I know they are naught things, but I devour novels.” (p. 57).

Years ago, before this estate was generously and unwillingly turned over to the crown, the lord here was a genuine dimwit. He had a minister stashed behind his throne to whisper clever things to say.

She put a wedge beside my heart And then she brought the mallet down She sang no song to guide her work I lost my heart without a sound

You've been quiet lately...but it's not so much the quiet as something inside the quiet.

She dismounted, grabbed Enna's hand so tightly that she drew blood with her fingernails, walked straight into the nearest cottage, and plopped down on a bed. Enna nodded to the startled cottage dwellers. It's the queen, you see," said Enna. "She's going to have a baby in your house. You don't mind?

Go on, son, you're not doing me any good by bleeding.

No more crying. It's all wetness and no comfort at all.