CHAPTER TENSheena walked quickly towards Mary Stuart’s Apartments, hurrying as if every moment was precious and she had no time to spare.
She had been doing the same thing all day long. Hurrying, bustling and pretending that she was too engaged even to have time to greet the Courtiers she passed in the passages.
But in reality she was running away from herself, from her thoughts and from the feeling that sooner or later she had to analyse her own emotions and discover the truth.
She reached the young Queen’s Apartments and found that the antechamber was empty and the door into the salon ajar.
Through it she heard voices.
Mary Stuart’s, high, excited and musical and another voice, a man’s.
She paused, thinking that perhaps she was intruding and wondering whether she should knock and e
