When the coming of a second Armada had grown certain, it was clear to John Dee that the Spanish would have one great ally that the Protestant Queen did not and could not have: all the Dominions, Virtues, and Powers of heaven. For of course the angels would come in on the side of Catholic Spain: though they have no preferences in human enterprises, angels—many great families of them—love the Mass, love the ceremonies of the Church, in which they themselves are named in love and honor, the incense rising to their nostrils (all that they can ever sense of odor), the music of the choristers and the whole cantorum. These angels had strengths never wholly catalogued, and if catalogued not mentioned by the Aeropagite or Aquinas in their writings. It would be his, John Dee’s, duty to sequester, baffle, impede them if he could. Those that he had seen and known had committed themselves to the truthful answering of his questions; well, he would pose questions that they had never heard, nor the greater choirs above them: questions that would take years to answer. It was the last duty he owed to his Queen.