Woodstock
Chapter Ten
12th September 1575
“There you are!” Philip burst into the courtyard with all the fizzing colour and exuberance of a firecracker. In his shadow the more sober sparks of his friends. Mary had been sitting by the fountain gazing dreamily into the pool. Nan watched from the shade of the cloister wall as the young men approached.
“Careful,” said Dyer to Mary,…
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