Chapter 14December 24, 1605
“There, my lord, all done. My full account of the Gunpowder Plot.” I had sat beside the blazing hearth on my customary stool in my lord’s reception room with my writing slant on my lap, and now I crossed the chamber to present him with my account.
He took the work and set it carefully in a large wooden box on his desk, which he locked with a key. “In the new year, I will take it to His Majesty so we can discuss how to better protect him. But tell me, are you completely recovered from your sword fight?”
“Almost, my lord. The scar is still red, and it still hurts a little, but it was only a flesh wound, thank God.”
My lord looked me up and down with a smile. “I see you have a new suit of clothes. Leather, like William Cranmore, but in a different style this ti
