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You can run all you like, Your Majesty.

You can't escape your fate.

Lady Grace.

I won't let you hurt the Queen.

You'll never stop us.

I am one of many. Someone was sending Burns information from inside the

palace. There's a traitor at court, and I have to work out who it is before it's

too late.

Amazing news.

Lady Jane couldn't sleep last night.

Probably too busy thinking about ways to annoy Lady Sarah.

Anyway, she got up, went to her window and saw a ghost.

It was the figure of a man dressed all in white with a ghastly pale face.

He had the look of the old king, of King Henry VIII himself.

So now we have a mysterious traitor at court and a ghost.

And Lady Jane's not the only person to see this mysterious spirit.

It happened a couple of nights ago.

I was patrolling in the long gallery.

And there was a great evil gust.

And all the candles went out at the same time. Every single one.

And I could hear this shuffling and moaning getting ever closer.

Ralph, did you actually see the ghost?

Well, it was quite dark.

Just as well you had one of my ghost-be-gone arms on you.

No ghost is getting past this.

It's a bit of string right round her head.

Well, there's more in the cupboard if you want one.

Oh, Lord, don't show them off in front of the Queen.

She won't like all this ghost gossip. Oh, no!

What? What has the ghost done?

No, no!

I forgot to give Lady Grace the very important message.

The Queen wants to see you.

Right away.

Oh, Ralphie.

Ralphie.

What are you playing at?

Pretending to be the palace ghost?

Your face!

What are you two up to?

Gossiping about my ghost, I suppose.

Absolutely not, Your Majesty.

I came to update you on the prisoner.

Is he talking?

Well, not yet, but he will.

Until then, he is safely locked in the dungeon.

I have the only key. Thank you, Osborne.

Now, leave us.

I have important business to discuss with Lady Grace.

Sorry. Girl talk.

So, what are people saying?

That the ghost is your dad.

King Henry.

Trying to send you a message because you put the whole kingdom in peril by

refusing to marry the king of Spain.

My father's the last person I go to for marriage advice.

I know.

But it has got the gossips talking.

Perhaps this so-called ghost is someone trying to create trouble at court.

Your Majesty, lovely to see you again.

Madam Hilliard, court painter and massive diva.

Let's make a start whilst we have the light.

I am sitting for my portrait all day.

I need your clear head on this, Grace.

No fear, Your Majesty.

I'm on the case.

The Longallery.

This is where Lady Jane and Ralph call the ghost.

Dead spooky in here, isn't it? It's just a corridor.

Haunted corridor.

Allegedly haunted.

Look, there's something on Cecil's office door.

Don't touch it. You'll get a haunted finger.

It smells of something.

What is it? It's so familiar.

Someone's coming.

Wait, there was a gust of wind when Cecil opened that door.

And Ralph said... Why would

a ghost be looking for information?

Right,

let's go.

We've got the sleepover to get ready for. We need to open this door.

Sorry.

Wow. Well, I'm not going in.

None of us are.

We just need a candle.

Sue, is the main door open?

Open. What's it about, Grace? I felt something when Cecil opened the door.

Watch.

Ah! Did you let the ghost out?

Chill, Ellie.

When all three doors are open, the corridor becomes a wind tunnel.

That's why all the candles went out when Ralph wasn't duty.

It wasn't a ghost.

Someone opened Cecil's door.

But ghosts don't use doors.

Exactly. But traitors do.

Well, I still think it was a ghost.

They walk among us. Everyone says it. Look, Ellie, ghosts make for great

stories. There'll always be a place for them in the palace, but they can't be

real. They just can't. How can you be so sure?

Because if they were real, my mum would have found a way to visit me.

Oh, Grace.

Come in.

Okay.

So, we know someone's breaking into Cecil's office.

What if it was someone that was working with Burns, the traitor?

If I could just get down to the dungeon to ask him... You promised you'd be more

careful.

Going to the dungeons doesn't sound very careful.

Anyway, we have a sleepover to prepare for, right?

I hope you've both been thinking about your wish for the wishing bowl. I wish

Ellie would stop telling me to be careful. I wish Grace would be less pig

-headed and listen to good advice.

Voila!

And I wish you two would stop arguing.

I'll see you at the sleepover later.

If the ghost doesn't get me first.

Sorry, Ellie, but I have to get down to those dungeons.

That's not your usual spot.

Due to my bravery and quick-wittedness, catching the traitor Burns, I've been

promoted to dungeon guard.

Me mum's over the moon.

Is the prisoner talking yet?

Nope. But the Queen plans to use her secret weapon.

Secret weapon?

OK, Ralph.

I'm here.

Lady Grace.

What are you doing here? Same to you, Lady Sarah.

We ladies are often called upon to visit prisoners.

Apparently, a pretty face can encourage confession.

So naturally, the Queen chose me. You're going down to the dungeons?

Burns won't try anything with me around.

Oh, I've no doubt.

Do you need a hand?

I could carry your water jug.

It's just I've got so much to learn about being a lady. I really would like

to learn from the best.

You really think I'm the best?

Oh, absolutely.

Better than Lady Jane?

Well, yes,

but don't tell her I said that.

So, can I come?

Please?

Very well.

We must be brave, Grace, and do our duty.

And then we must make sure everyone knows all about it.

It's not enough to be popular and pretty these days.

You have to be kind as well.

It's absolutely exhausting.

Let's go, Ralph.

Wow, it stinks in here. It's a mixture of rats and damp and moss on the stones

and something else.

I think it's there.

That smell.

Are we almost there?

It's right there, Lady Sarah.

Grace, what are you doing here? I authorized one lady to visit.

I'm holding the jug.

Right. Greetings, traitor.

We have a message from the Queen.

Confess, and she may yet show you mercy.

Also, who's been breaking into Duttle's office? Lady Grace.

I don't know anything about any break-ins, and even if I did, I wouldn't

tell.

What does that mark mean? The one on your arm.

I've seen it before.

I'm all right.

It was on the bottle of poison that killed my mum.

You... Was it you?

What happened to your mother was a tragedy.

But it had nothing to do with me.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Family means a lot to me, too.

And this... This is the mark of those loyal to Mary, Queen of Scots. The

true queen.

Elizabeth is the rightful queen. She was not born of a true marriage.

The king named her as heir.

She's the queen. End of story.

Oh,

our story's only just begun.

We will get rid of Elizabeth and put Queen Mary on the throne as is right and

lawful. We are everywhere.

No one can stop us.

Especially not the little girl.

Enough.

We came here to be choutful ladies.

And you're just being absolutely horrid.

All right, everyone out.

But... I mean it, Grace.

Leave the prisoner with me, okay?

Come on, Grace. Let me walk you to your room.

Grace, I mean it.

Out.

You're as white as a ghost.

Seeing that tattoo on him, it brought back a lot of feelings about your mum.

We ladies spend all our time serving the Queen.

But visiting a nasty old prisoner is the only thing we've actually done together.

I know.

Let's change that.

Sleepover?

Tonight? We can do makeovers, and you can tell me your deepest, darkest

secrets, and... I'm not sure that's a good idea.

Or maybe it's a brilliant idea.

We could have the sleepover in Lady Jane's room.

I was thinking just us two.

It would please the Queen if we did something all together.

Fine. I'll talk to her.

I can't think of anything worse than a night of silly gossip with Sarah and

Jane.

But Jane's room overlooks the entrance to the long gallery, which means it's

the perfect place for ghost-watching.

And there's something else.

Sarah's hanky smells exactly like the white substance on Cecil's door. Maybe

she's behind the break-in.

And if she is, how on earth did Jane mistake her for the ghost of Henry VIII?

The Queen needs me to work this out.

Nothing is more important.

OK, we've done the beds, we've got the snack, the coins for the wishing bowl.

Our full moon sleepover is ready to go.

Oh, good, you're both here.

All set for later?

I have some bad news.

Are you OK?

I'm fine.

It's just... You might have to postpone our sleepover till the next full moon.

Something's come up. But we've got everything ready. Miss Sue, it's fine.

We can't help it if Grace has duties.

Yes, exactly. It's something I need to do for the Queen.

It's just... The last thing that I need to do is... have a sleepover.

With Jane and Sarah.

Oh.

Sorry, Ellie.

No, don't be silly.

I hope you have a really lovely time.

It's not about having a lovely time.

I have to solve the palace ghost mystery. Of course.

Nothing is more important, is it?

Off you hop.

I'm not postponing our sleepover. If Lady Grace is too busy to attend, then

that's her business.

Exactly. We can still have fun without her, right?

More fun, I reckon.

I really upset my friends.

I'll have to make it up to them.

But now, night has fallen on the palace.

Everyone is scared the ghost will return.

Who's there?

Is it you, ghost?

I've got one of me mum's ghostly gun charms to watch out.

But I suspect this ghost is actually the traitor.

My mission to find them starts with this sleepover.

And they could very well be in this room.

How fun.

You've got so much cool and smelly stuff.

Now let's find the source of the mysterious smell.

What's this for? That's to make my cheeks rosy. And this?

To make my eyes bright. And this?

That's for my upper forehead. That's for my lower forehead.

And this is for the space between my ear and cheekbone.

Looks like one of the bottles are missing.

Some sort of white paste?

Oh, yes.

My radiant mask.

It's the absolute best.

It sounds amazing.

Could I try some? Sorry, it ran out.

Let me check Cudeguff's and sleep over tips.

She's lying.

She had a full bottle delivered only a week ago.

Interesting. Why would she lie?

Because she doesn't want us using it and becoming more radiant than her.

Obviously.

Okay, girls. List of sleepover activities in Tudor Girl.

Charades. How to get the truth out of someone as self-obsessed as Lady Sarah.

How about truth or dare?

Game on.

How long must I wear this hideous thing? Till the end of the round.

Okay. Sarah, are you traitor material?

Truth or dare?

Truth. Always.

If you could get Lord Cecil to pass one law, what would it be?

How unseemly.

We ladies have nothing to do with laws.

I'm serious.

If you could get him to change one thing, what would it be?

Don't answer, Sarah. She's just trying to get you in trouble.

Do a dare instead.

Lick your elbow.

There is one thing. Here we go.

It's silly, really.

Go on.

I'd ask him to let more women become actors.

Oh. That's ridiculous.

No, it's not.

Girls can act just as well as boys.

Sarah, do you wish to be an actor?

This is a silly dream of mine.

Promise you won't tell.

I promise.

Right. Time for makeovers.

Lady Sarah, reveal the location of your radiance mask immediately.

I told you. I lent it to someone.

You said you finished it.

Did I?

Well, this one's almost as good.

Jane's right. She is lying.

What is she trying to hide?

No!

Are you sure you're reading it right? Hey, I can read the name.

I'm close to the Queen.

Am I handsome and mysterious?

More grumpy and very, very tired.

Lord Cecil, he literally fell asleep in the privy chamber the other day. I gave

him a prod just before the Queen walked in.

What is it? I thought I heard something.

Sounds like they're having fun.

I suppose Grace is just doing it to catch the ghost.

Well, why don't we get there first?

What?

Imagine the look on her face if we solve the mystery before she does.

But what if there really is a ghost?

We're all prepared.

Come on.

Okay, okay, Grace.

Truth or dare?

Truth. Who's in your locket?

My locket.

You never take it off.

It must be someone special.

It's private.

It's a boy, isn't it?

Oh, come on, show her. Leave her alone.

A lady's locket is totally private.

Jane's just jealous because she hasn't found her true love yet.

My family will take care of all of that when the time comes.

This is going nowhere.

I need to check on the long gallery.

They're going ghost hunting?

Wait.

What is that?

Okay, this was a bad idea.

Right, there's no ghost.

Let's go.

Ghost be gone! Ghost be gone! Has it be gone yet? No, I've just had to look.

Ghost!

It's me. Grace?

No time to explain.

I've got a ghost to catch.

Wait. Take this.

There's no such thing as ghosts.

There's no such thing as ghosts.

What was that?

Wait. The ghost of Henry VIII. The door opening at night.

The radiant mask on the handle. All of it was... Lord Ethel. You silly boy.

And what is this white stuff on your face?

It's a face mask.

Thank you. For radiance.

Learning all sorts of tips from your fancy new friends, aren't you? Can we

focus, please?

It's Lady Sarah's, isn't it, Lord Cecil? I've been sleeping badly ever since the

Queen turned down the King of Spain.

You did your best.

Everyone's been saying how tired I look.

Lady Sarah overheard me worrying that the Queen would replace me.

so I suggested her radiance mask as a solution.

And it really is quite good, isn't it?

That's nice of Sarah.

She is actually quite nice.

Very nice.

Attentive, charitable, well-presented.

Exactly as a lady-in-waiting ought to be.

And Mrs C was kind enough to fix me a sleeping draught, which seems to have

had some rather strange side effects.

It made you sleepwalk.

Well, that's what happens when you take too much.

I told you, one measure.

Okay, come, I'll be ready for bed now.

Come on, let me show you to your chamber.

Case closed.

The moon is still up.

Good. Do the wishing bowl, great idea.

I mean, if you're up for it.

to be famous for doing something that I love.

I wish to be the best bi ever.

I wish for things to stay as they are forever.

Thank you, guys.

Double the props.

I want a guard on every door.

What's going on?

Ralph, what's wrong?

Burns has escaped.

His cell's unlocked and he's vanished.

The man is going to go to space.

Someone must have let him out.

I think there's a traitor. What is it?

Your brain is doing that calculating thing.

Grace? Only one person had to keep the burns itself.

Who? The same person who really didn't want me sniffing around the dungeon.

Who?

Lord Osborn.