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It is 1568, three years since Ursula Blanchard exchanged her work as a spy in the service of her half sister, Queen Elizabeth, for the relative calm of married life. But when Elizabeth summons her, loyal Ursula senses there is more to her seemingly benign request than meets the eye. She is to pluck Penelope Mason, her inappropriately flirtatious protégé, from court and find the disgraced girl a husband, and she is also to deliver a secret warning to Elizabeth's arch rival, Mary, Queen of Scots. Gradually, Ursula ...
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It is 1568, three years since Ursula Blanchard exchanged her work as a spy in the service of her half sister, Queen Elizabeth, for the relative calm of married life. But when Elizabeth summons her, loyal Ursula senses there is more to her seemingly benign request than meets the eye. She is to pluck Penelope Mason, her inappropriately flirtatious protégé, from court and find the disgraced girl a husband, and she is also to deliver a secret warning to Elizabeth's arch rival, Mary, Queen of Scots. Gradually, Ursula comes to understand the true delicacy and danger of this mission. Exiled after the suspicious death of her husband, Mary is now a fugitive queen and a "guest" in northern England's daunting Bolton Castle. Ursula, with her blade-sharp acuity, can outsmart Mary's notorious charm and sidestep treasonous traps while extracting the truth. But can she protect those who look to her -- including young Penelope -- from a deadly game where, to those who hunger for power at all costs, murder is a small price to pay?
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Fiona Buckley's seventh Elizabethan mystery is another compelling blend of history and suspense. Over the years, Henry VIII's secret love child, Ursula Blanchard, has paid a high price for the honor of service to her queen. In addition to her duties as a Lady of the Presence Chamber, she has served as a royal spy, discovering and foiling plots against the throne. Embarking on her third marriage, Ursula hopes finally to retire from court and conspiracy alike, but fate soon has her bowing once again to political necessity. When her new protégé at court, Penelope Mason, proves a romantic embarrassment, Ursula is summoned to reprimand the young lady on her behavior and to escort the troublesome girl to a distant estate on the Yorkshire moors that is to be her dower property. What few but Ursula know is that her public errand to Yorkshire conceals a private errand for the queen: delivering a secret warning to Mary Stuart, the exiled Queen of Scots, who is imprisoned at nearby Bolton Castle. Dealing with an unscrupulous steward and a wayward ward are troublesome, but not unexpected, pitfalls of the journey. Heartless highwaymen and a traitorous plot soon add unexpected dangers to what should have been a simple assignment -- and put Ursula again in the midst of a potentially deadly battle royal. Sue Stone
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Smooth modern prose with only an occasional "strewth" for period flavor and an ingenious but easy-to-follow plot lift British author Buckley's seventh historical (after 2002's A Pawn for a Queen) to feature Ursula Blanchard, half-sister, confidant and agent of Queen Elizabeth I. In 1568, the queen summons Ursula to court ostensibly because Ursula's ward, Penelope Mason, has been paying too much attention to a married music master. Ursula travels with Penelope to the north of England to find a husband for her ward, but her real mission is to convey a very private verbal message directly to Mary Tudor, formerly Queen of Scots, who's held captive in isolated Bolton Castle. Ursula also seeks to learn what role Mary may have had in the recent mysterious death of her husband, Lord Darnley. Ursula suffers considerable pain, anxiety and concern for her own daughter in the process. Readers familiar with the mineral deposits in Yorkshire will have an advantage in solving one of her problems. Fans will be pleased to know that the author plans to write another seven books in this series notable for its thorough research and faithfulness to period. (Dec. 9) FYI: Buckley is the pseudonym of Valerie Anand, author of The Disputed Crown and other historical novels. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
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Queen Bee, meet wannabe. Initially, Mistress Ursula Stannard, née Blanchard (A Pawn for the Queen, 2002, etc.), is pleased for the chance to use her network at Elizabeth I's court for something other than spying. An acquaintance asks Ursula to find her daughter, Penelope Mason, a place at court with an eye toward matching her with an eligible Catholic husband. Although Protestant Elizabeth persecutes English Catholics, many of whom support Catholic Mary Stuart, Queen of Scotland, Ursula believes Penelope can find a suitable mate. Not long after Pen arrives at court, however, Ursula is summoned to find that Pen has fallen in love with a married man and is making an unsuitable spectacle of herself. When Ursula arrives, she realizes that the Queen is using Pen's misbehavior as an excuse to send Ursula on a mission. Elizabeth's favorite, Robert Dudley, has donated a small estate in Yorkshire for Pen's dowry. Not coincidentally, Queen Mary is under house arrest in a nearby castle. Elizabeth asks Ursula and her entourage to visit Pen's new estate and at the same time pass an important message to Mary. Naturally, both commissions turn out to be complicated and dangerous, and Ursula must use courage and guile to save her ward and herself as she serves her Queen. Through the eyes of Ursula, a woman both compassionate and ruthless, Buckley effectively dramatizes the tangled personal and political obligations of the Elizabethan court. A welcome seventh outing.
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Ann Prichard USA Today Buckley writes a learned historical mystery; Ursula, too, is a smart lass, one whose degrees must include a B.A. (for bedchamber assignations) and an M.S.W. (for mighty spirited wench).

Karen Robards The New York Times bestselling author of Whispers at Midnight and Beachcomber This is top-notch romantic suspense with a twist: a historical setting. The Fugitive Queen is thoroughly engrossing from the first page to the last.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781439139271
  • Publisher: Scribner
  • Publication date: 5/7/2013
  • Sold by: SIMON & SCHUSTER
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 288
  • Sales rank: 280,075
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

Fiona Buckley is the author of eight historical mystery novels featuring Ursula Blanchard: To Shield the Queen, The Doublet Affair, Queen's Ransom, To Ruin a Queen, Queen of Ambition, A Pawn for a Queen, The Fugitive Queen, and The Siren Queen. She lives in North Surrey, England.
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Fugitive Queen

An Ursula Blanchard Mystery at Queen Elizabeth I's Court
By Buckley, Fiona

Scribner

Buckley, Fiona
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ISBN: 074323751X


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Chapter One: A Dowry for a Wayward Maid

I married Hugh Stannard in 1565, the seventh year of Queen Elizabeth's reign. I was thirty-one, a little younger than the queen herself, and Hugh was more than twenty years my senior, but this suited me very well. I had had enough of passion. I had felt passion for both of my previous husbands and it had brought me more suffering than joy.

Well, it was true that my dear first husband, Gerald Blanchard, had given me my daughter, Meg, who was a blessing to me. But I had nearly lost my life in bearing her, and I had lost Gerald himself to smallpox while Meg was still small. Now my second husband, Matthew de la Roche, was dead of the plague and although I had been deep in love with him, we had never had any peace or lasting happiness together. I bore him a stillborn son whose birth brought me even nearer to the grave than Meg had, so that I learned to fear childbearing. And also, I was loyal to Queen Elizabeth of England while he had continually plotted against her on behalf of Mary Stuart, who was Queen of Scotland and in the eyes of ardent Catholics such as Matthew should have been Queen of England, too.

If I were tired of passion, I was even more tired of conspiracy. For many years I had served Elizabeth as a Lady of the Presence Chamber but I had been more than that. I had also worked for her as a spy, seeking out plots against her. For a while, I found the excitement exhilarating. It had called to me in a voice like the cry of the wild geese, winging across the sky. When I heard the geese something in me always longed to bound up into the air and follow them. In the same way, I had responded to the summons of adventure.

But my work divided me from Matthew and willy-nilly, it caused me to send men to their deaths. It put me in mortal danger too, once or twice. I continually worried and frightened my two good servants, Fran Dale, my tirewoman, and Roger Brockley, my steward; I more than once risked leaving Meg alone without either mother or father, and when my adventuring finally brought me perilously close to being forced into a disastrous third marriage, I knew I had had enough.

In Hugh Stannard, I found a refuge from conflict combined with freedom from the perils of childbirth. He was a widower and hadn't spent his widowhood like a monk, which meant that he had had every chance of siring children yet he had never succeeded in doing so. With him, I could be fairly sure that I would not have to face pregnancy again. He was also a decent, honest man, interested in chess and gardens, an uncomplicated Protestant, and a trustworthy subject of the queen. Life as Hugh's wife might be dull, I thought, but it would be quiet. I was glad to settle for that. I could do without excitement. I could even do without happiness, as long as I could have some peace.

I hoped that we would make a good partnership. I would retire from court and conspiracy alike. Hugh and I would live together in amity, dividing our time between our two homes, my Withysham in Sussex and his Hawkswood in Surrey. I would educate my daughter, cultivate my herb garden, enjoy the society of my recently acquired woman companion Sybil Jester; let Fran and Roger enjoy each other's society, too. They were married, though Fran was still usually known as Dale, out of habit.

And so, in businesslike fashion, I ceased to be Ursula Blanchard, and became instead Mistress Hugh Stannard and if, for a while, I secretly grieved for Matthew, and cried in private because I had not been with him to comfort him at the end as once I had comforted Gerald, I only did so when I was alone.

And time erodes sorrow. Presently, my private fits of weeping ceased. Then I found that I had entered into more happiness than I would ever have believed possible. Hugh's lovemaking, if not frequent, was perfectly satisfactory, and his temperament was a pleasing mixture of the competent and the generous. He took a kindly interest in Meg and it was Hugh who achieved what I had not, and found a tutor, Dr. Lambert, who could teach her Greek as well as Latin. I was especially pleased, as I wished to study Greek and to improve my own Latin. Then, in the third year of our marriage, he was perfectly ready to welcome Penelope Mason, the daughter of my former acquaintance Ann Mason, into our home.

This pleased me, too. Years ago, I had uncovered a conspiracy that was brewing in the Mason household although the Masons themselves were not involved. It was an unpleasant business, though, and keeping up any kind of friendship with the family seemed impossible afterward. Ann Mason's letter delighted me.

I was less delighted however when, after Pen had been with us for a month and I was exchanging messages with the court, prior to taking her there, Hugh observed that romantically speaking, she was susceptible. "You should urge the matter of her court appointment on," he said to me, "and get her away from here. I think she's falling for the tutor."

"For Lambert?" I said in astonishment. Dr. Henry Lambert was about Hugh's own age and his hair was already completely silver. "He's too old to interest a young girl, surely!" I said.

"Don't you believe it," said Hugh. "He's a fine-looking man, and since Pen is studying Greek with you and Meg, she sees him every day. It won't do. Even if he were younger, it wouldn't do. He has no property beyond a cottage in the town of Guildford. And he's Protestant. Her mother wouldn't like that." Hugh had Catholic relatives and was tolerant of their creed. "Get her to court and under the eye of the queen, fast."

I did as he said. My happiness with Hugh was based as much as anything on his reliability. He was a clearheaded man and I trusted his judgment. It wasn't Hugh's fault that Pen's sojourn at court was less than successful. I certainly didn't blame him for that.

In all our life together, Hugh and I only quarreled once and that was for the most improbable of reasons.


Pen had only been at court for two months, when the letter came from Sir William Cecil to tell us that, having been removed from Dr. Lambert the tutor, she had now fallen in love with Master Rowan the interpreter and was causing embarrassment and would we come to court - now at Richmond - to deal with her.

"Oh, really!" grumbled Hugh. "And riding makes all my joints ache. I don't want to travel to Richmond. It's all of twenty-five miles. Why can't this Master Rowan fend her off without our help?"

I wondered, too. Among them - Master Rowan, Queen Elizabeth, Sir William Cecil, and the mistress in charge of the Maids of Honor - they really should have been able to call Pen to order. However, a summons from Cecil could not be ignored. Dutifully, we set out for Richmond Palace.

I had always liked Richmond. Of all Elizabeth's homes, it seemed to me the most charming, with its gardens and wind chimes, its delicately designed towers and its gracious rooms, so many of which looked out on the Thames. On days like this, when the sun was out and the gardens were full of scent and color, and the Thames sparkled under a mild breeze, it was at its most beguiling. I would have enjoyed this visit, my first in years, if only we hadn't had to cope with Pen.

Cecil had arranged lodgings in the palace for us and Pen was sent to us there. She stood miserably in front of us, and Hugh and I, enthroned side by side on a broad window seat, probably looked and sounded like a pair of judges as we took her to task over her behavior.

Penelope obviously felt both frightened and embarrassed. First of all she turned very red and indignantly denied the charge. Confronted by the evidence in the form of Cecil's letter to me and also the sonnet in her handwriting (it was technically rather good, as a matter of fact; Pen was a clever girl), she did the only thing left for her to do and burst into tears. Hugh, without speaking and with a most unsympathetic expression on his face, took a napkin from his sleeve and handed it to her.

Gazing at her as she snuffled into the napkin, I sighed. It is no light responsibility, taking charge of someone else's daughter.

As her mother had said, Pen was not a beauty. To be truthful, she was almost plain. Her forehead bulged too much and her chin was too square. Her hair, demurely folded into waves under a white cap with silver embroidery, was no more than mousey. Her best features were her dark gray eyes, which were beautifully set, and her complexion, which when not swollen with tears, was clear and pale. She held herself well, too, had good taste in dress, and she was intelligent, as that confounded sonnet demonstrated. I was sorry for her now but I hardened my heart. Pen was not going to spoil her reputation through girlish inexperience, or waste herself on the wrong man if I could save her, and I meant to do that for her sake as well as to please her mother.

"Dry your eyes," I said firmly. "And listen. You have fallen in love - well, it happens. Few of us, though, marry our first loves and most of us realize later what a good thing that is..."

"You married your first love," said Pen mutinously.

"And what would you know about that?" Hugh inquired. Soberly clad in a dark formal gown, his blue eyes icy with annoyance, my husband looked particularly judgmental. He also looked tired, I thought. We had taken two days over the ride from Hawkswood and his mare was an ambler, thus providing a very smooth and easy pace, but the rheumatic pains in his joints had troubled him badly. It gave me an extra reason to be angry with Pen.

"I heard about it when I was with you at Hawkswood," she said in a resentful voice. "Dale told me. You ran off with your cousin Mary's betrothed. You pleased yourself. Why can't I?"

"That is enough. You will not address either of us in this pert fashion," said Hugh.

"I should say," I observed, thinking that Dale had talked too much and that I would have to raise the matter with her, "that my circumstances and yours, Pen, are not the same. I was not living as a welcome guest with my aunt and uncle, as you were at Hawkswood with us, but was there on sufferance - a poor relation with questionable origins. No one was going to arrange a marriage for me. I had to make a future for myself."

"There's no need to justify yourself, my dear," said Hugh.

"One moment," I said. "I've a reason for talking like this. Pen, I ran away with Gerald Blanchard, but he was a suitable choice for me and he cared for me as I did for him. It was mutual. Master Rowan, on the other hand, is married already, with a family of children. He has no interest in you. You have been annoying him." I rapped the last two sentences out with deliberate brutality and Hugh, on the point of intervening again, raised his eyebrows and didn't.

"We noticed at Hawkswood," I said, "that you were gazing after Dr. Lambert, too. It is clear that you need to be watched. We understand that the queen has released you from your duties for the time being and returned you to our charge. For the moment, you will remain here in our rooms. I will send Dale to bear you company though not to gossip with you. Master Stannard and I are to have an audience with the queen, in which your future will be further discussed, I daresay."

"Oh no!" It came out in a wail. "It's not...you're not going to tell the queen!"

"My dear girl," said Hugh impatiently, "she already knows. Mistress Stannard has just told you that she has released you to our care and your deplorable behavior is the reason why. I suspect that most of the court knows! It's hard to keep any kind of secret here and maybe it's time you began to understand that."

Dale was waiting in an outer room. Sybil Jester was not with her, having remained at Hawkswood to look after Meg, who was too young as yet for court. On returning to Dale, I eyed her severely. "You're to go in and keep an eye on Pen. You'd better both settle to some embroidery until we come back. And, Dale..."

"Yes, ma'am?" said Dale, scanning my face with her large, light blue eyes and realizing that in some way or other, she must have offended.

"In future," I said, "will you please not gossip to Pen about me! It seems that you told her how my first marriage arose. It's given her some very wrong ideas about the kind of behavior I will overlook!"

"Oh, ma'am! I'm sorry! I never expected...I didn't mean to gossip; I can't abide tittle-tattle. Only, nearly everyone that knows you knows about you and Master Blanchard and..."

"I know." I melted and smiled at her. I sometimes had to take Dale to task but I was at heart very fond of her and she of me. "It's just that Pen is so young. Be careful what you say to her, that's all. Only improving conversation, if you please!"

"Have a competition to see how many psalms each of you knows by heart," said Hugh, his normal sense of humor reasserting itself. "Meanwhile, we must attend upon Her Majesty."


"You almost frighten me sometimes," Hugh said as, having found a page to guide us, we made our way through the palace toward Elizabeth's apartments. "I thought for a moment that you were going to be too soft with Penelope. And then you descend on her like a stooping falcon. Master Rowan has no interest in you. You've been annoying him. It was more effective than if you'd thrown cold water over her. It will do her good, as of course you knew. But how you take me aback at times! You are so gentle, so compliant at home, that sometimes I forget what you've seen and done in your life - and what depths you have, and what skills."

"I didn't like doing it," I said somberly. "It was necessary, that's all. I used shock tactics because I thought they might succeed, and I did it because I'm very annoyed with her - but also worried about her. We're about to face the queen and I daresay she'll tell us that our ward is in disgrace and must be removed."

"Elizabeth is fond of you. She owes you much."

"She won't like this," I said.

The walk to Elizabeth's rooms took us through the lively bustle that pervaded all her palaces. Elizabeth was a human magnet who drew people to her. The wide passages and lofty galleries, the tapestried anterooms and winding staircases of Richmond were crowded. Page boys and servants hurried hither and thither and the Lord Steward's chief officials, carrying white staves as symbols of office, went hither and thither as well, in more measured fashion, transmitting orders and inspecting the work of underlings, ready at any moment to pounce on the page boy overheard being less than respectful or the maidservant caught dusting too carelessly, spilling the goblets on her tray, or getting out of her betters' path too slowly.

And, of course, there were the courtiers: queen's ladies and council members; the ever-present but ever-changing group of foreign emissaries (all moving as often as not in a cloud of their own clerks, secretaries, or interpreters such as Master Rowan); and numerous hopeful young men who had come to court to make their careers.

Continues...


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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 1, 2013

    Still love this series!

    Ursula goes on what should be a simple errand into Yorkshire, and, of course, gets mixed up in plots, theft, murder and revenge. She definitely has an exciting life.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 16, 2007

    AWSOME!!!!!

    I love this book and the whole series. I have the whole set and have read them all, and so far I can't finnd anything that can bet it. the set are my favorit books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 6, 2003

    Great historical mystery

    It¿s been three years since Ursula Blanchard married Hugh Stannard, but in spite of his being twenty years her senior, it has been a peaceful time for the baseborn sister of Queen Elizabeth I. When Hugh and Ursula are summoned to court to collect her wayward wad, the queen and sir Cecil have a job for the former spy to perform.<P> Mary, Queen of Scotts, has escaped her Scottish prison and sought refuge in England. She is now half guest and half prisoner and the Scottish regent is seeking an inquiry into whether Mary is guilty of murdering her husband. The queen and her accuser want Ursula to find out the truth of the matter and offer Ursula¿s ward a dowry with an estate that is next door to where Mary is being held. After much trouble, they finally arrive at the Yorkshire estate of Tyesdale where Ursula becomes embroiled in a plot to free Mary when her supporters kidnap her ward.<P> Although Ursula has been content in the three years away from court and playing spy for her half-sister, she feels her blood stir as she once again becomes involved in politics and intrigue. She is an independent clever woman in an age when females were supposed to be weak and submissive. Readers will admire her strengths and her love for her child but they will care for the woman who lives life on her own terms.<P> Harriet Klausner

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