Voice of Reasons

The chamber that served as Bobby Kestrel's private sanctuary didn't officially exist.

Located above what appeared to be a standard maritime supply shop in London's bustling port district, the room was concealed behind technological protections so far beyond Tudor-era understanding they might as well have been sorcery. A casual observer would see only a solid brick wall where the entrance actually stood. Even those who knew of the room's general location would find their minds subtly redirected, their attention sliding away from the concealed doorway as though repelled by invisible force.

The security measures weren't merely physical. Quantum-field dampeners prevented sound from escaping, while advanced surveillance systems alerted Bobby to any approach within fifty meters. Most impressively, the entire chamber existed in a state of partial phase-shift from normal spacetime--not quite in this reality, not quite outside it--rendering it completely undetectable to anyone without technology thousands of years beyond anything available in 16th century England.

Inside, the room presented a curious blend of Tudor aesthetics with subtle anachronistic elements that would have bewildered any period observer. The rich oak paneling and heavy tapestries appeared conventional enough, but the quality of light emanating from what seemed to be ordinary oil lamps possessed unnatural steadiness and clarity. The hearth burned without smoke or the need for regular tending, while the temperature remained perfectly regulated despite London's notoriously unpredictable weather.

Bobby sprawled in a high-backed leather chair near the blazing hearth, one boot propped casually against a small side table that held an ornate crystal decanter and several glasses. The liquid inside--a hyper-distilled spirit of his own creation rather than the watered-down ale or mediocre wine typically available in Tudor London--glowed amber in the firelight.

"To newly acquired nobility," he declared with sardonic humor, raising his glass toward the four men who shared the private chamber. "Apparently, I'm Baron Kestrel of fucking nowhere now."

Thomas Harker, the former court scribe who had died of anthrax poisoning before Bobby's serum resurrected him, raised his own glass with mechanical precision. "Congratulations on your elevation, Master Kestrel. Quite an achievement for a supposed merchant who manifested in England mere months ago."

Despite his reanimated status, Harker maintained the careful speech patterns and deferential manner that had characterized his previous position at court. His thin, scholarly face remained expressionless as he sipped the potent liquor, his body processing the alcohol with inhuman efficiency that prevented any intoxicating effect.

Bobby drained his glass in a single swallow, savoring the fiery liquid that represented one of the few substances capable of providing genuine physical sensation to his nanite-enhanced physiology. While his transformed body no longer required sustenance and processed conventional alcohol with such efficiency that intoxication proved impossible, this specialized spirit--distilled through methods centuries beyond Tudor capabilities--temporarily overwhelmed even his advanced metabolism's compensatory mechanisms.

"She signed the patent this morning," Bobby continued, refilling his glass with casual disregard for the liquid's extraordinary potency. "Barony centered on lands in Kent, with appropriate manorial rights and aristocratic privileges, all in recognition of my 'exceptional service to the Crown's commercial prosperity.'"

Edwin Frost leaned forward slightly, his gaunt features revealing no emotional response beyond programmed attentiveness. "The Queen appears increasingly invested in securing your permanent place at court, Master Kestrel. Her enthusiasm seems to extend beyond mere appreciation for commercial expertise."

"Invested," Bobby repeated with sharp laugh entirely lacking humor. "That's a diplomatic fucking way of describing a fourteen-year-old girl with obvious infatuation. The child practically vibrates when I enter the room."

Captain Simon Blackwood, whose drowned body had been among Bobby's first successful resurrections, cleared his throat with the careful precision of someone accustomed to navigating delicate conversations with superiors. "If I might speak plainly, sir, Her Majesty's... attachment... presents both opportunity and complication. The Queen's favor provides unparalleled access to court affairs, yet her growing personal interest creates dangerous vulnerability should Northumberland perceive threat to his son's betrothal."

"Speak plainly indeed," Bobby snorted, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. "The Queen wants to fuck me, Blackwood. Let's not mince words in private company."

Harrington--the only truly living man among Bobby's current voice of reasons --winced slightly at this crude characterization. Unlike the resurrected agents whose emotional responses had been muted by the resurrection process, Harrington maintained fully human sensibilities regarding propriety.

"Perhaps 'romantic attachment' might better describe Her Majesty's interest, sir," Harrington suggested delicately. "Lady Jane possesses scholarly passion well beyond her years. Her intellectual fascination with your knowledge has merely... evolved... in a direction not uncommon for young women of her age and circumstance."

Bobby fixed Harrington with a sardonic stare. "She asked if she could call me Robert in private. Wanted to know about my personal history, my family, all that intimate horseshit. The poor girl practically melts whenever I explain Greek philosophy. It's equal parts endearing and fucking uncomfortable."

He drained his second glass in a single swallow, grimacing as the potent spirit temporarily overwhelmed even his nanite-enhanced metabolism. "And let's not forget her little hypothetical about whether she'd surrender her crown to take my hand. Subtle as a fucking battering ram, that girl."

Frost regarded Bobby with the careful neutrality characteristic of the resurrected. "Her Majesty's position presents significant isolation despite her elevated status. Your willingness to engage her intellect without condescension has evidently created emotional attachment beyond scholarly appreciation."

"She's fourteen years old," Bobby emphasized, running fingers through his perfectly maintained dark hair in a gesture of genuine frustration. "Betrothed to Northumberland's insufferable prick of a son. Three weeks on the throne now with every day pushing us further from history as I know it. And more importantly, she's not the one I promised to put on the throne."

His gaze shifted toward the leaded glass windows, where London sprawled beneath the early summer evening. Somewhere beyond the city, Elizabeth Tudor waited in secured isolation, following his instructions to publicly accept Jane's legitimacy while privately maintaining future claim. The contradiction between his promise to Elizabeth and Jane's growing attachment represented increasingly problematic complication in an already complex situation.

"Elizabeth's dreams continue, I presume?" Harker inquired with scholarly precision, his former position as court scribe lending particular interest to such metaphysical matters. "Her message last week suggested increasing... vividness... regarding future events."

Bobby's expression shifted to something approaching genuine amusement. "Vividness is certainly one word for it. Her letter practically scorched the parchment with embarrassment. Apparently, I feature rather prominently in these prophetic episodes."

"May one inquire regarding the nature of these visions?" Frost asked with careful formality.

"Let's just say they involve activities entirely inappropriate for a Tudor princess to contemplate, much less describe in writing," Bobby replied with sardonic smile. "Though she took admirable care to couch the descriptions in scholarly language to maintain plausible deniability should the letter be intercepted. 'Intimate council of extraordinary nature' indeed."

Blackwood cleared his throat again, his weathered sailor's face maintaining careful neutrality despite the conversation's increasingly improper nature. "Two noble ladies of considerable beauty and intelligence, both demonstrating evident attachment to your person. Many men would consider such circumstance enviable rather than troublesome."

"Many men aren't trying to navigate a succession crisis that could plunge England into civil war," Bobby retorted, though without genuine anger. "Many men didn't promise to put a specific Tudor princess on the throne. And many men aren't billions fucking years old with physiology so far beyond human that meaningful physical relationship becomes technically impossible."

He gestured toward the map spread across the massive oak table dominating the chamber's center. Intricate markings indicated troop movements across East Anglia, where Mary Tudor's growing Catholic forces prepared to confront Northumberland's Protestant army.

"While I appreciate the entertaining distraction of Tudor princesses' romantic fantasies, we have slightly more pressing matters to address. Mary's forces have grown substantially over the past week. Northumberland mobilizes toward Norwich with approximately four thousand men. The situation approaches critical instability that threatens to undermine everything we've built."

Harrington moved to stand beside the map, his merchant's practical mind lending particular insight to the strategic situation. "Reports from our agents suggest Northumberland faces significant financial constraints despite his military advantage. Several noble houses have mysteriously delayed promised contributions to his campaign, creating unexpected supply difficulties."

"How mysterious indeed," Bobby remarked with exaggerated innocence that drew subtle smiles from his companions. His financial operations had systematically manipulated credit arrangements throughout London's aristocratic circles, creating cascading liquidity problems for Northumberland's supporters through seemingly unrelated commercial transactions.

"Additionally," Harrington continued, "three supply convoys intended for Northumberland's forward camp suffered unfortunate accidents along East Anglian roads. One wagon train encountered unexpected flooding that spoiled grain supplies, while another suffered broken axles in peculiarly coordinated fashion that delayed weapons delivery by nearly a week."

"Nature can be remarkably inconvenient," Bobby observed with mock solemnity, though everyone present understood these "accidents" represented precisely targeted interventions implemented through his reanimated agents and technological capabilities.

Harker consulted a leather-bound ledger with meticulous attention to detail. "Mary's situation improves correspondingly. Conservative Catholic nobility increasingly rally to her standard, providing both financing and military support. Her force now approaches three thousand men, with additional contingents arriving daily."

Bobby poured himself a third glass of the potent spirit, his expression shifting toward genuine frustration as he contemplated the evolving military situation. "Fucking religious zealotry. They'd rather slaughter each other over theological minutiae than address actual human suffering. I could end this nonsense in approximately thirty seconds."

He gestured vaguely skyward, where orbital platforms maintained constant surveillance while housing kinetic weapons systems capable of precisely targeted bombardment far beyond Tudor military capability. "One surgical strike on both command centers. Problem solved, succession crisis resolved, thousands of lives spared."

Frost regarded Bobby with careful neutrality that nevertheless conveyed subtle caution. "Such intervention might prove difficult to explain through conventional means, Master Kestrel. Even with your considerable influence, instantaneous destruction of both military commands might generate... uncomfortable questions... regarding causation."

"God's divine judgment," Bobby suggested with sarcastic smile. "Always a convenient explanation in this backwards era. 'The Lord smote them for their sinful pride.' These superstitious idiots would accept that explanation without blinking."

Harrington cleared his throat tentatively. "While divine intervention might indeed provide plausible explanation for common folk, sir, more sophisticated observers would inevitably seek alternative causation. The political implications of simultaneous leadership elimination would create vacuum potentially more destabilizing than current conflict."

Bobby sighed, acknowledging the validity in this assessment despite his frustration. "You're right, of course. Subtlety serves better than brute force in this particular situation, regardless of how satisfying it might be to simply obliterate these religious fanatics and let their mythical God sort out the theological implications."

"Perhaps more conventional methods might achieve similar objectives with less... conspicuous... intervention?" Blackwood suggested with the practical perspective his former naval command had cultivated. "Targeted elimination of key commanders through apparently natural means could disrupt military operations while avoiding suspicion of supernatural causation."

"What's the status on our friend Matthews?" Bobby inquired, changing direction with characteristic abruptness. "Northumberland's forger extraordinaire must be feeling rather precarious as the Duke consolidates power. Men with dangerous secrets rarely survive political transitions."

Harker consulted his meticulously maintained records before responding. "Matthews maintains his workshop near the Tower, though under increasingly strict observation by Northumberland's agents. He continues creating various official documents while displaying obvious nervous agitation regarding his previous... special commission."

"Poor bastard," Bobby remarked with genuine, if detached, sympathy. "His extraordinary talent delivers exactly what Northumberland wanted, yet ensures his eventual elimination as inconvenient witness. The Duke can't afford loose ends regarding the succession amendment--particularly one with Matthews' particular skills and knowledge."

He drummed fingers thoughtfully against the arm of his chair. "We should help expand Matthews' collection of interesting documents. Perhaps add some variations of Henry's will with subtle differences that might prove illuminating should someone like, say, William Cecil happen to discover them."

Frost regarded Bobby with careful assessment. "Creating additional documentary variations would suggest deliberate manipulation beyond simple forgery. The implications extend considerably beyond Northumberland's current vulnerability."

"Precisely," Bobby agreed with wolfish grin. "Forgery represents merely criminal deception. Evidence of systematic manipulation of royal succession documentation suggests treason of extraordinary magnitude extending potentially beyond Northumberland himself. Cecil serves both Jane officially and Elizabeth unofficially--I'm curious what he'll do with such revelation should it conveniently appear."

He rose from his chair with fluid grace that belied his apparent relaxation, moving to stand before the blazing hearth. "Arrange for Matthews to receive additional materials--parchment matching Henry's official documents, appropriate inks and seals, perhaps even sample signatures our forger friend might appreciate for his collection. Ensure these additions appear natural rather than deliberate provisioning."

"It shall be done, Master Kestrel," Harker acknowledged with precise nod that reflected his former scribal training. "Though perhaps I might inquire regarding ultimate objective? Should we ensure these documents suggest particular succession arrangement, or merely create general uncertainty regarding authentic royal intention?"

Bobby stared into the flames for long moment before responding. "Uncertainty serves our purposes more effectively than specific alternative. Let Cecil draw his own conclusions from documentary inconsistencies rather than directing him toward predetermined interpretation."

His gaze shifted toward the map where Mary and Northumberland's forces continued their inexorable movement toward confrontation. "Meanwhile, we should intensify our... assistance... regarding supply difficulties for Northumberland's army. Nothing obviously coordinated, but cumulative logistical failures that undermine military effectiveness without suggesting systematic sabotage."

"The recent rainfall provides excellent opportunity for additional unexpected flooding along critical supply routes," Blackwood observed with the practical assessment of experienced sailor. "Several bridges along the Norwich road could suffer structural compromise with minimal intervention, creating delays that appear entirely natural given seasonal conditions."

Bobby nodded approval at this suggestion. "Implement it. Also arrange contamination of specific supply wagons--nothing fatal but sufficiently debilitating to reduce fighting effectiveness. Spoiled provisions leading to widespread digestive distress creates military disadvantage that generates no suspicion beyond ordinary misfortune."

As his men continued discussing specific tactical interventions, Bobby returned to his chair, absently refilling his glass with the potent spirit. His thoughts shifted from immediate military concerns to the increasingly complicated situation regarding the two Tudor women whose futures had become entangled with his own.

"Jane asked me about my personal history today," he remarked suddenly, interrupting detailed discussion regarding bridge sabotage. "Wanted to know about my family, my past, all those inconvenient questions I can't possibly answer truthfully."

Harrington glanced up from the map, his living human perspective lending particular insight regarding emotional matters that the resurrected agents processed more mechanically. "Her Majesty's interest suggests genuine attachment beyond mere intellectual fascination. Such personal inquiry represents natural progression when romantic feelings develop."

"She's fourteen years old," Bobby repeated with mixture of exasperation and something approaching genuine concern. "Brilliant beyond measure, trapped in impossible political situation, desperately seeking connection with someone who treats her like actual person rather than walking womb for Tudor succession. I can't encourage this attachment regardless of how genuinely I respect her intellect."

"Yet you continue accepting her invitations for private consultation," Harrington observed with careful neutrality that nevertheless conveyed subtle assessment. "Including today's extended discussion regarding charitable initiatives that apparently evolved toward more personal matters."

Bobby shot him sharp look before reluctantly nodding acknowledgment. "Fair point. I maintain the arrangement because her scholarly perspective provides valuable insight regarding court dynamics while offering intelligence access impossible through conventional channels. The personal attachment represents unfortunate complication rather than objective."

"Of course, sir," Harrington replied with diplomatic precision that nevertheless suggested gentle skepticism regarding this rationalization. "Though one might observe that many intelligence sources exist within court circles without requiring direct personal engagement with the Queen herself."

"Are you suggesting I enjoy the girl's company, Harrington?" Bobby challenged, though without genuine anger. "That somehow I've developed reciprocal attachment to a fourteen-year-old child placed on throne through my own behind-the-scenes manipulation?"

"I would never presume such interpretation, Master Kestrel," Harrington replied with careful deference that nevertheless contained subtle affirmation. "Merely observing that Her Majesty's intellectual capabilities provide stimulation beyond merely strategic value, particularly given the relative scarcity of genuinely educated minds in current court circles."

Bobby stared into his glass, momentary vulnerability visible beneath his usual sardonic detachment. "She quoted Aristotle regarding natural order versus constructed hierarchy--completely unprompted, with perfect contextual application to current political circumstances. Fourteen years old, and she grasps political philosophy most adult scholars spend decades failing to properly comprehend."

His expression shifted toward something approaching genuine regret. "In another context, another situation entirely... she might have become extraordinary ruler with proper guidance. The Janean Renaissance rather than the Elizabethan Golden Age historically recorded."

"Yet you remain committed to Lady Elizabeth's eventual coronation," Frost observed with the direct precision characteristic of the resurrected. "Despite Queen Jane's evident intellectual capability and growing personal attachment."

"I made a promise," Bobby stated flatly, his expression hardening into familiar determination. "Elizabeth Tudor will wear England's crown, regardless of Jane's admittedly remarkable qualities or my personal assessment regarding their comparative capabilities."

He drained his glass, setting it down with deliberate finality. "Moreover, Jane's position remains fundamentally untenable given the forged amendment stripping both Mary and Elizabeth from succession. I've already kept her alive well beyond the nine days history originally allotted her. Each day she sits on that throne pushes us further from established patterns."

Harker studied Bobby with scholarly detachment. "You've previously suggested such established patterns represent merely quantum probabilities rather than predetermined certainties, Master Kestrel. Perhaps current alterations modify potential outcomes beyond original projections?"

Bobby shook his head decisively. "Elizabeth's dreams contain specific elements regarding Spanish armada and other historical events that align precisely with established timeline despite our interventions. The fundamental pattern remains intact despite temporary variations--Mary rules briefly, followed by Elizabeth's extended reign. Jane represents historical footnote regardless of her actual capabilities or my personal assessment thereof."

Blackwood leaned forward slightly, his weathered sailor's face revealing careful consideration before speaking. "Begging your pardon, Master Kestrel, but might one inquire whether certain... personal considerations... influence this assessment? Lady Elizabeth's dreams apparently contain elements of intimate nature regarding your future relationship, while Queen Jane presents more immediate but potentially complicated attachment."

Bobby's eyes narrowed dangerously, brief flicker of ancient power momentarily visible before his carefully maintained human facade reasserted itself. "You suggest I choose Elizabeth because her sexual fantasies appeal to me more than Jane's adolescent infatuation? That somehow I'm manipulating succession crisis based on which Tudor princess offers more appealing bedroom possibilities?"

"I would never suggest such base motivation, sir," Blackwood replied with unruffled calm despite the momentary display of inhuman power. "Merely inquiring whether emotional considerations might influence strategic calculation, given the complex nature of human relationships even for beings with your extraordinary perspective."

The tension hung between them momentarily before Bobby's expression softened into reluctant acknowledgment. "Fair question, Simon. Though to be clear, Elizabeth's dreams reflect quantum probabilities rather than my personal design. Whatever relationship they suggest develops from temporal convergence rather than my deliberate manipulation."

He rose again, moving restlessly about the chamber as he continued this unusually candid assessment. "And yes, I find Jane's intellectual capability genuinely appealing despite her youth. In different circumstances, different timeline entirely, she might have become extraordinary partner in transforming England from medieval backwater to scientific powerhouse centuries ahead of historical progression."

"Yet you remain committed to Elizabeth's path," Frost observed quietly.

"I made a promise," Bobby repeated with finality that discouraged further discussion on this particular subject. "But more importantly, the temporal energy accumulation accelerates with each significant historical alteration. Major deviation from established patterns--like permanent establishment of Jane's reign rather than progression through Mary to Elizabeth--would potentially trigger displacement before completing necessary scientific foundation."

This oblique reference to the quantum temporal displacement that would eventually tear him from this timeline--just as it had ripped him from Galea and Eden--momentarily silenced even his well-learnted men, who understood the broad implications if not the specific mechanics of his transient existence across quantum realities.

"Now," Bobby said briskly, deliberately changing subject from these more philosophical considerations. "What news regarding our friend Cecil? His position serving both Jane officially and Elizabeth unofficially creates particular strategic value given his natural caution regarding political alignment."

"Master Cecil maintains careful balance between current service to the crown and future positioning," Harker reported with the precise assessment his former court position facilitated. "His correspondence with Lady Elizabeth remains circumspect yet substantive, providing practical counsel regarding her public positioning while maintaining plausible deniability should such communication be discovered."

"And he's been asking questions about our friend Matthews?" Bobby inquired, a sly smile forming. "As we hoped he would?"

Harker nodded, consulting his notes. "Indeed, sir. Master Cecil has made several discreet inquiries regarding Matthews' workshop location and recent activities. Additionally, Lady Elizabeth's own agents have been observed in vicinity of Tower district with apparent interest in similar information."

"Excellent," Bobby approved with evident satisfaction. "Elizabeth knows enough about Matthews to recognize his significance once Cecil uncovers his workshop. Her own resources seeking him independently confirms her initiative beyond merely following instructions."

"The charitable initiatives?" Bobby inquired, shifting toward matters closer to his scientific advancement objectives. "The poor relief operations provide cover for introducing certain... innovations... that otherwise might attract uncomfortable scrutiny."

Harrington consulted separate ledger containing detailed accounting of Bobby's extensive public welfare programs. "The medical compounds distributed through parish networks continue demonstrating remarkable effectiveness against recent contagions. Death rates have declined approximately sixty percent in areas receiving regular administration, with particularly notable results among children and elderly populations."

"Good," Bobby acknowledged with genuine satisfaction that transcended mere strategic calculation. "Whatever else happens, those lives saved represent concrete improvement regardless of ultimate political outcomes."

His gaze shifted toward the windows where London sprawled beneath the summer evening, thousands of lives continuing in blissful ignorance of the extraordinary being whose interventions systematically transformed their existence across multiple domains.

"The nobles continue defaulting on their loans?" he asked, returning to financial matters with characteristic abruptness. "Particularly those supporting Northumberland's military adventure?"

"With increasing frequency," Harrington confirmed with evident satisfaction despite his careful formality. "The Earl of Bedford faces imminent financial collapse following your systematic acquisition of his outstanding debts through proxies. Three other significant Northumberland supporters similarly approach insolvency as coordinated credit restrictions undermine their liquidity precisely when military contributions strain their resources."

"Excellent," Bobby approved, returning to the map where Mary and Northumberland's forces continued their movement toward inevitable confrontation. "Financial pressure combined with logistical complications should significantly degrade the Duke's military effectiveness without suggesting coordinated sabotage. Mary's Catholic supporters gain corresponding advantage while remaining ignorant of our behind-the-scenes assistance."

"May one inquire regarding ultimate objective in current military situation?" Frost asked with careful formality. "Does Master Kestrel seek specific outcome regarding confrontation between Northumberland and Lady Mary's forces?"

Bobby studied the map thoughtfully before responding. "Balance serves our purposes most effectively. Neither side should achieve decisive victory that eliminates opposition entirely. Protracted conflict weakens both Catholic and extreme Protestant factions while creating space for eventually presenting Elizabeth as moderate alternative acceptable to exhausted populace seeking stability."

"A war of attrition rather than decisive engagement," Blackwood observed with professional assessment born of naval command experience. "Consuming resources and enthusiasm without producing clear victor or resolution."

"Precisely," Bobby confirmed. "Let the extremists exhaust themselves fighting over theological minutiae while we quietly build foundation for scientific rationality that eventually displaces religious fervor entirely."

His expression hardened into momentary genuine disgust rarely displayed even in private. "Countless years of witnessing countless civilizations, and still these humans slaughter each other over competing imaginary sky fathers. Technology that could eliminate disease and hunger diverted toward increasingly efficient killing machines justified through elaborate mythological structures."

The uncharacteristically direct criticism of human religious belief--spoken with unusual emotional intensity--momentarily silenced his companions, who recognized rare genuine frustration breaking through Bobby's typically sardonic detachment.

After momentary brooding silence, Harrington cleared his throat tentatively. "Perhaps, sir, given current tensions, you might appreciate... companionship... this evening? Lady Howard has sent three messages this week expressing particular desire for your attendance. The Countess of Pembroke likewise indicates availability should your schedule permit private consultation."

Bobby's dark mood broke suddenly as startled laugh escaped him. "Subtle as always, Harrington. Sexual relief as tension management strategy--perfectly rational approach to biological organisms experiencing stress response."

"One merely observes that certain highborn ladies have expressed particular interest in your company, sir," Harrington replied with carefully maintained formality that nevertheless contained hint of genuine concern for his employer's wellbeing. "Lady Howard specifically mentioned 'exceptional satisfaction' regarding previous private discussions."

"I bet she did," Bobby remarked with sardonic amusement. "Considering her husband's legendary inadequacy in marital duties. The man spends more time with his hunting dogs than his wife--can hardly blame her seeking alternative arrangements."

He contemplated the suggestion with genuine consideration despite his initial sarcasm. The aristocratic women who had become occasional sexual partners served multiple strategic purposes beyond mere physical release--providing valuable intelligence regarding their husbands' political machinations, creating useful connections across factional lines, maintaining his cover as conventional wealthy merchant with normal human appetites.

"Not tonight," he decided finally. "The Barony requires attention beyond merely accepting the title. Since Her Majesty has granted extensive lands in Kent, we should implement appropriate development plans consonant with our broader objectives."

Frost nodded with programmed efficiency that nevertheless contained genuine consideration. "The agricultural innovations introduced at your Bristol properties could be expanded through this new acquisition. Crop rotation methods and targeted fertilization techniques have demonstrated significant yield improvements without suggesting supernatural intervention."

"Agricultural advancement represents worthy investment," Bobby acknowledged, though his expression suggested something more ambitious had captured his imagination. "Though I'm considering alternative application for portions of the property. Perhaps extensive library and scholarly center dedicated to scientific observation and experimental methodology?"

Harker raised eyebrow in subtle indication of skepticism unusual among the resurrected. "Such establishment might attract particular attention from certain scholarly-minded individuals, sir. Including Her Majesty, whose intellectual interests align precisely with such institution."

"Pure coincidence," Bobby replied with unconvincing innocence that drew knowing looks from his companions. "The advancement of scientific methodology serves England's broader prosperity while establishing foundation for subsequent technological development. Any royal interest simply demonstrates appropriate appreciation for intellectual advancement."

"Of course, sir," Harrington agreed with diplomatic gravity that nevertheless contained subtle amusement. "The Queen's potential attraction to such scholarly establishment represents entirely secondary consideration to its inherent scientific value."

Bobby shot him irritated glance, though without genuine anger. "Your point is acknowledged, Harrington. Though I maintain that scientific advancement serves legitimate priority regardless of any... personal complications... it might incidentally create."

He moved to stand before the map again, deliberately redirecting conversation toward strategic matters rather than his potentially contradictory motivations regarding the proposed scholarly institution. "Now, regarding Northumberland's supply lines--I want coordinated but seemingly unrelated complications implemented within three days. Nothing obviously artificial, but cumulative difficulties that systematically degrade military effectiveness without suggesting deliberate sabotage."

As detailed tactical discussion resumed, Bobby found his thoughts unexpectedly returning to Jane's earnest questions about his personal history. Her genuine intellectual curiosity--unstained by the calculated political maneuvering that characterized Elizabeth's more sophisticated approach--had touched something unexpected within him despite his determination to maintain appropriate distance.

Was Harrington right? Was he unconsciously creating situations that facilitated continued connection with the young queen despite the obvious complications such attachment created? The scholarly institute would indeed attract Jane's interest given her passion for intellectual exploration beyond Tudor-era limitations. Was that genuine coincidence, or subconscious desire to maintain connection with the one mind at court capable of appreciating knowledge beyond conventional boundaries?

More troublingly, what of Blackwood's carefully phrased question regarding Elizabeth's prophetic dreams? Did their explicit nature influence his commitment to her eventual coronation despite Jane's demonstrable intellectual gifts? Did the promise of future intimate relationship--regardless of its quantum probability rather than guaranteed manifestation--affect his strategic calculations in ways he hadn't consciously acknowledged?

Bobby pushed these uncomfortable questions aside, focusing instead on immediate tactical matters regarding bridge sabotage and supply contamination. The inner motives driving immortal beings with abilities beyond human comprehension represented complex territory even for his self-analysis--particularly given the emotional complications inherent in forming genuine connections across such vast experiential divide.

"Three days," he repeated, forcing his thoughts back to immediate strategic concerns. "Coordinated but seemingly unrelated difficulties that degrade Northumberland's military position without suggesting deliberate intervention. Meanwhile, ensure Cecil receives anonymous information regarding Matthews' expanded document collection, with particular emphasis on materials suggesting systematic manipulation rather than simple forgery."

As the men nodded acknowledgment of these directives, Bobby returned to contemplating the map where Mary and Northumberland's forces continued their movement toward confrontation that would ultimately reshape England's religious and political landscape. Regardless of temporary complications or personal attachments, the fundamental pattern remained intact despite their interventions--Mary would rule briefly, followed by Elizabeth's extended reign, precisely as historical record indicated and prophetic dreams confirmed.

Jane represented historical footnote regardless of her remarkable intellectual gifts or growing personal attachment. The thought created unexpected discomfort despite Bobby's billions of years witnessing countless civilizations rise and fall, innumerable individual lives blooming briefly before inevitable extinction. Something about the young queen's earnest brilliance trapped within impossible political circumstance touched even his ancient perspective in ways he hadn't anticipated when orchestrating her elevation to temporary power.

"Are you quite well, sir?" Harrington inquired gently, evidently noticing Bobby's uncharacteristic distraction despite his attempt at concealing these uncomfortable reflections.

"Perfectly fine," Bobby replied with deliberate casualness that nevertheless failed to completely mask his underlying preoccupation. "Simply calculating probabilities regarding multiple converging factors."

Harrington nodded acceptance of this explanation despite obvious skepticism regarding its completeness. Unlike the resurrected agents whose programmed loyalty precluded questioning their master's statements, Harrington maintained human perspective that recognized emotional complexity beyond mere tactical assessment.

"The lands in Kent offer considerable opportunity beyond merely agricultural improvement or scholarly establishment," Harrington observed carefully, providing seeming distraction from whatever troubled thoughts had momentarily captured Bobby's attention. "Perhaps housing development for displaced workers affected by recent economic disruptions? Many families suffer dislocation as traditional crafts give way to more efficient manufacturing methods."

Bobby seized this suggestion with evident relief at the conversational redirection. "Excellent proposal, Harrington. Planned community incorporating improved sanitation and structural design while maintaining plausible Tudor-era aesthetics. Nothing obviously anachronistic, but significant quality-of-life improvements through seemingly conventional innovations."

His genuine enthusiasm for this humanitarian project momentarily displaced the uncomfortable questions regarding Jane and Elizabeth that had briefly disturbed his tactical focus. Whatever complex motives might unconsciously influence his interactions with the Tudor women, the concrete improvement of common citizens' living conditions represented unambiguously positive outcome regardless of ultimate political developments.

"Implement preliminary surveys immediately," Bobby directed, his characteristic decisiveness returning as humanitarian objectives displaced personal complications. "Design parameters should balance significant quality improvement against plausible contemporary implementation. Nothing that suggests capabilities beyond historical context, but systematic enhancements through seemingly logical innovation."

As detailed discussion regarding housing development continued, Bobby found his equilibrium gradually returning through focus on concrete objectives rather than uncomfortable emotional complications. The housing project represented exactly the kind of intervention he had originally intended when promising Elizabeth to foster scientific development during her eventual reign--practical improvement in human welfare through rational innovation rather than mystical superstition.

Jane would indeed appreciate such development--her scholarly mind naturally grasping connections between improved living conditions and broader societal advancement that most Tudor aristocrats ignored in favor of theological obsession.

Elizabeth would recognize its political value--improved conditions for common citizens creating popular support that strengthened royal authority against aristocratic challenge.

That both women would approve such initiative for different reasons represented perfect harmonization of their distinct perspectives despite their theoretical opposition in succession crisis. The thought created momentary amusement that gradually evolved toward genuine appreciation for how these remarkable Tudor women--despite their different ages, positions, and approaches--both demonstrated capacity for governance beyond typical limitations of their historical context.

"Implement comprehensive planning for all three initiatives," Bobby decided suddenly, interrupting detailed discussion regarding sanitation improvements. "Agricultural enhancement, scholarly institution, and housing development--balanced implementation across the Kent properties utilizing distinct administrative structures to maintain appearance of separate initiatives despite coordinated underlying management."

His men exchanged momentary glances at this comprehensive approach that significantly exceeded initial discussion scope. While Bobby's operations typically maintained careful separation between different domains to avoid suggesting centralized control beyond plausible merchant capability, this directive indicated unusual willingness to accept potential scrutiny for sake of accelerated implementation.

"Such comprehensive development might attract attention beyond merely local authorities, sir," Harker observed with the careful precision of his former court position. "Three major initiatives simultaneously implemented within single geographic region suggests coordination exceeding typical merchant operations regardless of newly acquired nobility."

"Let them notice," Bobby replied with uncharacteristic directness that suggested shifting priorities beyond merely maintaining plausible cover. "The quantum temporal energy accumulates regardless of our precautions. Better to implement meaningful improvements while opportunity remains than maintain perfect historical consistency at expense of genuine human welfare."

This unusually explicit reference to his inevitable displacement--normally avoided--created momentary silence as his companions absorbed its implications. Bobby's typical operations maintained careful balance between historical intervention and plausible deniability, avoiding attention that might compromise long-term objectives. This sudden willingness to accept scrutiny for sake of accelerated implementation suggested changing calculation regarding available timeline before displacement occurred.

"As you wish, Master Kestrel," Frost acknowledged with careful neutrality that nevertheless contained subtle concern regarding this strategic shift. "Though perhaps phased implementation might achieve similar objectives while generating less immediate attention from authorities extending beyond local jurisdiction."

Bobby considered this suggestion with evident reluctance to modify his comprehensive approach, before finally nodding grudging acceptance. "Reasonable compromise. Begin with agricultural improvements as most conventional development, followed by housing project once initial work demonstrates visible success. The scholarly institution can proceed more gradually as extension of existing charitable activities rather than entirely new initiative."

As implementation details continued with characteristic thoroughness, Bobby found himself returning to the nagging question that had momentarily disrupted his tactical focus. Was he unconsciously creating situations that facilitated continued connection with Jane despite the obvious complications such attachment created? Did her earnest brilliance trapped within impossible political circumstance affect his judgment despite billions of years witnessing countless civilizations rise and fall?

More importantly, what of his promise to Elizabeth? The Tudor princess waited in secured isolation, following his instructions precisely despite initial resistance, trusting his extraordinary capabilities would eventually secure her coronation as her prophetic dreams consistently showed. Did Jane's unexpected intellectual connection threaten that commitment despite his insistence otherwise?

"You seem troubled, sir," Harrington observed quietly while others continued detailed discussion regarding agricultural implementation. "Perhaps more than merely tactical considerations occupy your thoughts this evening?"

Bobby regarded him with momentary sharp assessment before his expression softened into reluctant acknowledgment. Unlike the resurrected agents whose programmed loyalty eliminated genuine emotional complexity, Harrington's living human perspective provided valuable counterbalance to Bobby's increasingly detached calculation after billions of years existence.

"The girl deserves better than what history provides," he admitted in voice pitched below others' hearing. "I've already kept her alive three weeks beyond her historical nine-day reign, but ultimately that's just postponing the inevitable. She shouldn't die in Tower at seventeen after being manipulated by men who never recognized her extraordinary potential."

"History can be remarkably unkind to exceptional individuals born outside their proper time," Harrington observed with careful neutrality that nevertheless contained genuine compassion. "Though perhaps your intervention already modifies her circumstances beyond original historical trajectory?"

Bobby considered this possibility with uncharacteristic hopefulness that momentarily displaced his usual sardonic detachment. Jane's growing intellectual independence from Northumberland's influence--partially cultivated through their scholarly discussions--might potentially create opportunity for different outcome than historically recorded, even while maintaining Elizabeth's eventual coronation as promised.

"Perhaps," he acknowledged with unusual openness to possibilities beyond predetermined calculation. "Though fundamental patterns resist modification regardless of local interventions. Mary's Catholic restoration followed by Elizabeth's Protestant settlement represents critical historical progression with implications extending far beyond merely personal circumstances."

Harrington studied him with subtle assessment unusual for servant addressing master, regardless of their unique relationship. "If I might observe, sir--your attachment to Lady Elizabeth appears grounded primarily in strategic calculation and formal commitment, while Queen Jane elicits more personal response despite rational recognition of her temporary historical significance."

The observation--cutting uncomfortably close to Bobby's private reflections--momentarily tightened his expression before reluctant acknowledgment softened his features. "Jane engages intellectually without political calculation that perpetually colors Elizabeth's interactions. The difference between genuine scholarly passion and strategic deployment of intellectual capacity for political advantage."

"Both approaches offer value in appropriate context," Harrington suggested carefully. "Strategic calculation serves effective governance during turbulent periods, while intellectual passion drives innovation beyond immediate political necessity."

Bobby nodded thoughtful agreement with this balanced assessment. "Elizabeth will make extraordinary queen precisely because she combines both capacities in effective balance. Her strategic calculation ensures survival through immediate crisis while underlying intellectual capability drives eventual innovation once security permits."

His expression shifted toward genuine regret. "Jane possesses similarly balanced potential, though with emphasis inverted--intellectual passion dominating while strategic capability develops through experience. Given time and proper guidance, she might have achieved governance harmonizing both domains with remarkable effectiveness."

"Yet time represents precisely what historical context denies her," Harrington observed quietly.

"Historically a mere nine days as queen," Bobby agreed with sudden bitterness unusual even in their private conversations. "We've already pushed that to three weeks, but ultimately her fate seems sealed. Extraordinary mind trapped in puppet performance orchestrated by ambitious men incapable of recognizing her genuine capabilities beyond merely symbolic deployment for their political advantage."

This uncharacteristically emotional assessment--revealing genuine attachment beyond merely strategic calculation--created momentary silence between them while nearby discussion regarding agricultural implementation continued without interruption. Bobby rarely displayed such personal investment in individual humans given his billions of years witnessing countless civilizations rise and fall across multiple realities.

"Perhaps alternative outcome remains possible despite historical precedent?" Harrington suggested with careful optimism that nevertheless avoided direct contradiction of Bobby's established timeline regarding Mary and Elizabeth's successive reigns. "Not necessarily maintaining the throne, but survival beyond historically recorded execution?"

Bobby looked at Harrington with a raised eyebrow, momentarily intrigued by the suggestion. "Been reading my personal notes again, have you? Clever bastard." He poured himself another drink, swirling the amber liquid thoughtfully.

Harrington maintained a carefully neutral expression. "One develops certain insights when responsible for maintaining your chambers, sir. Documents occasionally require... organizing."

"Organizing," Bobby repeated with a snort. "That's a diplomatic way of saying you snoop through my shit when I'm not looking."

"I prefer 'attentive stewardship'," Harrington replied with the faintest hint of a smile.

Bobby laughed, genuinely amused by his living servant's audacity. Unlike the resurrected agents whose programmed loyalty prevented such impertinence, Harrington maintained the independence of thought that made him simultaneously valuable and occasionally irritating.

"Tell me something, Harrington," Bobby said, suddenly serious. "If you had a choice—truly a choice—would you have chosen to become what you are now? My servant, privy to things no human should know, caught between worlds?"

Harrington considered the question with genuine thoughtfulness. "I would choose to live, sir, regardless of the circumstances. And I count myself fortunate that my service belongs to someone who values intellect rather than mere obedience."

"Diplomatic answer," Bobby observed, though not unkindly.

"The only kind worth giving to beings who could reduce me to atoms with a thought," Harrington replied with surprising candor.

Bobby laughed again, raising his glass in acknowledgment. "History is written by the winners, gentlemen," he addressed the room at large. "And we're actively rewriting it as we speak. I've been fucking with the timeline since the moment I answered Elizabeth's call. Had I not, she would have been raped and murdered in that chapel. This world's history already diverged from the one I learned about."

Frost tilted his head slightly, processing this information with the methodical precision characteristic of the resurrected. "May one inquire whether your interest in preserving Queen Jane extends beyond merely strategic calculation, Master Kestrel? Your discussions of her intellectual capabilities suggest personal appreciation exceeding typical operational assessment."

"Blunt as a fucking cudgel, aren't you?" Bobby remarked, though without genuine anger. "Yes, fine. I've developed a certain... fondness for the girl. Fourteen years old and quoting Aristotle with perfect contextual application. Do you know how rare that kind of mind is in any era, let alone this backward religious cesspit?"

"And perhaps," Harker suggested carefully, "there is the matter of your promise that 'under different circumstances, your hands might join in ways currently impossible.' A rather poetic suggestion for one typically favoring direct communication."

"Christ, you people remember everything," Bobby muttered, downing his drink in a single swallow. "Yes, I made certain implications. The girl was practically vibrating with adolescent infatuation—I needed to acknowledge her feelings without encouraging them."

"Of course, sir," Blackwood agreed with perfect composure that nevertheless contained subtle amusement. "Purely strategic communication rather than genuine reciprocal attachment."

"Are you laughing at me, Simon?" Bobby demanded, fixing the former sailor with a penetrating stare.

"I wouldn't presume, Master Kestrel," Blackwood replied evenly. "Though one might observe that for a being who has witnessed galaxies form and die, your discomfort regarding a young queen's attachment suggests unexpected vulnerability."

"Fuck off, all of you," Bobby said without heat. "Next you'll be suggesting I've developed feelings for Elizabeth based on her increasingly explicit dreams."

"The thought never crossed our minds, sir," Harrington assured him with such perfect innocence that everyone in the room, including Bobby, broke into laughter.

As their amusement subsided, Bobby refilled his glass, studying the amber liquid thoughtfully. "History follows certain patterns regardless of individual interventions. Fundamental events like Mary's Catholic restoration and Elizabeth's Protestant settlement represent critical progressions with implications extending beyond personal circumstances."

"Yet you yourself have repeatedly stated that such patterns represent quantum probabilities rather than predetermined certainties," Harker observed with scholarly precision. "Perhaps Jane Grey's historical 'footnote' status might be modified while maintaining Elizabeth's eventual coronation?"

Bobby leaned back in his chair, considering this possibility with uncharacteristic openness. "What are you suggesting? That we arrange Jane's escape to the Continent once Northumberland's position collapses? Create new identity for a brilliant young woman who technically never existed in the first place?"

"The forged amendment creating her claim could be matched with equally convincing documentation regarding her death," Frost suggested with pragmatic assessment. "While the actual young woman continues existence elsewhere under different identity."

"History records her execution in February 1554 after Wyatt's Rebellion provided final excuse," Bobby mused, warming to the possibility despite his usual cynicism. "The historical Jane Grey was seventeen when she died—a pointless waste of extraordinary potential."

"And your extraordinary capabilities could certainly arrange convincing substitution," Blackwood observed cautiously. "Though perhaps best not to explore specifics in current company."

Bobby shot him a warning look. "Careful, Simon. Even walls have ears in Tudor England." He gestured vaguely around the secured chamber, implying but not explicitly stating the advanced technologies protecting their conversation.

"A card game might provide welcome diversion from such weighty matters," Harrington suggested, recognizing Bobby's need to shift away from topics approaching his more extraordinary capabilities. "Though I confess little enthusiasm for competing against someone who can likely calculate precise probability distributions instantly."

Bobby grinned wolfishly. "I promise to lose occasionally to maintain the illusion of fair competition."

"How gracious," Harrington replied dryly.

As Blackwood produced a deck of cards from a nearby drawer, Bobby found his thoughts returning to Jane Grey despite his attempt at distraction. The young queen's earnest brilliance contrasted sharply with Elizabeth's calculated manipulation, creating unexpected emotional complication for a being who had witnessed countless civilizations rise and fall.

"What's truly amusing," Bobby observed as cards were dealt with careful precision, "is that Jane isn't even married to Guilford yet, despite Northumberland's arrangements. The political betrothal remains unconsummated while the Duke consolidates power through other mechanisms."

"A fortunate circumstance should alternative arrangements become necessary," Frost noted with careful neutrality that nevertheless contained subtle assessment of Bobby's underlying interest.

"I'm not fucking a fourteen-year-old, if that's what you're implying," Bobby snapped with sudden irritation. "My interest remains intellectual despite the girl's unfortunate infatuation."

"No one suggested otherwise, sir," Harrington assured him quickly, though the exchange of glances between the resurrected agents suggested less charitable interpretation of their master's defensiveness.

"Elizabeth's experiences at least approach adulthood," Bobby continued, seemingly unaware of how his continued justification undermined his claim of purely intellectual interest. "Seventeen presents significantly different developmental context than fourteen, regardless of intellectual precocity."

"Of course, sir," Harrington agreed with diplomatic gravity that nevertheless contained subtle amusement at Bobby's unnecessary elaboration. "The distinction represents critical ethical consideration regardless of Tudor-era marriage practices."

Bobby shot him a suspicious look before turning attention to his cards with deliberate focus that fooled no one regarding his continued preoccupation. "Jane deserves better than history provides," he muttered, almost to himself. "Extraordinary mind wasted for theological politics she barely participated in beyond symbolic deployment."

"Perhaps ensuring her survival represents worthy objective regardless of immediate political outcomes," Harrington suggested carefully, rearranging his cards with exaggerated attention that provided cover for this philosophical observation. "Some individuals transcend mere historical significance through inherent potential that deserves preservation."

Bobby studied him with momentary intensity before his expression softened into something approaching genuine appreciation. "For a human with barely half-century of existence, Harrington, you occasionally demonstrate wisdom beyond your laughably brief lifespan."

"One tries, sir," Harrington replied with modest inclination of his head that nevertheless contained evident satisfaction at this rare compliment.

Their card game proceeded with comfortable familiarity, the men exchanging observations regarding court developments and commercial operations while carefully avoiding further direct reference to Bobby's potential plans regarding Jane Grey's historical fate. Despite his promise to occasionally lose, Bobby won seven consecutive hands with such perfect strategy that his companions eventually exchanged resigned glances.

"Perhaps we might increase the stakes?" Blackwood suggested with the calculating assessment of experienced sailor accustomed to shipboard gambling. "Since Master Kestrel's victory appears inevitable regardless of our efforts."

"What stakes would interest being of your extraordinary capabilities?" Harrington asked Bobby directly, setting aside his clearly hopeless hand with good-natured resignation.

Bobby considered the question with exaggerated thoughtfulness. "Information," he decided with sudden mischievous gleam. "Each loss requires truthful answer to personal question regardless of typical discretion."

Frost raised eyebrow in subtle indication of surprise unusual among the resurrected. "One imagines such arrangement creates potential vulnerability that exceeds typical operational parameters, Master Kestrel."

"Live a little, Edwin," Bobby replied with sardonic smile at his inadvertently ironic phrasing given Frost's technically deceased status. "What's existence without occasional entertaining risk?"

As cards were reshuffled and dealt with careful precision, Bobby found himself genuinely enjoying the comfortable camaraderie that had developed among his unusual household. Despite the vast gulf separating his ancient existence from their limited perspectives, something approaching genuine connection had formed through their shared work and private interactions.

Perhaps similar connection might be preserved with Jane despite history's cruel requirements? The thought created unexpected warmth within Bobby's carefully maintained detachment—possibility that extraordinary mind might continue development beyond the historical footnote of nine-day queen followed by Tower execution.

Elizabeth would have her throne, as promised. The fundamental pattern remained intact despite their interventions—Mary's Catholic restoration followed by Elizabeth's Protestant settlement, precisely as historical record indicated and prophetic dreams confirmed.

But perhaps Jane Grey might escape her historically recorded fate through mechanisms beyond Tudor comprehension or historical documentation. The possibility created unexpected hope within Bobby's ancient perspective—small victory against predetermined patterns that had dictated countless lives across billions of years he had witnessed.

The cards were dealt, the game resumed, and Bobby allowed himself rare moment of genuine optimism regarding potential alteration to established historical pattern. After all, he had always enjoyed fucking with fate whenever possible. And saving brilliant young woman from historically pointless execution represented particularly satisfying intervention against predetermined destiny.