The Bird Sings As If To Say

She Is Melusina, The Water Goddess, And She Is Found In Hidden Springs And Waterfalls In Any Forest In Christendom, Even In Those As Far Away As Greece. (...) A Man May Love Her If He Keeps Her Secret And Lets Her Alone When She Wants To Bathe, And She May Love Him In Return Until He Breaks His Word, As Men Always Do, And She Sweeps Him Into The Depths With Her Fishy Tail, And Turns His Faithless Blood To Water. The Tragedy Of Melusina, Whatever Language Tells It, Whatever Tune It Sings, Is That A Man Will Always Promise More Than He Can Do To A Woman He Cannot Understand.

But Anne, Do You Love Him?" I Asked Curiously. The Curve Of Her Hood Hid All But The Corner Of Her Smile. "i Am A Fool To Own It, But I Am In A Fever For His Touch.

Before Anything Else I Was A Woman Who Was Capable Of Passion And Who Had A Great Need And A Great Desire For Love.

Yes, Your Grace," I Correct Her. "i Am My Lady, The King's Mother, Now, And You Shall Curtsey To Me, As Low As To A Queen Of Royal Blood. This Was My Destiny: To Put My Son On The Throne Of England, And Those Who Laughed At My Visions And Doubted My Vocation Will Call Me My Lady, The King's Mother, And I Shall Sign Myself Margaret Regina: Margaret R.

He Is My Brother. She Is My Sister. Come What Will, They Are My Kin.