At once the smile left her, and her face grew harder. I suppose he turns out copies of the Bible to mislead people who cannot begin to understand it, she said crossly.
My gaze slid to Robert Dudley, who had bought one of my fathers Bibles newly translated into English.
In the Latin only, he said smoothly. A very pure translation, Lady Mary, and with very few errors. I daresay Hannah will bring you one, if you would like.
My father would be honored, I said.
She nodded. And you are my brothers holy fool, she said. Dyou have any words of wisdom for me?
I shook my head helplessly. I wish I could see at will, Your Grace. I am much less wise than you, I should think.
She told my tutor John Dee that she could see an angel walking with us, Robert put in.
The Lady Mary looked at me with more respect.
But then she told my father that she saw no angels behind him.
Her face at once creased into laughter. No! Did she? And what said your father? Was he sorry not to have an angel at his side?
I dont think he was very surprised, Robert said, smiling too. But this is a good little maid, and I think she does have a true gift. She has been a great comfort to your brother in his illness. She has a gift of seeing the truth and speaking true, and he likes that.
That alone is a rare gift to find at court, the Lady Mary said. She nodded kindly to me and I stepped back and the music started up again. I kept my eye on Robert Dudley as he led out one young lady and then another to dance before the Lady Mary, and I was rewarded when after some minutes he glanced over to me and gave me a hidden approving smile.
The Lady Mary did not see the king that night but the chambermaids gossip was that when she went into his room the next day she came out again, white as a winding sheet. She had not known till then that her little brother was so near to his death.
After that, there was no reason for her to stay. She rode out as she had come, with a great retinue following behind, and all the court bowing as low as they could reach, to indicate their newfound loyalty; half of them praying silently that, when the young king died and she came to the throne, she would be blessed with forgetfulness and overlook the priests they had burned at the stake, and the churches they had despoiled.
I was watching this charade of humility from one of the palace windows when I felt a gentle touch on my sleeve. I turned, and there was Lord Robert, smiling down at me.
My lord, I thought you would be with your father, saying good-bye to the Lady Mary.
No, I came to find you.
For me?
To ask you if you would do me a service?
I felt my color rise to my cheeks. Anything I stammered.
He smiled. Just one small thing. Would you come with me to my tutors rooms, and see if you can assist him in one of his experiments?
I nodded and Lord Robert took my hand and, drawing it into the crook of his arm, led me to the Northumberland private quarters. The great doors were guarded by Northumberland men, and as soon as they saw the favored son of the house they snapped to attention and swung the double doors open. The great hall beyond was deserted, the retainers and the Northumberland court were in the Whitehall garden demonstrating their immense respect to the departing Lady Mary. Lord Robert led me up the grand stairs, through a gallery, to his own rooms. John Dee was seated in the library overlooking an inner garden.
He raised his head as we came into the room. Ah, Hannah Verde.
It was so odd for me to hear my real name, given in full, that for a moment I did not respond, and then I dipped a little bow. Yes, sir.
She says she will help. But I have not told her what you want, Lord Robert said.
Mr. Dee rose from the table. I have a special mirror, he said. I think it possible that, one with special sight might see rays of light that are not visible to the ordinary eye, dyou understand?
I did not.
Just as we cannot see a sound or a scent, but we know that something is there, I think it possible that the planets and the angels send out rays of light, which we might see if we had the right glass to see them in.
Oh, I said blankly.
The tutor broke off with a smile. No matter. You need not understand me. I was only thinking that since you saw the angel Uriel that day, you might see such rays in this mirror.
I dont mind looking, if Lord Robert wishes it, I volunteered.
He nodded. I have it ready. Come in. He led the way to an inner chamber. The window was shielded by a thick curtain, all the cold winter light blocked out. A square table was placed before it, the four legs standing on four wax seals. On top of the table was an extraordinary mirror of great beauty, a gold-wrought frame, a beveled rim, and a golden sheen on the silvering. I stepped up to it and saw myself, reflected in gold, looking not like the boy-girl I was, but like a young woman. For a moment I thought I saw my mother looking back at me, her lovely smile and that gesture when she turned her head. Oh! I exclaimed.
Dyou see anything? Dee asked. I could hear the excitement in his voice.
I thought I saw my mother, I whispered.
He paused for a moment. Can you hear her? he asked, his voice shaking.
I waited for a moment, longing with all my heart that she would come to me. But it was only my own face that looked back at me, my eyes enlarged and darkened by unshed tears.
Shes not here, I said sadly. I would give anything to hear her voice, but I cannot. She has gone from me. I just thought that I saw her for a moment; but it is my own face in the mirror.
Shes not here, I said sadly. I would give anything to hear her voice, but I cannot. She has gone from me. I just thought that I saw her for a moment; but it is my own face in the mirror.
I want you to close your eyes, he said, and listen carefully to the prayer that I am going to read. When you say amen you can open your eyes again and tell me what you see. Are you ready?
I closed my eyes and I could hear him softly blowing out the few candles illuminating the shadowy room. Behind me I was conscious of Lord Robert sitting quietly on a wooden chair. I wanted only to please him. I am ready, I whispered.
It was a long prayer in Latin, I understood it despite Mr. Dees English pronunciation of the words. It was a prayer for guidance and for the angels to come and protect the work we would do. I whispered amen and then I opened my eyes.
The candles were all out. The mirror was a pool of darkness, black reflected in black, I could see nothing.
Show us when the king will die, Mr. Dee whispered from behind me.
I watched, waiting for something to happen, my eyes staring into the blackness.
Nothing.
The day of the kings death, Dee whispered again.
In truth, I could see nothing. I waited. Nothing came to me. How could it? I was not some sibyl on a Greek hillside, I was not some saint to whom mysteries were revealed. I stared into the darkness until my eyes grew hot and dry and I knew that far from being a holy fool I was a fool pure and simple, looking at nothing, at a reflection of nothing, while the greatest mind in the kingdom waited for my answer.
I had to say something. There was no going back and telling them that the Sight came to me so seldom and so unheralded that they would have done better to leave me leaning against the wall of my fathers shop. They knew who I was, they had promised me sanctuary from danger. They had bought me and now they expected some benefit for their bargain. I had to say something.
July, I said quietly, as good a reply as any.
Which year? Mr. Dee prompted me, his voice silky and quiet.
Common sense alone suggested that the young king could not live much longer. This year, I said unwillingly.
The day?
The sixth, I whispered in reply, and I heard the scratch of Lord Roberts pen as he recorded my mountebank prophecy.
Tell the name of the next ruler of England, Mr. Dee whispered.
I was about to reply Queen Mary, echoing his own tranced tone. Jane, I said simply, surprising myself.
I turned to Lord Robert. I dont know why I said that. I am most sorry, my lord. I dont know
John Dee quickly grasped my jaw, and turned my head back to the mirror. Dont talk! he ordered. Just tell us what you see.
I see nothing, I said helplessly. I am sorry, I am sorry, my lord. I am sorry, I cant see anything.
The king who comes after Jane, he urged me. Look, Hannah. Tell me what you see. Does Jane have a son?
I would have said yes but my tongue would not move in my dry mouth. I cannot see, I said humbly. Truly, I cannot see.
A closing prayer, Mr. Dee said, holding me in my chair by a firm grip on my shoulders. He prayed again in Latin that the work should be blessed, that the visions should be true, and that no one in this world nor in any other should be harmed by our scrying.
Amen, I said, more fervently now that I knew this was dangerous work, perhaps even treasonous work.
I felt Lord Robert rise to leave the room and I pulled away from Mr. Dee and ran after him.
Was it what you wanted? I demanded.
Did you tell me what you thought I wanted to hear?
No! I spoke as it came to me. That was true of the sudden word Jane, I thought.
He looked sharply at me. Do you promise? Mistress Boy, you are no use to John Dee nor to me if you choose your words to please me. The only way you can please me is by seeing true and saying true.
I am! I did! My anxiety to please him and my fear of the mirror were together too much for me and I gave a little sob. I did, my lord.
His face did not soften. Swear?
Yes.
He rested a hand on my shoulder. My head throbbed so much that I longed to lean my cheek against the coolness of his sleeve but I thought I should not. I stood stock-still like the boy he called me, to face his scrutiny.
Then you have done very well for me, he said. That was what I wanted.
Mr. Dee came out of the inner chamber, his face alight. She has the Sight, he said. She has it indeed.
Lord Robert looked at his tutor. Will this make a great difference to your work?
The older man shrugged. Who knows? We are all children in darkness. But she has the Sight. He paused, and then turned to me. Hannah Verde, I must tell you one thing.