Another historical/gothic ho-hum novel with that peculiar knock-kneed English which passes for period parlance: ""I would seek a boon of her..."" or ""No man...can harness my spirit so straitly as my sceptre does...."" This last from Queen Elizabeth, whom the young Lady Damaris serves. But Damaris is sure she is losing her wits -- what with the apparitions Damaris sees, her strange blackouts and whispers in the night. Before the mystery is solved, the Queen has shed Dudley and Damaris falls in love. Damaris hasn't the pluck of Nancy Drew, but that readership might like this.