“I don’t know anything, and if I know nothing, then I cannot be questioned, and I cannot confess,” I say, cutting him off. “All I want to do is to see Her Grace at peace and strong enough to carry her child to full term and bring him into the world. All I pray is that His Grace, the king, wakes up with a calm mind and we can tell him the sad news from Gascony. And I hope, of course, all the time, ceaselessly, that my husband is safe in Calais. Other than these thoughts, I don’t venture, Your Grace.” He nods his head, and we walk in silence.
