Desperate for more information, he spent the rest of the evening at the Banqueting House, eavesdropping on anyone who frequented the Dowager’s home. But he heard nothing useful and, frustrated and tired, he took his leave when the clocks chimed nine. It was time to go to Chapel House and hunt for buried treasure – he had been trained to locate things that had been hidden, and was confident that he would be better at it than Phillippes, Kaltoff or the Dowager. He met the Queen near the door. ‘My guards have disappeared,’ she said in Portuguese. ‘Will you escort me home?’ Chaloner nodded, so she indicated he was to fall into step at her side. Hannah followed, but the other ladies-in-waiting were enjoying themselves far too much for such an early night, and were nowhere to be seen. ‘Have you made use of that information I gave you?’ the Queen whispered, taking his arm for balance when they reached the cobbled courtyard. ‘The business about fireworks on the Bridge?’ ‘We should not discuss it, ma’am.
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