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(Transcrito por TurboScribe. Atualize para Ilimitado para remover esta mensagem.) 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's 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.

You did say to find some evidence.

There's something wrong with that crown.

Stop!

Stay back!

The slightest touch of dark won't mean death.

Guards, arrest Barnes.

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.

You can't fool me.

The Queen has been using a hawk to

message her very dear friend, Lord Dudley.

Oh yeah, you shine like the stars.

Rave, which stars?

Ask 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 girl.

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 Spain.

Waiting.

Your Majesty.

Another wonderful gift from the King of Spain.

Um, put it with the, yeah, put it

with the other.

Awkward.

This secret flirtation is putting the whole country

at risk.

A new horse has arrived.

How is it?

Spirited.

Reminds me of someone.

Mrs. Champanel?

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.

The 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 for me today.

I'm on the case.

Friends.

Romance.

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' hut?

Are you serious?

Oh, this 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 forest.

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 is 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.

I can smell something.

It's like...

lemon?

It is lemon and it's coming from this

paper.

Found it!

Look at that.

What are you doing?

This should help.

Let's talk hawk.

We won't need a lure.

The hawk will come straight to me.

Let's take an actual lure though, yeah?

Just in case.

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.

We're out here.

I 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 clue.

Start performing a new costume.

Hold.

What's the play?

The Horrid Hawker.

A tale of birds, betrayal and...

budgerous?

We figured Burns wasn't using his gear, so

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 Osbourne 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 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.

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.

Cecil approaches.

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 thirsty?

Yeah.

I also need 50,000 gold doubloons.

Masoud, look out!

Hello!

That's one of Burns's 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 crease.

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 you.

Well, one foot on Spanish soil.

This will make us all safe.

If we go much further, we're gonna end

up knocking on Dudley's door.

Oh, we can ask him why he's ghosting

the queen.

Masoud!

What?

I mean, it'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 blueprints 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 was 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 Mamsi is catching burns as 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.

Looks like a lure.

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 it'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.

He's 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 you all 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.

Ow!

Ow!

Not the face!

Not the face!

I'm right here!

Where's the Queen?

Grace!

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, Cesar.

It is 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 her true love?

Perfume and poetry isn't going to protect the

King of Spain.

It's going to protect us from our enemies.

Grace, hold her down.

It is a good match.

You must make the right choice.

For England.

I'm doing it for England!

Get off me!

That's not fair!

Get off me!

Get off me!

See?

Lord Dudley wants to meet Her Majesty privately

in the woods.

He must want to propose.

Get this to the Queen.

Now.

You're making a mistake!

Juniper?

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, Jane.

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!

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.

Ralph!

I got him!

Nice one, Ralph!

In your face, birds!

Oh, how are we, me lady?

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 gonna caught England's most wanted assassin

single-handed.

Come on!

You didn't stand a chance!

Single-handed.

She definitely went out there with him.

The words are out of bounds.

Remember?

Well, nice work, Ralph.

Your mum's gonna be so proud.

What is it?

No, I won't leave her!

Is my mum all right?

Grace, you okay?

Sorry, I thought...

I thought I saw something.

I need to go.

So, Grace, tell me.

Barnes intercepted your hawk.

He tried to lure you to the woods

by using a fake letter.

I spotted it and...

You shouldn't have come on your own.

I didn't.

Dealt with him.

I see my instincts about you were correct.

Sharp eyes, indeed.

Rather clever ones at that.

He tried to use love against you.

Dudley may yet write back.

Make his feelings clear.

Whatever you've told the King of Spain, it's

not too late.

Your 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.

We're in so much trouble.

Oh, 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 has 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 two, did

she, you donor?

I'm sorry.

All right, Grace the 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, the paper from Burns' hut.

On the surface, it's an order for fish,

but it smells of lemons.

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.

What about the crown?

What about the hawk?

What about who knows what else?

But I am one of many loyal to

Queen Mary.

Burns 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 who it is

before it's too late.