I can’t believe all that has happened since last I wrote in my daybooke! I must begin at the beginning and try and keep it all straight in my head, because if ever there was a perfect new case for Her Majesty’s Lady Pursuivant, this is it! Shortly after I’d finished my last daybooke entry, Mrs. Champernowne caught me in the corridor. “I heard you had a quinsy, Lady Grace. I didn’t expect to see you today,” she said. “I must say, you don’t look very ill,” she observed suspiciously. “I’m feeling a bit better,” I said, trying to make my face go pale by concentrating. “Well, in that case,” Mrs. Champernowne said briskly, “I’d be grateful if you would run and find Lady Sarah for me.” So I did. Only I couldn’t find Sarah anywhere. I went all over Greenwich Palace—even in the stables and the mews—but there was no sign of her. Not in the Withdrawing Chamber, nor the Presence nor the Wardrobe nor the gardens nor the Long Gallery. No sign of Lady Sarah, and no sign of Olwen, either.
