Thanks to Netgalley for providing a copy of this book for review.
Oh, dear. My relationship with this series may be coming to an end. The last couple have been decidedly average, and this book fell below that, in my opinion.
The first two chapters actually had me excited for the rest of the book. First, Queen Victoria dies- the book is set in 1901. Both Emily and her husband Colin have had her as queen for their entire lives, much as we have Queen Elizabeth II today. Two things of import happen: first, Colin is given a letter by the queen shortly before she passes. It's a mystery that he can't understand. Second, a body is found in the Tower of London during the new king's coronation ceremony. The body is positioned in a costume and position that evokes a past slain king. This seems like a threat to the new monarch, but how did the killer pull off such a staging of the body?
As per her last few books, there is a split story here. The second part of the story takes place starting in 1415, with one of Colin's distant ancestors, just before he was given his title.
I love English history and getting to read about two different time periods sounded awesome. However: Lady Emily seems to have become a caricature of herself. She is maddenly oblivious to her own privilege as an aristocrat and her gallivanting off to the East End to interrogate a grieving widow whom she's never met was just the first thing that I found annoying. More bodies turn up, and again the staging of them verges on the ludicrously improbable. In addition, she and Colin are doing a sort of scavenger hunt in an attempt to make some sense of the queen's last request to him. A drawing of a lance leads Lady Emily to a lance display in the Tower of London, where she conveniently finds another piece of paper with a drawing of a... rock? Why didn't anyone notice the envelope stuck into the wall in the lance display before she did?
Meanwhile, the 1415 storyline turns into more of a summary of a story than an actual story. The tale runs along the surface and splits yet again- one part following Lady Cecily as she waits for her husband to return from the fighting in France at a childhood friend's estate, and one part with her husband. The war part felt like a summary of a history book- I didn't care about any of the characters because there wasn't enough time spent on them. Lady Cecily wasn't any better. All she wanted to do was read her Christine de Pizan book, pray, and avoid people. Maybe some light embroidery. It felt like the author wanted to write a book in a different time period but couldn't get away with actually doing that so instead she inserted half of the book she'd wanted to write into a Lady Emily book.
Anyway, I skipped to the end and read backwards. I'll only say that the two strands of the 1901 mystery had nothing to do with each other and both were... far-fetched. The 1415 storyline ended up feeling like a morality play- nothing unexpected, nothing to get excited about. Lady Cecily and Lady Emily each felt rather self-righteous. These books have stopped feeling like an exciting interlude in another century and have started feeling like visiting a relative that I don't particularly like. I will probably give the series another try, knowing me, but I feel that the characters have gotten stale and that the series could use a rest.