Book: Mystery Tudor. Page 1

She was born a woman, but she has the dignity that the Prince has been waiting for her father. Only Elizabeth had inherited his strength, courage and determination to overcome any obstacles.

This is the most powerful fortress in England, do you understand or not? Maybe just knock on the gate? Then just be inside. Have you heard the saying: "come all, come one head"? <...> And maybe sneak in some vile place? You say, don't be shy.

Fortuna not to take a sense of humor: I was the one who initially lucky - and you! With all the ensuing consequences.

London - the place where it all began. Some eleven days ago, a naive young man, Brendan Prescott reverently looked upon this city and wanted to find happiness there. And what? All my life I longed to know the truth about who I am and where I came from. And now I'd give anything to turn back time and be a normal servant. Never belong to this world, where ladies of Royal blood betray to oblivion and censure, and of the kings courtiers bring to the altar of their own greed. In London, I await the answers to new questions, but whether they bring relief?

Fog shrouded the river Thames, the flimsy transparent veil. The day promised to be hot. In the distance, like a fairy tale of the beast in the morning sun loomed in London.

Appetite was not - and would it be available now? Nevertheless, I forced myself to eat. The body, in the end, is not to blame for my emotional turmoil.

Ironically he was trying to hide in the ruins of the Abbey, which once destroyed his father.

Better to remain a servant in the stables, a bastard and a foundling than to be born in secret, to grow in obscurity and to spend a lifetime in the shadow and fear, hiding from all the truth.

I need to know the whole truth. I had to understand and accept something vast and important. I owe it to myself - at least for those endless children's attempts to understand who I am. And I owe it to the woman that saved my life, Mrs. Alice.

- And anyway, it's not fair to question that someone had no clothes on.
Only just thought about it? she laughed. - We talk for half an hour.

These are the words of Cecil, and I don't like them. Be yourself, Prescott. I'd rather you remained so - daring, reckless, and determined to carry out his plan, whatever the price.

- Neither you nor Cecil simply left me no choice. I refuse to help you, and my body is already rotten to be on the bottom of the river.
- We always have a choice. You just choose what at the moment gives you more benefits.

Audacity and courage, Prescott, that helps to survive in the cesspool called life.

Other trust, rely upon it, he reveal his secrets, for each turn in the difficult moments.