whispered Anne. “And you shall stay with me. I have a small solar that I share with two others of the queen’s ladies, but very soon I will have apartments of my own within the castle.” Darrell nodded, not really listening, and looked around the magnificent chamber in which they sat. St. George’s chapel was a stunning room with hugely vaulted ceilings and soaring windows of stained glass. Anne had brought her up to the choir loft for the best view of the beautiful chapel. “It’s only just been finished,” said Anne, keeping her voice low. “Henry ordered it to be completed so he and the Knights of the Garter can engage in their ceremonies here.” She held Darrell’s hand in both of her own. “And it is here that I plan to be married,” she whispered. Darrell smiled politely and tried to think of a way to steer the conversation around to find out more about Friar Priamos. “Will you be married by the friar?” she asked. Anne arched an eyebrow. “Of course not. He and I only discuss secular matters and changes within the church.
