The old nursery playroom at Ravenscar was entirely panelled in dark wood. Except for the gaping hole made when George had fallen, it looked perfectly in order. But Cecily understood that part of the panelling might easily be fragile. After all, it was centuries old and some woods did rot with the passing of time.
Ravenscar had been built in the Elizabethan period, almost four hundred years ago, which was when a priest hole had been created behind a wall which adjoined the fireplace. During the early part of Elizabeth Tudor’s reign there had been religious persecution after the Catholic risings in the north, and many renowned Catholic families like the Deravenels had built priest holes in which to hide priests in the event of sudden surprise, such as the unexpected arrival of soldiers.
Bending down, Cecily felt the wood around the hole which George had made, and a few pieces instantly crumbled in her hand. It was a little fragile, and George, a sturdy boy, had obviously fallen hard against the panelling.
Stepping away from the damaged wall, she tried to recall where, all those years ago, her husband had hammered in the nails, and she was gratified when she had no trouble remembering. Six feet up from the baseboard, at the top of the second panel a couple of feet away from the fireplace…that was exactly where he had nailed the small door shut.
Taking a chair from around the circular table in the middle of the room, Cecily pulled it over to the fireplace wall. Tall and athletic, she was agile. Lifting her long black skirt, she climbed onto the chair, and reaching up she felt around for the nails. They weren’t there anymore, just as she had suspected. She could actually feel the little holes where the nails had been; they had been darkened over with varnish, or dark boot polish, and quite recently. There was no question in her mind that Richard had pulled them out, just as he had hammered them in place not very long after the first baby, Anne, came into the world.
Stepping cautiously off the chair, Cecily hurried to the fireplace and picked up the poker. Leaning forward, squinting in the bright firelight blazing up the chimney, focusing her eyes intently, she finally spotted the tiny metal lever set in the lower part of the brick fireback. It was hardly visible, covered in soot, and difficult to find even when someone knew exactly where to look for it, as she did.
Lifting the poker she brought it downward, struck the tiny lever, and instantly the panel, no longer nailed shut, slowly swung open, became a door.
After replacing the poker, Cecily went to the priest hole and manoeuvred herself inside through the small door. She was quite startled to find the space relatively clean. Obviously her husband had swept out the dust whenever it was that he had finally opened the priest hole for the first time in years.
Cecily’s main target was the chest; it took only a moment to locate the locked drawer, which she managed to pry open with a pair of scissors.
The drawer slid out easily, and she experienced a sense of satisfaction and a rush of hope. She had known full well that there would be something inside the locked drawer, something put there for safety by her husband, and indeed there was. It was a second black leather notebook. This one was slightly larger than the first which Richard had discovered; it had her husband’s initials embossed in gold in the bottom corner, and her hand trembled as she reached for it, opened it and began to read. Her excitement grew and grew as she stood there in front of the nursery fire, scanning the pages.
She did not read for long. She had read enough for the moment to know how important it was for Edward to have this. Hurrying downstairs, she went immediately to the small sitting room which adjoined her bedroom and seated herself at the desk.
Placing her hands across the top of the private diary, for that was what it was, she stared off into the distance, thinking. This book had to go to Edward as quickly as possible; how to get it there? She did not want to post it to him, fearing that it might get lost. She could send Jessup up to town with it. A sealed package was safe from prying eyes. Or perhaps she should take it herself? On the other hand, she didn’t want to leave her children here alone. She could take them with her, of course. What to do…what to do?
Golden Boy
Edward & Lily
‘Very tall of personage, exceeding the stature almost of all others, comely of visage, pleasant and broad breasted.’
Polydore Vergil
‘He had courage, determination and resourcefulness, which he used to his own advantage, and was pragmatic, generous, witty and ruthless when the occasion demanded it.’
Alison Weir
‘She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellow’d to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.’
Lord Byron
‘What to do? What to do?’ Lily murmured, staring at Vicky. ‘Please tell me what to do, because I really don’t know.’
Vicky Forth put down her coffee cup and sat back in the chair, contemplating her friend for a second or two, and then, shaking her head, she answered softly, ‘I don’t think there is anything you can do at the moment, my dear. You must let the matter rest, and just wait.’
‘That’s the hardest part, you know, waiting. Waiting for him to send a note by messenger, or put a letter in the post, or just arrive on my doorstep, as he so often does. This total silence all week is rather unusual, I must admit. I have to think he is still angry with me, perhaps he even wants to break it off?’
‘I doubt that. He’s much too much enamoured of you, Lily. I know he was a trifle put out with you last weekend; on the other hand, he seemed to calm down later. Also, there’s another thing. Edward doesn’t bear a grudge, he never has. Very simply, he’s just not made that way…it’s not part of his nature.’
‘If you say so then I must believe you, Vicky, and it cheers me up a little. This whole week without a word from him has been nerve-wracking, seemed like an eternity.’
‘And it would, since that’s all you’ve focused on, waiting for a word from Ned. I know for a fact he’s been busy. It was his first week at Deravenels, remember.’
‘Will told you he’s been busy with work? Is that what you’re saying?’
‘Absolutely. Will hasn’t seen him either. Seemingly, Ned has kept to himself. He dropped Will a note saying he was trying to work out the way the company runs, and that Will shouldn’t expect
