A quickly smothered shriek from Ursula now brought the other girls to her side in the embrasure. She was pointing across the court to the gateway beneath the clock tower. "He is coming!" she cried, with a slightly nervous tremor in her voice. "It is he, with my lord Everingham; they are laughing and talking together. . . . Oh, how handsome he looks!" she added enthusiastically. "My future husband, _my_ lord, not the Queen's--mine own, mine own! Alicia, tell me, hast ever seen a more goodly sight than that of _my_ future husband in that beautiful silken doublet and with that dear, dear dog of his walking so proudly behind him? Harry Plantagenet, thou'rt a lucky dog, and I'll kiss thee first, and--and----" Then she ran back to the Duchess. "Two minutes to mount the stairs, two more to cross the Great Hall, then the watching chamber, the presence chamber. . . . In six minutes he will be here--hush!--I hear a footstep! . . . Holy Virgin, how my heart beats!" There had come a discreet knock at the door. All four women were too excited to respond, but the next moment the door was opened and a young page, dressed in the same gorgeous livery which Henry VIII had originally prescribed, entered and bowed to the ladies. Then he turned to the Duchess of Lincoln. "Her Majesty the Queen desires the immediate presence of Her Grace and of her maids-of-honour in the Oratory." There was dead silence in the room whilst the page once more bowed in the elaborate manner ordained by Court etiquette; then he walked backwards to the door, and stood there, holding it open ready for the ladies to pass. "No, no, no!" whispered Ursula excitedly, as the Duchess immediately rose to obey. "Ladies!" commanded Her Grace. "One minute, darling," entreated Ursula, "just one short little minute!" But where the Queen's commands were concerned Her Grace of Lincoln was adamant. "Ladies!" she ordered once more. Alicia and Barbara, though terribly disappointed at the failure of the exciting conspiracy, were ready enough to obey. Ursula wildly ran back to the window. "I can see his silhouette and that of my lord Everingham slowly moving across the Great Hall," she said. "Oh! why is he so slow?" The Duchess turned to the page. "Precede!" she commanded. "We'll follow." She then pointed to the door. Alicia and Barbara, endeavouring to look grave, walked out with becoming dignity. Her Grace went up to Ursula, who was still clinging to the window embrasure with passionate obstinacy. "Lady Ursula Glynde," she said sternly, "if you do not obey Her Majesty's commands instantly, you'll be dismissed from the Court this very day." And while His Grace of Wessex was slowly wending his way towards the chamber where he had been so eagerly expected, Lady Ursula, defiant and rebellious, was being peremptorily marshalled off in an opposite direction. CHAPTER XII INTRIGUES