of it, Rollo thought.
    Cecil smiled. ‘She has told me, many times, that if she should become queen, it is her dearest wish that no Englishman should lose his life for the sake of his beliefs.’
    Ned Willard spoke up. ‘That’s a good sign,’ he said. ‘No one wants to see more people burned at the stake.’
    That was typical of the Willards, Rollo thought: anything for a quiet life.
    Earl Swithin was equally irritated by the equivocation. ‘Catholic or Protestant?’ he said. ‘She must be one or the other.’
    ‘On the contrary,’ Cecil said, ‘her creed is tolerance.’
    Swithin was indignant. ‘Tolerance?’ he said scornfully. ‘Of heresy? Blasphemy? Godlessness?’
    Swithin’s outrage was justified, in Rollo’s opinion, but it was no substitute for legal argument. The Catholic Church had its own view on who should be the next ruler of England. ‘In the eyes of the world, the true heir to the throne is the other Mary, the queen of the Scots.’
    ‘Surely not,’ Cecil argued, clearly having expected this. ‘Mary Stuart is no more than the grand-niece of King Henry VIII, whereas Elizabeth Tudor is his daughter.’
    ‘His illegitimate daughter.’
    Ned Willard spoke again. ‘I saw Mary Stuart when I went to Paris,’ he said. ‘I didn’t talk to her, but I was in one of the outer rooms of the Louvre Palace when she passed through. She is tall and beautiful.’
    Rollo said impatiently: ‘What’s that got to do with anything?’
    Ned persisted. ‘She’s fifteen years old.’ He looked hard at Rollo. ‘The same age as your sister, Margery.’
    ‘That’s not the point—’
    Ned raised his voice to override the interruption. ‘Some people think a girl of fifteen is too young to choose a husband, let alone rule a country.’
    Rollo drew in his breath sharply, and his father gave a grunt of indignation. Cecil frowned, no doubt realizing that Ned’s statement had a special meaning hidden from an outsider.
    Ned added: ‘I was told that Mary speaks French and Scotch, but she has hardly any English.’
    Rollo said: ‘Such considerations have no weight in law.’
    Ned persisted. ‘But there’s worse. Mary is engaged to marry Prince Francis, the heir to the French throne. The English people dislike our present queen’s marriage to the King of Spain, and they will be even more hostile to a queen who marries the King of France.’
    Rollo said: ‘Such decisions are not made by the English people.’
    ‘All the same, where there is doubt there may be fighting, and then the people may pick up their scythes and their axes and make their opinions known.’
    Cecil put in: ‘And that’s exactly what I’m trying to prevent.’
    That was actually a threat, Rollo noted angrily; but before he could say so, Swithin spoke again. ‘What is this girl Elizabeth like, personally? I’ve never met her.’
    Rollo frowned in irritation at this diversion from the question of legitimacy, but Cecil answered willingly.