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I think you should wear the crown of Saint Benedict. The crown has been

stolen! I heard they're taking your friend to the tower tomorrow.

Masoud is a good and honest person.

I found this under Masoud's bed.

I didn't put it there.

Do something, Grace!

We should make a list of suspects.

That's Walsingham's job. Burns, I think he stole the crown.

Need a day to find some evidence.

There's something wrong with that crown.

Stop! Stay back!

The slightest touch of dark won't mean death.

Guards, a response.

I think you're too late.

He's gone. I want you to be my personal spy.

Are you serious?

You must work in secret. Trust no one.

Whatever it takes, I will keep you safe.

So here I am.

Queen Elizabeth's brand new top secret personal spy.

And the big news is, I've already got my first case.

The Queen has been using a hawk to message her very dear friend, Lord

Dudley. Oh, yeah.

You shine like the stars.

Babe, which stars?

Are you John Dee?

He's out of town.

We don't know what his replies say, but they make the Queen smile like this.

and each note is sprinkled with cedarwood fragrance.

It's so romantic!

If you like that sort of thing.

Oh, it's so romantic.

Which Lady Sarah totally does.

She reads too much Tudor girls.

But whilst all these messages have been winging back and forth, the Queen is

supposed to be deciding whether or not to marry the King of Bane.

Waiting... Your Majesty!

Another wonderful gift!

From the King of Spain.

Um... Put it with the... Put it with the others.

Awkward. This infatuation is putting the whole country at risk.

New horse has arrived.

How is it?

Spirited. Reminds me of someone.

Mr. Champanown.

Nay.

I would love to see it.

Perhaps we should meet.

And here's where things get interesting.

Yesterday the Queen sent a message as usual, but Dudley has not replied.

The Royal Hawk is missing.

And timing is suspicious.

I'm to answer the King of Spain at four o'clock and Lord Dudley's gone quiet.

Do you suspect foul play?

If someone is trying to force my hand with Spain, I should like to know.

Find my hawk, Grace.

No needlework from me today.

I'm on the case.

Friends. Romans.

Countrymen. Oh!

Hey!

Who's up for a ramble in the forest?

You mean the dark, mysterious, totally out of bounds forest? The very same.

The Queen's hawk has gone missing.

And we're going to find it.

In.

We can't just head out into the woods calling birdie. We can't?

If we want to catch a hawk, we need kit.

Lures. Hoods.

I know where to find all of that.

Come on.

Burns is hot. Are you serious?

Place gives me the creeps.

Hey, it's okay.

Burns is long gone.

Still haven't caught him though, have they?

What if he comes back?

Look, a map of the forum.

We can use it.

The hawk is trained to fly from the Dudley's residence here to the palace.

Honestly, why they can't just use nice, reliable pigeons? It's beyond me. Sarah

thinks it's romantic. She would.

It's just showing off.

We should focus our search area along this line.

I'll get the lure.

No. I can smell something.

What is it?

It's like lemon.

There's so much stuff in here.

I plant it. We're all of it.

It is lemon, and it's coming from this paper. Found it.

Bat, what are you doing?

This should help.

Let's talk hawk.

Shh.

We won't need a lure.

The hawk will come straight to me.

Let's take an actual lure, though, yeah?

Just in case.

Come, birdie.

Come, birdie.

What are you three up to? You know the woods are out of bounds. We weren't in

the woods.

We were in the hut.

Also, out of bounds.

You're out here.

I've followed you.

Walsingham has ordered me to keep an eye on the scene of the crime.

It's all right. Grace just needs to find the... Start performer a new costume.

Behold.

What's the play?

The Horrid Hawker.

A tale of birds, betrayal and...

Badgers.

We figured Burns wasn't using his gear, though we might as well. For the play.

Right.

I need to get back.

Everyone is preparing for the Queen to sign her marriage contract.

Right behind you.

Well, well, well.

That was awkward.

I thought you and Osborne were friends after the crown thing.

Why were you lying to him?

Oh, Ellie, I hate lying to you too.

But I made a promise. Because we can't let rules get in the way of our mission.

Come on.

I really want to find that hawk.

We stick together, no matter what.

If Burns is out there, we run. Deal?

Deal.

I'm sure Lord Dudley's just taking his time to craft the perfect reply.

Perhaps he's run out of that cologne of his and has nothing to send to his

letters. Perhaps.

Anyway, a delay is not necessarily a bad sign.

There's an article called What His Love Letters Really Mean in the latest Tudor

Girl pamphlet.

Very well, Sarah.

Let us see what Tudor Girl makes of Lord Dudley.

He's asking you a question.

That's good. It means he wants a reply.

Jack always asks so many questions in his love notes.

Oh, Jack.

And here, three kisses.

He's definitely into you.

And he's done this lovely drawing of a... Is that a donkey?

That's his new horse. He's named it for me.

Well, that's definitely giving future husband, isn't it?

Future husband?

Interesting. Quick.

Your Majesty, another little present from the King of Spain.

He really is terribly keen.

Put it with the others.

Her heart is breaking.

Love can be so difficult. Even for a queen.

We need to go right a bit if we want to stick to the hawk's path. I'm hungry.

Here, take this.

And that's it.

Yeah.

I also need 50,000 gold to blue it. Miss Sue, look out! Oh, hello!

It's one of Burns' animal traps.

The forest must be full of them. I never even saw it.

If you look, the leaves around the edge are slightly different, and actually

there's a slight echo when our voices hit the pit.

Classic Greece.

Oh, and there's a big pile of earth over there.

I'll go to the front.

Keep an eye out.

Marriage contract ready to go.

Well done, Cecil.

Thanks to me.

Well, one foot of Spanish.

This will make us all...

We're going much further. We're going to end up knocking on Dudley's door.

Oh, we can ask him why he's ghosting the Queen. We must do.

For what?

I mean, there's at least got to be a possibility.

You're sounding like Lady Jane. I can't let people hear you say stuff like that.

There's no one out here to hear. That might not be true.

Look.

Deep boot prints on top of each other.

Someone was waiting out here not long ago.

What?

We're right in the hawk's path.

It's too much of a coincidence that someone else is out here too.

Someone's coming!

Ralph?

What are you lot doing here?

Gathering herbs.

You? I'm on patrol, obviously.

I've been for a while.

I'm in so much trouble for losing the crown, and Mamsy is catching burns. It's

the only way to get back into Walsingham's good books. But it's cold,

and I'm hungry, and this wood is really... creepy.

Poor Ralph.

Stick with us.

I found this.

A second door. Why are we whispering?

You've been acting so strange today.

I promised I wouldn't tell anyone what we were up to. Promised who?

Wait.

Listen.

I can hear it.

The hawk.

Looks like he's heading back to the palace. He must be carrying a letter

from Dudley. We can still prevent the marriage.

Ralph, come on.

Your Majesty, the ambassador is ready and waiting.

He's got three cheeses, two hams, a range of sweets, and a songbird, which

has escaped and is currently relieving itself over Cecil's latest crop reports.

The King of Spain seems to think the way to my heart is through my stomach.

He underestimates you.

Trying to charm you with fancy gifts.

If he would come here himself and talk about defence, intelligence and trade...

He's scared to talk to me about such things.

Because he knows you would outsmart him.

Ladies, head back to the privy chamber.

Duty calls.

She's finally doing the right thing. I'm still holding out for love.

Three o'clock.

There's still time.

Why are we running?

Oh, it's back.

And there's a note.

Oh, um... Nice birdie.

My family have been handling birds of prey since the Dark Ages.

Watch this.

Not the face!

Not the face!

Where's the Queen?

Wonderful news.

Lord Dudley's message has finally arrived.

Bad birdie!

Got it.

It stinks, as usual.

He means to propose.

Surely. He could be breaking everything off.

Anyway. The Queen has left to answer the King of Spain's proposal.

This message will have to wait.

This marriage will put the country in a strong position, Your Majesty.

I trust you have read over the contract?

Yes, that's all. It's all clear.

Well, what are we waiting for?

We're running out of time. The Queen needs to see Dudley's message.

The Queen needs to forget Dudley and marry the King of Spain.

But what if he's had her love?

Perfume and poetry isn't going to protect us from our enemies.

Grace, hold her down.

Give it to me!

Give it to me!

Dudley wants to meet Her Majesty privately in the woods.

He must want to propose.

Get this to the Queen, now.

Lord Dudley's messages always smell of cedarwood.

Something's not right.

The different smell, the hawk vanishing, boot prints on its path, an allure in

the same spot.

Meet me in the clearing halfway between our homes as soon as you can get there.

Is this note really coming from Dudley?

Ambassador, before I sign, I would like a moment alone to clear my head.

You can't fight true love, James.

The Queen will meet Dudley in the forest, and before long, we will hear

the sound of church bells.

Sorry to disappoint your majesty.

Lord Dudley won't be making an appearance.

Mary sends her regards.

You can run all you like. You can't escape your fate.

Do you really think I'd fall into my own pit?

As if.

You're not the Queen, are you?

Lady Grace, once again getting in the way.

I won't let you hurt the Queen.

Well, you shouldn't have come on your own then, should you?

I didn't.

You're amazing, Ralph.

You caught me, but I am one of many loyal to Queen Mary.

You'll never stop us.

Check out Ralph.

He's only going to court England's most wanted assassin single-handed.

He didn't stand a chance.

Single-handed.

She's definitely going out there with him.

The words are out of the pound.

Remember?

Well... Nice work, Ralph.

Your mum's going to be so proud.

Grace.

Okay.

Sorry. I thought... I thought I saw something.

I need to go.

Go, Grace.

Tell me.

Burns intercepted your hawk.

He tried to lure you to the woods by using a fake letter.

I spotted it and... You didn't come on your own. I didn't.

Dealt with him.

I see my instincts about you were correct.

Sharp eyes indeed.

You're rather clever ones at that.

He tried to use love against you.

Dudley may get right back.

Make his feelings clear.

Whatever you've told the King of Spain, it's not too late.

Being queen is not just about following your heart, Grace.

Sometimes it means giving up what you love most.

But it doesn't mean letting others dictate your path.

I've made my choice.

Now I must deal with the consequences.

My lord, she may yet change her mind.

Such an insult can never be forgotten.

You will live to regret this.

She just said no.

The man was standing there with a whole bag of Seville oranges, and she just put

down her pen and said she didn't feel it was right for the country.

She knows her mind.

But they will invade. I just know they will.

What does that mean?

The Queen turned down the King of Spain, but has made no move to contact Lord

Dudley. The main thing is, I've solved my second mystery and caught the

traitor. Although everyone thinks it was silly old Ralph.

I feel ready to take on anything.

Oh, hello.

Don't you oh hello me.

Is it true? Did you go out alone to capture Burns?

I had Ralph with me. That does not make it better. The Queen was in danger. I

had to act. The Queen had guards.

And spies. She has Walsingham, Osborne and a massive great army at Tilbury.

Her enemies know all of that.

They don't know about... Me.

The Queen asked me to be her personal spy.

Does Walsingham know?

No one does.

Except Her Majesty and now you two.

Grace Cavendish on Her Majesty's secret service.

Actually explains a lot.

She told me to trust no one.

Well, she obviously didn't mean us to, did she, you donut?

I'm sorry.

All right, Grace and Spy.

I think we need a few ground rules.

Good idea.

You can say what you like to everyone else, but you never lie to us again.

Agreed. It was the weirdest feeling.

I hated it. We'll keep your secret.

I shall take it to the grave.

But you have to promise not to put yourself in danger like that again.

I promise.

Oh, one more thing.

My brother sent me this from his travels.

It's lucky, he says.

I want you to have it.

Thank you.

I want to keep my promise to my friends.

But I know in my heart I'll do whatever it takes to save the Queen.

At least now Burns is behind bars.

Wait. Paper from Burns' hut.

On the surface it's an order for fish.

But it smells of lemon.

You can use lemon juice to write secret messages.

When you put it in the heat, the message appears.

The crown of Saint Benedict has come down from the Tower of London.

This is our chance.

Someone was sending Burns information from inside the palace.

About the hawk?

About who knows what else.

But I am one of many loyal to Queen Mary.

Fern says he was one of many.

What if one of those many was in the palace helping him?

There's a traitor at court.

I have to work out to it.

Before it's too late.

I know that I can work it all out now, oh yeah