Kenilworth xiii

"The pleasure that some fathers feed upon"

Tuesday 12^th July 1575

Mary had been restless all morning. Lessons, needlework even reading did not hold her attention. The more she fidgeted and mouthed at Nan, the more her mother’s irritation became apparent despite her veiled face. The rigid set of her back as she sat at Sir Henry’s writing table by their bed spoke volumes, as did the way she tapped …