Later

I think indeed I drifted to sleep up here on the roof garden. The wind whips around the chimneys. There is a pit in my stomach so hollow it makes a rumbling noise. Tomorrow there will be a feast following my Communion to be attended by Grandmama and my uncles and the four Marys, Ronsard, my tutors, Francis, Princesses Elizabeth and Claude and of course King Henry and the Queen.