If only they would all just leave me alone with my books and my letters, I would be content to let life, and the world pass me by
His handsome face is suffused with rage. He stands before me shaking, then to my disgust, bursts into noisy tears; “I shall tell my mother of you!” he sobs and crashes out of the chamber
Court life for a queen of France at that time was, however, stultifyingly routine. Eleanor found that she was expected to be no more than a decorative asset to her husband, the mother of his heirs and the arbiter of good taste and modesty.
They inhabited a lost world of splendour and brutality, a world dominated by religious change, in which there were few saints.
Until quite recently women’s histories were largely overlooked but in the wake of feminism there has been increasing interest in retrieving them.
Often, little brother, there is no smoke without fire.
If silences could be pregnant, then this one went to full term.
… only one man could have been responsible for their deaths: Richard III.
Was I right?” she asked him. “Was I right to make a stand against what I believed to be wrong? Even though many ills have come from it? I have been asking myself this a lot lately. I must be quiet in my conscience.
In the South of England northerners were regarded then as uncouth, brutish, undisciplined savages …