The Gowrie Conspiracy
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July 1660, Falkland Palace, Fife. After rescuing King James the Sixth from a runaway horse, Tam Eildor finds himself in favour. As the King's new object of affection Tam has become the target for jealous courtiers - and their attentions are seriously hampering his investigation into the murder of Margaret Agnew. Why was the Queen's midwife killed - was it a case of mistaken identity, is it related to secrets from James's past and could Tam's good friend Tansy be at risk? Dangerous forces are at work, forces that will lead the King to Gowrie House and to a mystery that remains unsolved today...
all indignation, all determination to make someone suffer for his indignity faded away from King James as he found himself staring down into the fine features and luminous dark eyes of his rescuer. Ludovick Stewart had also reached the scene, reined in alongside to find the king oblivious to anxious questions regarding his safety. James had fallen in love. Such a condition was not an unusual experience. It happened with alarming regularity over the years to the dismay of whoever occupied the
he could stay until the child was born, until she was free of this burden. Meanwhile she resolved that nothing – absolutely nothing – would make him available to James. Unless he could be used for bargaining purposes. To restore her children to her, perhaps? Chapter Ten And so it was with many tensions within the Palace that the queen’s Masque dawned. Blessed by the promise of a summer’s day with not a breath of wind under a canopy of sunshine and cloudless skies, all was in readiness to
processional route, some perched dangerously on lower branches of trees. Such was the stillness of that still hot evening that their flames did not even flutter. In the clearing around a flower-girt fish pond – the creation of an earlier king – white pillars entwined with blooms indicated an Arcadian temple, the setting for the enchanted glade. A royal trumpeter announced the arrival of children dressed as fauns and fairies, and looking every inch the part, which was more than could be said
quickly, ‘Ah yes, I remember. You lost a loved one very recently – it was, er –’ Frowning he looked hard towards the altar as though it might assert miraculous powers of supplying him with the deceased one’s name. And ignoring, or more likely not seeing, Tam’s shake of the head, he launched into an account of the many blessings awaiting the faithful in heaven. Dismayed to find himself the recipient of what indicated all the symptoms of developing into a long sermon, Tam interrupted, ‘Sir, you
breast, he said in a voice remarkably calm considering the dangerous situation, ‘Alexander, we were but a minor, when your grandfather the Earl of Gowrie was executed. We were guided by a faction who overruled us and the rest of our realm. What was done was done by the ordinary course of law.’ Alexander laughed mockingly at this as the king continued, ‘If you take our life, you shall not be King of Scotland for we have sons and daughters – ’ ‘It is neither your life nor your blood I want,’