‘What happened?’ Perhaps I looked pale that she should react so. But inside I felt hot, blazing … as if the most stupendous fever raged. But it was hate, anger and so many other insidious emotions besides. ‘He admitted Father is dead and has agreed he shall be buried tomorrow. That’s all.’ I turned to the window and stood with my forehead pressed against the cool, cool stone of the embrasure. How has all this happened? I am sinking into the bowels of some sort of Hell. ‘That’s not all. Not by a long stretch.’ Cecilia stayed by the hearth, the fire as dead as I felt inside. Ashes, dust. ‘Tell me,’ she sighed. ‘He has written to the King asking what Richard would wish for my wardship.’ ‘But that’s preposterous! I am your godmother, it is perfectly natural that you would live with me at Upton.’ ‘And yet that is not what he would have. He waits in some delight for something else.
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