Chapter 10The next morning, I told Will about my encounter with the plotters the evening before. “Guy Fawkes will not allow you in. He is afraid that if the group grows larger, there is more chance of betrayal. That man is dangerous. He’ll kill me if he thinks my tongue is loose.”
A look I interpreted as concern passed over Will’s face. Was it possible he was worried about me? I dared not ask, and the look passed quickly as I refilled his tankard with fresh milk from the jug.
“I wonder why Mistress Hamnett thought to give us milk today.”
“I told her you preferred milk to beer,” Will said, but he did not look at me when he said it. Perhaps he did care after all.
“What does the day hold for you, Will?” I enquired, mindful of needing to be at the theatre at two o’clock. I had not had an o
