A Court Affair. Emily Purdy

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Название A Court Affair
Автор произведения Emily Purdy
Жанр Историческая литература
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Издательство Историческая литература
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      A COURT

       AFFAIR

      EMILY PURDY

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       Carnal marriages begin in joy but end in sorrow.

      —Sir William Cecil commenting on the marriage of Robert Dudley and Amy Robsart

      Table of Contents

       Title Page

       Epigraph

       Amy Robsart Dudley and Queen Elizabeth I

       Prologue: Elizabeth

       1. Amy Robsart Dudley

       2. Amy Robsart Dudley

       3. Amy Robsart Dudley

       4. Amy Robsart Dudley

       5. Amy Robsart Dudley

       6. Amy Robsart Dudley

       7. Amy Robsart Dudley

       8. Amy Robsart Dudley

       9. Amy Robsart Dudley

       10. Amy Robsart Dudley

       11. Amy Robsart Dudley

       12. Amy Robsart Dudley

       13. Amy Robsart Dudley

       14. Amy Robsart Dudley

       15. Elizabeth

       16. Elizabeth

       17. Elizabeth

       18. Amy Robsart Dudley

       19. Amy Robsart Dudley

       20. Elizabeth

       21. Amy Robsart Dudley

       22. Elizabeth

       23. Amy Robsart Dudley

       24. Amy Robsart Dudley

       25. Amy Robsart Dudley

       26. Elizabeth

       27. Amy Robsart Dudley

       28. Amy Robsart Dudley

       29. Elizabeth

       30. Amy Robsart Dudley

       31. Elizabeth

       32. Amy Robsart Dudley

       33. Elizabeth

       34. Elizabeth

       Epilogue

       Postscript

       Further Reading

       A Reading Group Guide

       Discussion Questions

       By the same author

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

      Amy Robsart Dudley

      and

      Queen Elizabeth I

       I used to think of her. She used to think of me.

      PROLOGUE

      Elizabeth

       The Church of Our Lady in Oxford

       Sunday, September 22, 1560

      I told Kat to fetch a chair and be my dragon, to sit outside my bedchamber door and guard my lair after I was gone.

      “Let no man or woman cross my threshold and enter here. Say I have a black and red beast of a headache, and any who dare disturb my rest do so at their own peril,” I instructed as, one by one, the regal layers of pearl-and-jewel-encrusted, gold-embroidered, white-brocaded satin tumbled to the floor, followed by the cumbersome farthingale, stays as stiff as armour, rustling layers of starched petticoats, bejewelled ribbon garters, and the silk stockings Robert bought me, specially ordered from Spain by the score—twenty pairs at a time, in a typically extravagant gesture—and, lastly, like a bridal veil, a shift of cobweb lawn thin enough to read a book through if the light were good and the ink black enough.

      With all my court finery pooled around my naked feet, the jewels on my discarded gown seeming to float like ruby red and sapphire blue flowers upon a froth of rich cream, I stood straight and breathed deeply, stretching my arms high above my head. If Robert had seen me thus, he would no doubt have compared me to Aphrodite emerging newborn and naked from the surf. But I could not think about that now; I could not think about Robert. I took another deep breath before stepping out of the rich, luxurious fabric froth and trading