Sunday 11th September 1575
How much longer, thought Nan. He had been talking for at least an hour, and she had not understood a word. Latin did not sound like poetry although Mary had assured her it would be. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, trying not to lean back against the tapestry hanging on the wall behind her. The last thing she …
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