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Appraising his son’s haggard state, the duke of Norfolk shook his head disapprovingly.
“Just because you were advised to remain in these chambers, Edward, you needn’t look as though you’ve been sentenced to death.” He stalked angrily into the middle of the room and kicked a chair out of his way. “How do you expect anyone to think you innocent, when you yourself look as if you’ve been three days on the rack?”
Edward ignored his father’s disdainful attitude and got up from his chair to fill his cup. “I heard that the king has rejected our written plea.”
The duke’s eyes locked on Edward’s profile. “Who has been in here?”
Edward picked up the wine pitcher from the table and filled his cup to the top. “The honorable Robert Radcliffe, earl of Essex, your ever good friend, the Lord Great
