Candles blazed as the breeze floated through the open windows and rustled the velvet curtains. Queen Elizabeth sat in her post-childbirth chair. Her court ladies surrounded her, toying with their lutes, flutes, viols, and rebecs. Their chirpy prattle drowned out the instruments" twangs and hoots. Denys preferred to play her lute in peaceful solitude, but she attended these ladies" musicales for one reason: to catch up on Woodville antics. The conversation took a serious turn as they gloated over the recent victory over the Lancastrians.
“What a rout! And didn"t old Marguerite of Anjou underestimate my Ned"s advance,” Elizabeth tattled. “The City of Gloucester was barred up tight to her entrance. Then my Ned faced that Lancastrian right wing head on right into the center of the line.”
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