Robin Tremayne: A Story of the Marian PersecutionHolt, Emily Sarah
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Robin Tremayne: A Story of the Marian Persecution
Holt, Emily Sarah
Great Britain -- Church history -- 16th century -- Fiction; Historical fiction
"It was a large chamber, airy, but not light. All the windows were high
up in the wall. There was a bed, divers chairs, and a table; and by the
table sat a woman apparelled in black, her arms laid thereon, and her
head upon them. Her face showed much pain. She lifted her head slowly
as I came towards her, and then I saw that she had the face of a
stranger. `Who is it?' she said in a whispered voice. `My name,
Senora, is Ines de Olanda,' said I. `Meseemeth you lack ease. Could I
in any wise bring it unto you?' `Ay, I lack ease, _muchacha_' (which is
to say, maiden), quoth she. `I lack rest. But that lieth in--the
grave.' She spake slowly and uncertainly. `Whence comest thou?' she
said again. `Thy tone is not of these parts.'--`Senora,' said I, `I am
a stranger from England.'--`And how camest thou hither?' quoth she. `As
reader of English unto the Queen's Highness,' said I. `How much hast
thou read unto the Queen?' she asked, and smiled.
"Her smile lighted up her face marvellously. It was not a fair face. I
misdoubt if it were ever such. Her hair is near white now; but though
her complexion were good, and her eyes shining and dark grey, her
features must have been alway something harsh and strong. `Nothing at
all, Senora,' then said I; `for it is now three months sithence
my coming, and yet had I never the honour to see her
Highness.'--`Traitors!' quoth she angrily; and her features grew harsher
than ever. I stood in silence. `Thou art not a Lutheran?' she said
suddenly. `Methinks it should fare ill, Senora, with any that were so
here,' I made answer, desiring to be discreet. `Is that any answer to
my question?' she said, knitting her brows. `Senora,' said I, trembling
greatly, `I cannot tell a lie, even though you may betray me. I am a
Lutheran.'--`I betray thee!' she said pitifully. `Poor child! whoso
doth that, it will not be I. I am under the same ban.'--`Senora!' I
cried, much astonied, `you are a Lutheran? here, in the Queen's
Palace.'--`Doth that amaze thee?' she answered with another smile.
`Then a second thing I can tell thee will do so yet more:--I am the
Queen.'
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