I know I'm an orphan and my noble blood runs thin, but I never expected my guardian would marry me to a mere sheep farmer. They say the boy can read, and he looks kind enough, but I think he's more a dancer than a solider. Is it wrong to dream of my Richard? Well, if I can't be a Plantagenet, at least I will be living in York . . . in (I shudder to think) a farmhouse. I know I should be grateful, but I feel my dreams have been shattered.
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She was moving out of his sphere forever, and if she ever saw him again, it would not be as before, privileged to speak to him and be spoken to by him. If she saw him again, it would be as one of the crowd who lined the road to watch as he passed with his retinue, one of the crowd on whom the dust of his passing fell. (p. 23)—From The Founding by Cynthia Harrod Eagles (Source: Review copy, see review policy)
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