To Ruin A Queen: An Ursula Blanchard Mystery At Queen Elizabeth I's Court - Plot & Excerpts
She began to kick me with them and I woke. I knew at once, from the absence of the smell, that Gladys had gone. The windows were brilliant streaks of light and the storm had passed. Gladys’s fleece and blanket lay empty and I could see no sign of her anywhere. “Brockley.” I shook him. “Wake up. Gladys has disappeared.” “What?” Brockley sat up, tousled and sleepy. He stared around him. “She’ll have gone up to the next floor to look round, I daresay, or to find a privy. I suppose they had privies in the days when they built this place? Wouldn’t be a bad idea if we all went and had a look. But we’ve got to make sure no one sees us from outside. We’re trapped here for the day, remember.” “I could hardly forget,” I said grimly. We woke Dale up and got her onto her feet. Then we rolled up our bedding and put it in a shadowy corner, and set off to climb through the several floors of the tower, in search of Gladys and a privy. It was a hard climb, for the spiral stair was not only steep but narrow, with uneven steps.
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