5
Despite the extra hours of sleep, I struggled to make my way from the Hotel Nevers to the Louvre Palace in time to begin my service to the Queen. Upon entering her rooms, I found that she looked even more exhausted than I felt. I felt a bit of relief in that fact; if the Queen did not feel up to attending any more events, then perhaps I could avoid running into Anjou altogether.
The Queen and I spent an hour together as she and her Catholic ladies embroidered altar cloths for the churches of Paris. As a courtesy to my Protestant faith, I was excused from working on the altar cloths, although my skills with a needle were quite good. I was tasked instead to read from the Psalms as the rest of the Queen's suite continued their work. While the Queen took great pains to keep me from feeling
