we clatter out over the drawbridge, and I realize I don’t know when I will see him again, and that I have not said good-bye, nor thanked him for his care of me, nor told him … nor told him … I shake my head. There is nothing that the Duchess of Bedford should tell her husband’s squire, and there is no reason for me to have tears blurring my sight of the flat road in the flat lands ahead.
