As much Elizabeth had been told her pearls were a weapon, she didn't understand completely how, so instead she'd been using them for trade. Though she was wary of doing so, mostly she was making do with the stipend they paid her here. But material had cost more, and she'd been forced to.

"Perhaps you have some other skill then? Or perhaps we need guiding in prayer." She took up her glass of wine, sipping it slowly. "Though I wouldn't worry too much about it if I were you. I told them I was a lady in waiting and they thought me as good as royalty. Most people here know not the difference." She snorted, it amused her still, but in answer to his she nodded. "Yes, I serve the Queen of England, Elizabeth of York." The lie was smooth now, she was learning to say it with such practised ease.

He wasn't the only one keeping secrets after all.