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Warden during pleasure anyway,” said Scrope. “What would Burghley do…”
    Being a man who often edited what he wanted to say, Dodd recognised the symptoms in someone else.
    “Well, my lord,” said Carey after a deep breath, “if you remember, it was the Earl of Essex who gave me my knighthood. He and Burghley…er…hate each other.”
    “Oh,” said Scrope, beginning to understand, “Court factions.”
    “Of course, Robin is the Queen’s favourite…” began Philadelphia.
    “Heaven preserve me from that,” said Carey feelingly. “No, she likes me, but Essex has the…er…honour at the moment. Even so, she would prefer me back at Court under her eye. This needs to be handled with care, my lord.”
    “Surely I can appoint my own deputy,” said Scrope.
    Carey and his sister exchanged glances. “Of course. One thing I must have settled tonight, my lord,” he said, “is the question of men. The garrison men my brother lent me must go back to Berwick tomorrow, he’s short-handed enough as it is. I need my own men here, appointed to me, paid by me and loyal to me.”
    Too late Dodd realised that he should have left with Lowther, no matter how fascinated he was. He tried melting into the tapestry, but Carleton did for him, damn his guts.
    “Sergeant Dodd here is the loyalest man I know,” boomed Carleton with an evil grin.
    “Oh Ah could niver…”
    “Rubbish, man, no deputy could wish for a better guard than you and your soldiers.”
    “Excellent idea, Captain,” drivelled Scrope. “Yes. Sergeant Dodd, you can transfer to Sir Robert’s service until he releases you.”
    Carey had spotted his reaction too, alas. Dodd coughed and did his best to look honest but thick.
    “Ay sir,” he said, wondering how he could explain it to Janet that he was now in the service of some damned Court sprig, not even securely appointed Deputy Warden. Ah well, no doubt Carey would be heading south in a month or two, with his tail between his legs.
    And then how would Dodd deal with Richard Lowther’s wrath? It was too much to cope with on top of Sweetmilk Graham’s killing.
    “Sir,” he said to Carey. “I’d best get back to my men and explain to them.”
    “Of course, Sergeant,” said Carey. “How many of them are there?”
    “Six, sir.”
    “Six. Good.” Carey coughed a little. “Well, I’ll see you in the morning then, Sergeant. Good night.”
    Dodd clumped down the stairs, shaking his head and hoping he wouldn’t need to do any more thinking that night. Then Lowther stopped him in the lower room, looming by the fire, his broad handsome face like a rock carving on a tomb.
    “Well, Sergeant?”
    “Ay sir.”
    “What did they say after I left?”
    “Say, sir?”
    Lowther’s grey eyes narrowed.
    “Of what did they speak when I was gone?” The words sprang out half-bitten.
    Dodd thought for a while.
    “Scrope turned me over to the new…to Sir Robert as sergeant of his guard, me and my men together.”
    Lowther humphed to himself.
    “You’ll not forget where your true interests lie, Sergeant.” he said with heavy meaning.
    Christ man, thought Dodd to himself, if you’re here demanding blackrent off me, say so out clear, ye’ve not the talent for subtle hinting.
    Aloud he said stolidly, “No sir.”
    “So what did they say?”
    Dodd thought again. “It was some chatter about Court factions and Carey said he wasna the Queen’s favourite, the Earl of Essex was, and they’d need to be careful of you.”
    Lowther humphed again. “Was that all?”
    Inspiration struck Dodd. “All I understood, sir, seeing they were talking foreign.”
    “What, southern English.”
    “No, I can make that out usually: foreign, French maybe or Latin even. I don’t know.”
    Lowther looked sideways at him under his flourishing grey brows and Dodd stared into space. Lowther snapped his fingers at John Ogle who bristled, but came towards them.
    “Find me and the sergeant some beer,” he said, stepping over a