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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

held high in their arms for Lizbeth's inspection as she rode through the crowds.
" Fine Seville oranges, fine lemons."
" Hey ye any corns on your feet or toes?"
" What do ye lack? Do ye buy, Mistress. See what ye lack: pins, points, garters, Spanish gloves or silk ribbons."
" Will ye buy any starch or clear complexion, Mistress?"
Lizbeth was laughing as she brushed the importunate pedlars aside and came at length to the quiet and dignity of the Palace of Whitehall.
For a moment she felt afraid as she looked at the great, sprawling grey building fronting on to the river, where waited the Queen's state barge.
She had a sudden longing for Camfield and the peace of her own bedroom looking out over the park and lakes, and then with a little mental shake of her shoulders she told herself she was being ridiculous. She had to forget Camfield and all it contained. This was a new and exciting life and what was there in it to make her afraid?
It was, however, difficult not to be overawed by the Palace, and long before she reached the apartments of the Maids of Honour Lizbeth found herself awed and astonished not once but a dozen times. Great galleries hung with pictures and fine tapestries took her breath away. The Tilt Yard and the Bowling Green were green oases seen from the diamond-paned casements opening out of a labyrinth of corridors, high chambers and fine staircases.
`I shall never find my way out of here,' Lizbeth thought breathlessly, and she felt for one mad moment as if she were imprisoned in some architectural maze from which she could never escape. And then, when she came to the Maids of Honours' apartments, she was entranced. From the windows she looked out over the Thames.
There were barges moving along the still water, some of them belonging to the great Livery Companies, or to the nobles whose houses lined the river between Westminster and the City. There were watermen plying for hire on the river, with every kind of cry ; and among them moved the swans, quite unperturbed by the traffic around them, arching their

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