The Confessions Of Catherine De Medici - Plot & Excerpts
Autumn had come to France. Burnished leaves hung on the oaks and opal splendor bathed the hills. Four months had passed since Charles’s death—four long and difficult months, during which I’d buried him, sent his widow to Chenonceau, and labored to secure the realm. Now I had received word that Henri had passed through Avignon and moved up the Rhône, escorted by Hercule, whose importance had grown since becoming our new heir. Soon my beloved son would claim his throne. I turned from the window to see Birago shuffle in with his ubiquitous portfolios. I grimaced as he set them on my desk. I should have felt compassion; Charles’s death had left him bereaved and greatly aged, and he sought to assuage his grief by devoting his every waking hour to work. But I was in no mood today for his mournful visage or litany of responsibilities I must attend to. “Whatever it is can wait,” I said to him. “But these dispatches are from England. Queen Elizabeth demands we join her in protesting further Spanish aggression in the Low Countries.
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