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could stay here like thisfor always” Anne said dreamily.
“Do you?” I saidsurprised. “I was thinking that this is the worst night of my life. I was wishing
that it had never started and that I might wake up in a moment and it could all have been a dream.”
George’s smile was dark. “That’s because you don’t fear tomorrow” he said. “If you feared
tomorrow as much as we doyou would wish that the night would go on forever.”
However they wishedit grew steadily lighterand we heard the servants stirring in the great hall
and then a maid clanking up the stairs with a bucket of kindling to light the fire in the queen’s
bedroomfollowed by another with brushes and cloths to wipe the tables for the start of another new
day.
Anne rose up from the hearthrugher face bleakher cheeks smeared with ash as if she had been
mourning in church on Ash Wednesday.
“Have a bath” George said encouragingly to her. “It’s so early. Send them for your bath and have a
hot bath and wash your hair. You’ll feel so much better after.”
She smiled at the banality of the suggestion and then she nodded.
George leaned forward and kissed her. “I’ll see you at matins” he saidand he went from the room.
It was the last time we saw my brother as a [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]