“You think he will meet his death in the Tower?” “Not just him.” I am filled with a sudden urgency. “I feel—I don’t know why—it is as if one of my own children were in there. A boy of mine, perhaps two of my boys. I see it, but I’m not there, I can’t prevent it. I can’t save the king, and I can’t save them either. They will go into the Tower and not come out.”
