![]() ![]() When I saw Elizabeth I knew what that brilliance meant because she possessed it too-in a different way from her mother, but it was there all the same. After all, my mother's mother was Mary Boleyn, Anne's sister, and stories of our brilliant, fascinating kinswoman Anne were part of our family legends. I had heard a great deal about Elizabeth and her mother, Queen Anne Boleyn. Moreover my mother was Elizabeth's cousin-so the new reign should bring good to our family. We were all summoned together and made to kneel and thank God, for my father was a very religious man. My father had thought fit to flee the country when Mary came to the throne, for life could be dangerous to those who by nature of their birth and religion looked to the young Elizabeth. How many people now alive can remember that November day in the year 1558 when Queen Mary -whom people had begun to call Bloody Mary-died, causing no great sorrow to her people except to those supporters who had feared what her passing would mean to them? How many can remember when my kinswoman, Elizabeth, was proclaimed Queen throughout the land? Yet I remember it well. ![]() How old is she? Few have reached her age. I am getting old, and it is permissible for old women to sit and dream. My Enemy The Queen The Old Lady of Drayton BassetĪnd speak such words as touch thy change,īlame not my Lute. ![]()
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