The Witch

THE QUEEN’S CHAMBER IT was said that the Queen was dying. She lay at Richmond, in the palace looking out upon the wintry, wooded, March-shaken park, but London, a few miles away, had daily news of how she did. There was much talk about her the old Queen much telling of stories and harking back. She had had a long reign “Not far from fifty years, my masters!” and in it many important things had happened. (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});