They’ve ridden like the wind to Walsingham’s house.
“They won’t want me here.” Margot frets. “I’m putting you all at a terrible risk-“
Walt reassures her, “You weren’t safe at court, you said so yourself. We’ll take the risk, my lady. I won’t abandon you.“
He knocks on the door, glad to be home at last. Once he is away from the cloying atmosphere of court, the pitfalls and false smiles, he feels as if he can now breathe freely.
“Who is it?” calls Ursula from an upstairs window. “It’s the dead of night. What do you want?”
“It’s Sir Walter and Ray. Please let us in. It’s important.”
He can hear her grumbling behind the door as she fumbled with the locks. “This had better be good, Sir Walt-Oh!” Ursula stares at Walt and the princess on the doorstep.
“I shouldn’t be here. I should go.”
