*Tobias, it is not as it appears,' Grace began, but jealousy seemed to consume the other man. He ran towards them.

Will drew his own blade and parried the younger man's wild thrust. *Sheathe your weapon. You are acting like some wounded child,' he snapped, adding, baffled, *Why do you behave in this manner?'

That merely drove Strangewayes to greater rage. *You know Grace keeps a flame for you in her heart and you trifle with her affections to swell the head of the great Will Swyfte. Do you care for no one but yourself?'

*Curb your tongue. You will regret this outburst.'

*England's greatest spy,' Strangewayes sneered. *What a confection that is. You are a wastrel and your time is done. I am the future.' He thrust again, with more care this time. Will deflected the attack once again. The other spy had some skill, Will saw, but it was still raw. Given time he would be as great as he imagined himself to be now.

*Tobias, if you love me as you say you do, end this,' Grace demanded angrily. *You are mistaken in your suspicions.'

But Will saw that Strangewayes' hurt pride would not let him back down. In a flash, he clashed rapiers, spinning the other man off-balance, and then cuffed him on the right ear. Strangewayes crashed against the wall, dazed. *Your heart is in the right place, if your head is not,' Will said. *I am glad you love Grace enough to risk your neck, but this is a futile display. Everything we have fought for now hangs by a thread and I do not have the time to knock sense into you. If you continue to fight, I will run you through and leave you here to die, though Grace hate me for evermore. Do you understand?'

Strangewayes glared, but the defiance had been knocked out of him. Will turned back to Grace and took her hand. *Fare you well, Grace. I hope we will see each other again.' Tears sprang to her eyes.

*Tell her,' Strangewayes pleaded when he saw her sadness. *Tell her what we face.'

*Silence,' Will snapped, allowing the threat to surface in his eyes.

*She deserves to know the truth. No stories for children. No false comforts. Tell her, so she can put her thoughts in order if we do not return-'

*I said silence.' Will flicked the tip of his rapier to Strangewayes' throat. *You are young. You have only just learned the secret knowledge that we share, the knowledge that can destroy good-minded people.'

*I have considered this matter greatly while at prayer. Grace is strong enough.'

Will dug the tip of the blade deeper, raising a bubble of blood. *You think you are doing her a kindness, but it is only cruelty. I say one final time, silence.'

*Very well. But now it is my turn to say goodbye.'

Will watched the other man's face. He wondered briefly if it wouldn't be simpler to kill him there and then, but then Grace took his wrist and gently eased his sword away. *He will not tell me your secrets, dear Will,' she murmured. *I will not allow him to.'

Will held her gaze for a long moment. He felt a deep affection, and only wanted her to be happy. He thought that perhaps she understood. Putting up his sword, he walked away without another word. In the shadows at the end of the corridor, he glanced back. Strangewayes held her in an embrace, whispering in her ear. He was not the man Will would have chosen for her, but he loved her, and at that moment, that seemed enough.

Back at the jetty, Carpenter and Launceston argued, pacing around each other like dogs preparing to fight. They grew silent when they saw Will and clambered into the wherry, where a lantern glowed on a pole in the prow. Carpenter eyed the water with unease. The Earl hummed tunelessly as he selected an oar. A moment later, Strangewayes joined them in sullen silence, flashing one unguarded look at Will as he found a place beneath the lantern. He pulled the hood of his cloak up and kept his head down.

*Take us out into the current,' Will said, *but have a care as we ride the fast water at the bridge. A dip will bring more than a chill to our bones.'

*Do you lie awake at night searching for increasingly elaborate ways to kill us?' Carpenter grumbled, undoing the rope tied to the quayside ring. He grasped another oar and pushed the wherry out into the flow.

*My intention is to keep your days interesting, John.' Will crouched in the bottom of the wherry and peered into the dark water.

The bank faded into the fog. As the grey enveloped them, the lapping of the river grew m.u.f.fled and distorted. Will c.o.c.ked his head and looked around, but he could neither see nor hear any sign of the greatest city in Europe. They could have been alone in all England, drifting through a wilderness.

Carpenter and Launceston heaved slow, measured strokes, each man watching the point where his blade dipped into the river as if he expected the oar to be torn from his grasp.

When they had moved downstream in silence for a few moments, Strangewayes wrenched to one side and pointed. *There!'

Will felt an eddy that rocked the wherry.

*'Twas the length of a seal at least,' Strangewayes said with unease. *Perhaps larger still. I saw grey skin just break the surface.'

*There too.' Launceston pointed on the other side of the boat. *It swims fast, to circle us so quickly.'

*No,' Will said, looking around. *Not one. Many. See.'

In the circle of lantern-light round the prow, they saw repeated rapid movement at the surface. The wherry rocked more vigorously. All around, the sound of splashing echoed.

*They are like salmon at sp.a.w.n,' Carpenter said. *Have we disturbed them in our pa.s.sing?'

*Not fish,' Strangewayes whispered, leaning back.

Will moved to the prow and leaned over the edge. Grey shapes flashed past, arching their bodies and rolling near the surface before diving down. He fixed his gaze until one pa.s.sed in front of him. He saw a face that was human in shape, though longer and thinner than most men's, with hollow cheeks and huge, lidless eyes. Straggly hair, like seaweed, streamed down from the top of the skull-like head. Yet it was the mouth that burned in Will's mind: lipless, with two rows of needle-sharp teeth forming a permanent grimace.

Sharp enough to tear off a man's hand, he thought.

The skin was pale, merging into mottled grey. And as the unearthly creature darted from view, he caught a glimpse of an eel-like lower body ending in fins.

*Neither man nor fish, but both,' he said in a cheery tone that belied his unease. *Row a little harder, lads.' He still could not guess what the Unseelie Court hoped to achieve with these creatures. Although they buffeted the wherry as they swam past, they made no attempt to overturn the boat.

*In the taverns around Tilbury, seamen tell of such things swimming in northern waters. It is considered a bad omen to see one,' Launceston informed the others.

*It is a worse omen to see one if you are in the water,' Carpenter muttered.

They fell silent, watching the churning river. Will began to count the number of times the creatures broke the surface, but soon gave up. And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the disturbance in the water ended and the Thames was quiet again. Carpenter and Launceston bent to the oars vigorously. The wherry forged on.

When the current grew stronger as they neared London Bridge, Strangewayes shivered and said, *Has winter come early?'

Will knew what the younger spy meant. The air had become distinctly colder. His breath misted. He peered out across the water, puzzled, and thought he glimpsed something that troubled him. Strangewayes pa.s.sed him the lantern and he stood in the stern and held it high. The light glinted off the river. Now he understood the purpose of the swimming creatures and why the sailor and Cecil's guard had seen their flesh turn to ice.

*Row faster,' he called with urgency. *Ride the fastest current under the bridge, never mind the danger. Our time is running out.'

The Thames was freezing.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN.

ICE GLITTERED AROUND the stone pillars rising from the river. In the growing cold, the fog was thinning. The narrow arch of the bridge supporting its jumble of merchants' houses and shops began to appear out of the grey. The night was filled with the thunderous rush of water between the supports as Launceston and Carpenter heaved on the oars to guide the wherry to the centre of the flow. Will watched their labours, shouting encouragement or guidance when they drifted too far to one side or the other. He had seen more than one vessel dashed to pieces on the bridge pillars. Most watermen would not risk the turbulent currents and dropped their pa.s.sengers short of the bustling bridge to walk to where they could hail another boat on the other side. The spies did not have that luxury, and now the risk was even greater. The briefest dip in the water would see them torn to pieces by the creatures that swam there, just out of sight.

Despite the chill, sweat glistened on Carpenter's forehead. His long hair flicked back with each jerk of his shoulders, revealing the pink scarring along the left side of his face.

*Heave to the right!' Will yelled as he watched the wherry swirl towards the nearest pillar.

His face impa.s.sive, Launceston pulled on his oar. The boat continued to swing in the violent current. As the vessel swept into the dark beneath the bridge, Will inhaled a blast of dank air. The lantern-light flared up the stone support, the high tide mark now glistening with h.o.a.r frost.

*Tobias! To me!' he called.

Throwing off his hood, Strangewayes lurched along the yawing wherry to Will's side. As the boat skewed towards the bridge, the two men swung their legs out over the side of the boat and pushed them off the pillar. Carpenter jabbed his oar against the wall, and the three of them steadied the drift. Together they heaved the vessel away. Will and Strangewayes teetered over the churning river until Carpenter s.n.a.t.c.hed two handfuls of damp cloak and yanked them to safety.

The current caught the wildly rocking wherry. When it hurled the vessel across the roiling water, Will crashed on to his back on the bottom. By the time he had managed to raise his head they had shot like an arrow out at the other side.

Here the mist hung in wisps. He could glimpse candlelight in the windows of the large merchant houses that lined the northern banks. A bitter blast of air struck him. Bony fingers of ice reached out from both edges of the river, clutching for the wherry.

*'Sblood! How fast it freezes!' Strangewayes exclaimed.

Glancing back, Will saw that a white sheet now covered most of the Thames. The ice appeared to be spreading from upstream where they had witnessed the frantic activity of the pale fish-creatures. He imagined their ritual dance through the dark depths, drawing up the cold power as they weaved together the final strands of their supernatural masters' scheme.

Will began to grasp the true scale of the Unseelie Court's plan. Dee's tattered defences were still strung out invisibly across London, reinforced by the wards Cecil had put in place round the city's boundaries and the quay at Greenwich. But the Thames a a silver lance piercing through to the heart of London a had always proved the most difficult to protect.

As they rounded the bend of the river along the narrowing black channel, Will's worst fears were confirmed. The Charm Boat was locked in the ice not far from the north bank. The two watermen were futilely hammering their oars on the white glaze. It cracked like dry wood, but held firm. No longer able to maintain the ritual path, the frozen wherry had left the river route open to the Enemy.

Carpenter, Launceston and Strangewayes saw the ice-bound boat and looked back to Will with unease. He nodded. *They will soon be here.'

The other men's heads fell, but only for a moment. Carpenter and Launceston threw themselves into their oar-strokes, driving the wherry forward.

*The Gauntlet will be trapped at the quay,' Strangewayes called. *What chance have we of freeing it from the ice before the attack comes?'

*We will do what we must.' Will's voice was grim. He pulled his cloak around him against the cold and rested one foot on the side as he searched the sky for the ruddy glow from Greenwich's beacons.

A band of orange sky flared behind the silhouettes of trees, houses and the great bulk of the Palace of Placentia. Wrinkling his nose at the ash caught on the breeze, Will finally saw the stark outline of masts and felt a surge of hope. But only a thin black strand of water stretched out ahead. Their hair and eyebrows white with frost, Carpenter and Launceston shuddered as they struggled to get good strokes with their oars. The wherry b.u.mped against the encroaching ice on either side time and again. Finally the boat came to a juddering halt. The keel groaned from the pressure of the rime forming around it.

*Abandon ship, lads,' Will called.

The shivering spies hauled themselves out of the wherry, each one gingerly testing the ice before putting his full weight on it. The frozen river crunched underfoot. Will scrubbed the white glaze off the surface with the sole of his shoe. Through the near-transparent newly formed ice, he glimpsed movement. The fish-creatures glided just beneath their feet. As if it could read his thoughts, one came to a halt in the s.p.a.ce Will had created and peered up at him with those unblinking eyes. It gnashed its needle-teeth once and then swam away.

On the river they could have been in Muscovy in winter. Putting his head down into the chill wind, Will headed towards the silhouetted masts. The crunch of his footsteps echoed across the still waste. The other men followed, their breath clouding. After a few moments, the golden lights of the quayside inn glittered through the stark trees and Will could make out the shape of the Gauntlet leaning askew under the force of the ice that had formed around it.

Before he could take another step, Strangewayes called out, *The fog returns.'

Will turned to see a low wall of mist reaching from bank to bank at their backs. But this fog was a pearly white and seemed to glow with an inner luminescence. It rolled towards them as if a tailor were unfurling a bolt of cloth. Faint stars twinkled in its midst.

*Make for the quay as fast as your legs will carry you,' he urged.

The spies raced towards the inn's lights, slipping and sliding with each step so that Will feared they would fall and break their necks. When he could smell the acrid stink of the pitch on the Gauntlet's hull, he paused and looked back. Tall, grey figures were emerging from the mist, cloaks billowing behind them. They stalked towards Greenwich, grasping swords, spears and axes.

Will felt a chill sweep through him even deeper than the one brought by the frozen river. A droplet of blood fell from his nose and froze before it hit the ice. The Unseelie Court were in opposition to nature, and every sense rebelled whenever they were near. Their clothes had a timeless feel, bucklers and leather belts, breeches and boots, all of them silvery grey as if they considered colour too much of a celebration of life for things that flirted with death. Long hair lashed in the wind. Their faces were the colour of frost, shadows pooling around their eyes. Scanning the steadily advancing group, he counted around thirty, small in number yet devastating in force.

*We have a fight on our hands.' The wind plucked his words away. *And if we fall this night, England is lost.'

He turned and raced up the icy stone steps that led up to the quay where a crowd of puzzled onlookers had gathered to see the frozen Thames. At his back, the winter storm swept in.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.

WILL BOUNDED ON to the quayside, calling to the pikemen Cecil had set to guard the Gauntlet, *Gather your weapons and prepare for the fight of your lives!' He knew he was probably sending them to their deaths, but their sacrifice would not be forgotten if the ship could be freed from its icy prison. He caught the officer of the guard by the arm and leaned in to whisper, *Tell your men not to look those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds in the eye, nor listen to their words. They will undermine you with lies and deceit. Keep your eyes on their weapons and kill without mercy.'

The captain nodded, running towards his men, barking orders. Their cuira.s.ses rattling as they ran, the defenders hurried down the stone steps on to the ice.

*Should we join them in battle?' Launceston peered towards the pale figures drawing in on the quay.

*I need you here to help marshal the crew and these labourers. We must break the ice around the Gauntlet and carve a path out to where the river remains unfrozen.'

Unsettled whispers rustled across the quayside. The crowd grew in number as attention fell upon the Unseelie Court. Will beckoned for the other spies to gather closer. *We must prevent these good men from having their sleep ruined for evermore a however long that might be after this night,' he whispered. *Spread the word that it is Spanish agents who approach. We need all good Englishmen to do their part in standing firm against the invaders. Keep them occupied.'

*How do we do that?' Carpenter asked.

*Tell them to collect all the pitch from the shipwrights in Greenwich and carry the barrels down on to the ice. One of you find Captain Prouty and order him to prepare to sail.'

*He will think you mad,' Strangewayes complained.

*Mad, I am. For only one of Bedlam's Abraham men would dare to do what I plan.' Will grinned. *But this is why the Crown selected us for our work. We are all mad, and, as you well know, the G.o.ds protect fools and lovers.'

He spun round, shouting, *Come, lads!' to draw the attention of the gathered crowd. Carpenter and Strangewayes followed suit, whipping the men up with shouts and cheers and sending them off to the shipwrights' stores marked out by piles of stone ballast along the quayside. Emerging from the inn with Launceston, Captain Prouty tossed aside a mug of ale and bounded up the plank to his ship. His orders rang out through the night as he moved across the deck. At the mainmast he paused to point up towards the yards.

Will ventured to the edge of the quay. On the river, the Queen's men edged away from the safety of Greenwich, pikes levelled and swords drawn. Before them, the Unseelie Court advanced with long, determined strides, heads down into the wind, like wolves preparing to fall on a wounded deer.

Will forced himself not to rush to the aid of the men. Their sacrifice had bought him time. Turning back to the frantic activity along the dockside, he jumped on to the plank leading up to the galleon and demanded more haste in a voice that carried across the docks. As the labourers trundled the barrels of pitch from the stores, the spy directed them to carry their casks down the steps to the ice and there lay them in a line from the ship's prow out into the river. Carpenter and Strangewayes marshalled another group of men to collect axes and the long-hafted hammers that the boat-builders used to drive wedges to split timber.

*Captain Prouty insisted I inform you that he does indeed think you are mad,' Launceston murmured as he urged the men on, drawn sword in his hand.

*Then we are all in agreement. This is not a place for sane men. Bring the others and let us wallow in our madness.' Will eased into the flow of men trudging down on to the ice.

Once the barrels of pitch were laid out in a line, he ordered a labourer to stand beside each cask with a hammer or an axe and, on his signal, smash it open. When his arm fell, the crashes of splintering wood drowned out the clash of steel and tormented cries echoing from the battle on the other side of the galleon. The pitch spewed out across the h.o.a.r-frost from barrel after barrel, flowing stickily into a black line pointing the way to freedom.

*Bring me the brand,' Will called. A workman thrust the spitting torch into his hand, and he lowered the flame to the sable stream. The fire licked at the pitch, raising bubbles that spattered and crackled. After a moment the tar caught. Acrid smoke whisked up, then an orange wall of fire racing out into the middle of the Thames. Cracks like cannon-fire boomed out into the night as the searing heat met the biting cold of the frozen river.

*Do not wait for the ice to melt,' Will roared as he marched along the line of workmen. *Take your hammers and your axes and smash it to pieces. But take care not to fall into the water.'

Red-faced from the sweltering fire, the men rubbed their hands and spat, grasping their tools and swinging them over their heads. The iron came down like thunder. Chunks of glittering ice flew. Will felt a swell of hope as he saw the jagged cracks race out. Man after man repeated their strikes until the ice shattered and the spy could glimpse lines of black water.

*Keep at it until a channel forms,' he yelled. Twirling an upright finger, he summoned the attention of Carpenter, Launceston and Strangewayes, then flicked his hand towards the galleon. They raced for the steps. On the quay, Will glanced back as a blazing pool of pitch slid into the water with a sizzle. A cloud of steam billowed up. When it cleared, he saw a trail of broken ice reaching out to the unfrozen channel in the middle of the river.

Launceston gave a satisfied nod. *Let us hope that is enough.'

Cheers rose from the labourers as they swung their tools to break more of the ice. But then, with a resounding crack, a large section broke free and turned vertical like a platter tipping off the edge of a table. Three men standing upon it plunged into the water. Will closed his eyes, knowing what was to come, but still he jerked when the screams tore out.