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272 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2014
This flood of maternal grief was so great it took me completely by surprise. I had lost so many children before; I didn't expect to feel so much. Yet Anne and George, and Mary too, were different; these three had lived long enough to grow up and become people, individuals I could know and see as real human beings, unique in all their foibles and flaws, virtues and vices, passionate in their desires, needs, and convictions, their joys and sorrows not dead little blue babies I never knew. I brought them into this world: I should not have had to watch them leave it. I was old with rotting lungs; they were young, vital and vibrant - I should have been the one to go first.
What a strange and frightened sight I must have presented, this frenzied and crazed, weeping and wailing woman - my behaviour at such a startling and sharp variance to my appearance, the epitome of courtly elegance and gracefully ageing beauty arrayed in silver-braided black satin embroidered with fanciful swirls of silver acanthus leaves; ropes of pearls and a diamond collar to artfully conceal the sagging skin of my throat; diamonds on my fingers and at my breast: and a pearl-bordered black gable hood (before the veil caught, and it fell away, and my silver-streaked black hair tumbled down to catch on and be torn out by the grasping thorns).
Anne accepted death with a goodly grace. Who taught my daughter how to do that? Who taught her how to die, and how to live, so bravely, so differently and defiantly? To dance to her own music instead of the same old staid rhythm everyone else did. Certainly not I. What did I, her own mother, ever teach her except to spend her life in proud defiance trying to prove to the world that she was indeed wothy of love, admiration and respect, that there is more to beauty than golden hair, a porcelain and roses complexion, and buxom, voluptuous curves. The things that I taught her were not very good lessons for a mother to teach her daughter.