Keeper of the King's Secrets
“—Machiavelli, The Prince, chapter 14 “Maggie says he’ll live.” Susanna sank into her chair by the fire and rubbed her arms.
“I told you that already.” Parker did not open his eyes.
She turned her head. “He looked green. I’ve never seen him so weak. Or so upset.”
Parker shrugged. “There is no help for that. He lost you and he feels the failure of it.”
“Talk to him.” She reached out and took his hand. “Please. He was bested by no less an enemy than the man who runs England.”
Parker still kept his eyes shut. “You have it right. I will talk to him. It wasn’t his fault.”
“I wonder …” She hesitated a moment, staring at the fire, not wanting to talk of Wolsey and stoke Parker’s anger again. She lifted her head and was caught in his gaze. He’d gone from sprawled in his chair to quiet readiness for action in a moment.
“You wonder what?”
“If Wolsey was going to … attack me because of the missive.”
“Why would he do that?”
“To intimidate me.
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