She threw her armful of carnations onto the silk rug that covered Sheena’s feet and said,
“Oh, Sheena, we have been so worried about you. What a ghastly adventure. And yet, at the same time, how exciting, to be burnt at the stake and yet to survive! What a story you will have to tell for all time.”
“’Tis one I would forgo with the greatest pleasure,” Sheena replied with a little smile.
“Tell us what it was like,” Mary Stuart begged her. “Were you terrified? Did your flesh creep and yet at the same time did you feel somehow elated because your soul was about to soar to Heaven?”
“I am afraid now I am not exactly sure what I did feel,” Sheena said apologetically.
“Oh, how disappointing you are,” Mary Stuart pouted. “I often wonder what it would be like to meet death at the stake or at th
