The queen moves so freely out in the world, now, she goes where she wishes with arrogance; she doesn’t understand that she too carries around her own abbey with her, an invisible wall-less abbey of people known to her, very large indeed, but still enclosed by the body and the mind. All souls are limited in the circles of their own understanding. At least Marie understands the limits imposed upon her; Eleanor in her great arrogance believes herself to be free.
