Bess ran off to pester Dame Hawisia. She would make a good wife for a great magnate at some distant date in the future. Seeing no insecurity here, my heart settled a little and for a time Richard’s death was set aside, allowing me to step into more tranquil pathways. But not for long.
So Richard was dead and the Percy lords flourished in reflected Lancaster glory, even as we slid with much rain and high winds from old year into new. To my utter disgust, my Mortimer nephew’s claim to the throne remained merely a simmering pot pushed to the back of the hearth, ignored by all. But not quite all. I should have expected one source of interest in our household.
‘Mother.’ Hal was standing at my side on the raised dais in the great hall, fresh from the practice field, wanting information.
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