She is always just and honourable, and fears nothing." From her side Mistress Anne was rarely parted.

In her fair retreat at Camylott she had lived a life all undisturbed by outward things.

When the children were born strange joy came to her.
"Be his mother also," the duchess had said when she had drawn the clothes aside to show her first-born sleeping in her arm.

"You were made to be the mother of things, Anne." "Nay, or they had been given to me," Anne had answered.
"Mine I will share with you," her Grace had said, lifting her Madonna face.

"Kiss me, sister--kiss him, too, and bless him.