I work as hard as I can today and I try to keep other thoughts from intruding into my mind. I am fully occupied with cord and leather and shoe shapes, cut out on paper. When I think about what is happening in the outside world I try to skip over the bad bulletins such as the news that Henry Grey, Duke of Suffolk, father of Lady Jane, has been executed at Tower Green. Better news, as far as my mother is concerned, is that Lady Elizabeth has been released from prison and her name has been cleared of involvement in any Protestant plot to overthrow the Queen. News bulletins come in thick and fast and I find myself going to the church to check on the latest occurrences.
Candleman approaches my bench and stands looking down on me, his face a picture of intense concentration. He wishes to know h
