"I did not write that letter." Theodora said.
"It bears your hand."
"It is forged."
"Is it?" Geoffrey demanded. "How interesting. Forged handwriting seems to have become a fashionable entertainment in Whitehall."
Theodora's lips thinned.
"Mistress Joan will be questioned," he said. "Her testimony will be placed before the council. If she received instructions, she will say from whom. Unlike your charming habit of issuing death by implication, I intend to use facts."
"You self-righteous fool."
Geoffrey stared at her with open disgust. "I cannot believe your stupidity, Your Grace. Do you realise the position you have put the Crown in? Do you understand even half of what you risked? Do you have any sense at all?"
"She is dangerous to my son."
"So are you."
"You will regret this," she said softly. "You will regret this, Lord Langford. I will make certain of it."
