Mary Stuart’s large mount was ebony black with an embroidered saddle on which were emblazoned the Arms of Scotland. At least Sheena thought suddenly they need not feel that her position as Queen was ever forgotten.
Everywhere that it was possible for them to be painted, embroidered or portrayed, the Arms of Scotland were to be found, in the young Queen’s Apartments, on her carriages or her servants’ Livery and indeed on her saddles.
The Queen of Scotland! And yet Sheena could not help asking her heart how much it really meant to Mary Stuart.
She heard a footstep behind her and then saw one of the aides-de-camp come hurrying through the hall. He looked surprised when he saw Sheena.
“You did not receive my message, Mistress McCraggan?” he asked.
“Your message, monsieur?” Sheena question
