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‘No, you misunderstand me. I don’t want him stripped of his title. He’s to receive a full pardon and so it’s only right he retains his earldom. TheTudor Kings’ Manuscriptwas his handiwork, and by the grace of God, my sweet Jane will soon bless me with our first Tudor boy, heir to my throne. I won’t blight our chances by tempting fate and not rewarding Cavendish justly for his efforts. The good lord does keep a watchful eye on such matters, and you can’t be too careful. I’ve erred in judgement too many times and paid the price with my doomed marriages. I will not make the same error with dear Jane. I demand a fresh start.’
‘Very well, Your Majesty. Your wishes shall be respected.’
The king rose and limped from the room in search of his new queen. Cromwell breathed a sigh of relief. The king was becoming more and more irascible by the day. He looked out of the window and planned how he would break the news to the council, that their latest victim was to be spared. They were a bloodthirsty crew who didn’t like to be denied their day of judgement.
Cara and Edward rode to Tower Hill where they were due to meet Swifty to hear the latest news from George.
York, present day
Cara tried to summon all of her power to remain in Tudorville, but it was no good. Once again, she found herself in the future. Back in a bleak world with no George. There was no point fighting reality. She rushed up the steps to Sylvia’s office, two at a time.
‘How are you, my dear?’ Sylvia stretched out her hand to clasp Cara’s, and then they hugged. ‘You look out of puff. Let me get you a glass of water.’
‘I’m sorry it’s always an emergency when I book in with you! Hopefully one day I’ll be able to come and see you just for the fun of it.’ Cara rolled her eyes and smiled in the way of an apology as she accepted the glass of water and took a quick gulp.
‘No problem, emergency is the nature of my calling. I’m intrigued to hear the latest. What’s going on?’
‘So much has happened since our last reading, I’m not sure I’d know where to begin; we’d need a couple of days.’
Sylvia beckoned Cara to take a seat, and leaned forward, eager to hear more. She thought herself truly blessed to have the best job in the world.
Cara filled Sylvia in on the situation with George, how his life was at stake in Tudorville and how she’d returned to find he had disappeared from the present-day timeline.
The psychic’s eyes widened. Cara was the most fascinating client who had walked through her door in the twenty-five years she’d been in the business.
‘So you see, I’m desperate for any guidance you can give me. I need to save George from execution so he won’t be deleted fromthe future. What I’d like to know is if you can see anything that I’m missing. It’s all so confusing; I’m sure I don’t see everything. I woke up this morning thinking about you, wondering if there’s anything you can tell me that will help me to save us all from disaster.’
‘Let’s do a reading and see what the cards tell us. This situation is way beyond my tiny mind. We need all angels on deck.’
Cara nodded. As ridiculous as calling on angels seemed, she was grateful for any divine assistance they could summon.
Sylvia shuffled the cards. ‘I’m using a blend of decks.’
Cara clasped her hands together. She was becoming quite familiar with the cards, and a sense of peace descended on her as she watched Sylvia’s hypnotic hand movements.
Since meeting George she’d begun to accept that divine assistance was always available and it wasn’t down to her to make everything happen. It was a new worldview, and it gave her comfort.
‘Angel Gabriel is present with us today. He has something to tell you,’ said Sylvia as she laid out the cards one by one onto the shiny, wooden desk between them.
Cara’s chest tightened as she tried to breathe normally. She waited, her heart pounding.
‘It’s a warning. This card indicates that all is not as it seems.’
‘You can say that again,’ said Cara. She took a deep breath and giggled. ‘Sorry I’m nervous. Please go on.’
‘I’m getting the message loud and clear that you must tread lightly and go slowly. You believe one thing is the case, but it’s untrue. By taking the wrong action, you will cause irreparable damage.’
Cara pondered the card, unsure what to make of it. Their whole future depended on her not messing this up. She would either save George or leave him for dead if her plan wasn’tsuccessful. What other option could there possibly be? What was she not seeing?
‘This next card indicates the depth of your Twin Flame connection. But there’s more. I can’t decipher the exact meaning, but the spread would seem to indicate that you and George are more than uni-level Twin Flames. But. . .’ Sylvia paused, her eyes closed again as she swayed gently and surrendered herself to the experience.
Cara could feel the energy swirling around them, and she felt herself slip into a light trance. The air was warm, not freezing, like when she entered the vortex.
‘I’m receiving a message that you are multi-generational Twin Flames. This is a rare phenomenon. I’ve never heard of it before, but it makes sense given your two shared timelines.’
‘I see,’ said Cara. Not really seeing at all but hoping to make sense of the jumble of Sylvia’s insights.
‘What about saving George? Do you see it is possible to restore him to the present day?’
