Legacy: The Acclaimed Novel of Elizabeth, England's Most Passionate Queen -- and the Three Men Who Loved Her

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The AcclAimed Novel of elizAbeTh,

eNglANd’s mosT PAssioNATe QueeN—

ANd The Three meN Who loved her

S U S A N K AY

Copyright © 2010 by Susan Kay

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reviews—without permission in writing from its publisher, Sourcebooks, Inc.

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious and used ficti-

tiously. Apart from well-known historical figures, any similarity to real persons,

living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

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Originally published in 1985 by Crown Publishers, Inc.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Kay, Susan.

Legacy : the acclaimed novel of Elizabeth, England’s most passionate queen—

and the three men who loved her / by Susan Kay.

p. cm.

Includes bibliographical references.

1. Elizabeth I, Queen of England, 1533-1603—Fiction. 2. Great Britain—

History—Elizabeth, 1558-1603—Fiction. 3. Queens—Great Britain—Fiction.

I. Title.

PR6061.A937L4 2010

823’.914—dc22

2009050701

Printed and bound in the United States of America.

VP 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

For my husband, who encouraged me

to complete this book

Contents

Acknowledgments . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ix

Author’s Note . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . xi

Prologue . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1

Part 1: The Girl
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
5

Part 2: The Woman
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
187

Part 3: The Queen
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
317

Part 4: The Goddess
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
445

Part 5: The Effigy
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
559

Epilogue . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 643

Bibliography . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 645

Reading Group Guide . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 647

About the Author . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 651

Acknowledgments

I
am indebted to mrs. Jane barton for her meticulous typing

of my manuscript.

Author’s Note

W
hen portraying characters and incidents based on recorded

historical facts I have tried to be as accurate as possible, with one

notable exception. Henry Ratcliffe and Thomas Ratcliffe, both Earls of

Sussex, were actually father and son; but, for the purposes of dramatic

cohesion, I have condensed the two into one character. Also, the reader

will find Edward Seymour introduced on his first appearance in the text

as the Earl of Hertford. This title did not actually become his until later in

the reign of Henry VIII. Several major characters were elevated following

Henry’s death and it seemed inappropriate to alter the elder Seymour’s

title twice within such a relatively short space of narrative.

Prologue

H
e was only a small rat, but bolder than most, with a

disproportionately long tail which curled behind him on the

stone floor, losing itself in the half-gloom of a solitary candle’s light.

The crumbs of bread and stale marchpane, which had first tempted him

out into danger, were long since finished. But still he sat there furtively,

listening to the rain which teemed down the rough glass windows and

drummed into the dirty moat outside the fortress. Black eyes, like polished

buttons, gleaming yet opaque, nose quivering with the pungent tang of

human scent, he sat and watched a shadowy prey. Young and female, it

would be sweet between his teeth if only he dared to bite. But he did not

dare, not yet; he was uncertain.

Once, in a darker, deeper cell than this, he had eaten away the entire

face of a young boy on death’s helpless threshold. It had been enough to

teach him that human flesh was better warm and void of decay; and now

that dangerous craving inched him forward against the warning note of

instinct. All his sharply defined senses told him that this victim was still

dangerously alert. And yet there was an utter immobility which lulled

him, drawing him ever closer in the faint, hungry hope that he might

have been mistaken.

She sat on a low stone window-seat, wrapped in a cloak against the

creeping cold and, like the solitary stone pillar that supported the roof,

she might have been carved in that pose out of stone. She sat staring out

of the window into the courtyard below, straining her eyes to see the

yawning cavern that was the Tower’s main gateway.

Susan Kay

The gate was her lodestone. Night and day it drew her to the stone-

hooded window, and there was a starkly simple reason for her obsession.

She had not entered beneath that archway and had even less hope of

leaving by it. Through Traitor’s Gate she had come to this “very narrow

place,” a grim fortress which had swallowed up so many lives—one of

them, her mother’s.

Her long legs were drawn up beneath her chin, and a crumpled sheet

of red-gold hair fell like a curtain over the arms which clasped them. She

was just twenty, and had been waiting here to die for so many days that

there had begun to be hours when she even forgot about it. Tonight

she was well beyond her native fear of consequences, past caring about a

tomorrow she had less hope of seeing than most.

Within the deeper shadows of the semi-circular room, there was a

movement and a sudden shriek which sent the little piece of vermin

fleeing through the stinking rushes for sanctuary.

“Hell’s teeth!” said a voice from the window-seat, strong and vibrant,

yet curiously soft. “What have you seen now, Markham?”

Isabella Markham drew her cloak more closely round her shoulders

and replied defensively. “A rat, madam. Close enough to have bitten

Your Grace.”

The girl laughed. “The only rats I fear walk on two legs.”

“Then you ought to fear them, madam,” insisted Markham severely.

“Father swears they carry the plague.”

“There are worse deaths,” said the girl, and was silent, thinking of one.

Markham snatched up the single candle and began to beat about in the

dark corners of the room with a poker. There was an agitated savagery

about her movements which suggested hysteria.

“When I find his hole I shall stop it up with rags. I won’t have you shut

up in this filthy God-forsaken place with that—that unspeakable creature.”

“For Christ’s sake, Markham, it’s only a
little
rat.” The girl’s voice was

still amused, but suggested a touch of impatience now. “We have them

bigger than that at Hampton Court and Greenwich.”

“It’s not his size that troubles me,” muttered Markham grimly. “It’s the

way he watched you. Madam, it was horrible—if you had seen him…”

“Oh, I’ve seen him, several times. Bold little devil, isn’t he? If he

survives the attention of your poker, I shall try my hand at taming him.”

Markham straightened up and looked round with the poker suspended

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in her hand. “Tame him?” she echoed, stupid with disbelief. “You can’t

tame a Tower rat—they’re flea-bitten and vicious.”

“So are most men!” The girl smiled and stretched her cramped

limbs. “Shall I tame one of them instead? They too make diverting

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