‘He has a man there. Did you hear?’ she asked. ‘I had heard that he suffered an embarrassment,’ Jacquot said. He leaned back on his stool and eyed the room behind her. ‘You think I have brought the King’s men with me? That I want to see you dead?’ He kept his eyes on the men in the room. ‘I have no idea.’ ‘Jacquot, I want to see you in the King’s place. And I can help you take it.’ ‘Oh, really,’ he said. ‘I’ve already begun the process,’ she said, and smiled. Jacquot looked at her, and slowly an answering smile spread over his own features. He understood her now. And trusted her not at all. Bishop’s chamber, Louvre Simon pulled the door open and almost pushed the Bishop of Exeter inside. The Bishop turned to protest. ‘Master Puttock, what are you doing?’ Simon ignored him, but spoke directly to Sir Richard, who sat back on a seat, his hands comfortably behind his head, his feet on a stool before him.
