Heresy and rebellion everywhere I look. Is there no end to the treachery of those subjects who favour the new English church? I have to look over my shoulder everywhere I move, even in the parliament house or talking to members of the privy council. It is a cold day for this time of year, although sunshine occasionally breaks through. What am I to do with so few people I may truly trust? I may spend time with my ladies but not long. Their conversation is, for the most part, bright and chirpy and I am unable to join in. If I am listless, as I usually am, I may go to my presence chamber and sit there alone, secure in the knowledge that none will come in to disturb me. The latest treachery seems now to have been rumbling on for more than a year. I expect it has; I hardly know. Jane will seek
