Now the faintest breeze would turn it all to dust and splinters. I can almost believe it is all as it once was, until the sun rises and shows me what is left of my life- what I can never have again. I wait in the shadows, cowering, until the sun leaves me in peace. I never get to sleep, only watch. When the sun goes down I make my rounds, first through my bedroom, then through the rest of the halls, stopping finally in the great lawn littered with crumbling stones. Here, what does this one say? It looks familiar but I can hardly make out the inscription. Surely I must remember whose corpse lies here.
In an instant the knife is between my shoulder blades, the blood soaked satin and velvet and silk lat all around me, the screaming- oh the screaming. Long, midnight black hair wet with blood clings to my once white nightgown. Who has done this to me? Who would sneak into my bedroom and stick a knife in my back? I turn around and around and there she is in the corner, watching me die. The serving wench who I sent away from the house after catching her in my husband�s private apartments. The one who was pregnant with his bastard child. I will find her and I will kill both her and her child. No locked doors or holy symbols will protect you from me, peasant mothers. I will find you and kill you and your children to the last! I shall not rest until you all are dead.
