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CHAPTER TWELVE

"and how did Master Francis get along with all those rough sailors?"
It was then Lizbeth realized that her ordeal was not over. Nanna had to be told about Francis, and the old nurse wept bitterly to think that her baby was dead and she would never see him again.
It was easy to tell a lie, Lizbeth thought, but hard to sustain one. So many people would want to talk of Francis, and having made him into a hero, she had got to support the picture with tales of heroism that must go on for ever.
She realized suddenly that she was tired to the point of exhaustion. It had been a long, hard ride from Plymouth and with the restlessness of her own thoughts she had not spared herself or the servants who accompanied her. Now her body was beginning to take revenge on her. She wanted more than anything else to slip between the cool linen sheets of her bed and be alone with her own thoughts.
But she knew that to-night that was impossible. Her father would be bitterly disappointed if she did not go downstairs to tell him more of the voyage and sit up, perhaps until the early hours of the morning, chatting, about the cargo, the battle against the Spaniards, and of Francis' death.
Lizbeth thought of Elita then-alone with her terror in the darkness of the empty house, yet try as she would, she could not feel sorry for her. She had seen and heard what the Queen meant to such men as Rodney. They were ready to die for England and for Gloriana, and it was not to be endured that people like Dr. Keen and his daughter should plot and scheme to destroy that which they valued so highly.
Lizbeth went slowly downstairs in a dress of green velvet trailing over the polished boards behind her. It felt strange to be a woman again, to feel the softness of the velvet against her skin, and the nakedness of her low-cut dress seemed indecent after months of wearing a ruff. Nanna had exclaimed at the shortness of her hair, but Lizbeth had made the excuse that it was too hot in the Caribbean Sea to wear her hair longer, and now that it was braided and held with pearl-headed pins, it was hard to realize that it had ever been cut to make her look like a boy.

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