A Proud Taste for Scarlet and Miniver by E. L. Konigsburg

By E. L. Konigsburg

Eleanor of Aquitaine has each cause to be  upset.

For centuries she's been  patiently watching for her husband, King Henry II, to  meet her in Heaven. fortunately, she's sharing a cloud  with a few outdated pals who knew her while she and  Henry governed perfect. so long as they're jointly, they  might to boot gossip approximately previous times--and quickly all  of Eleanor's adventures within the heart a long time spring  to existence again.

Finally, simply when  they're approximately to renounce on Henry, Eleanor spots  three males floating towards them. in spite of everything this  time, may well one among them be Henry?

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Why? Why didn’t he run? I wouldn’t run or shield my face— a girl’s aim isn’t much. I glared at her, He stared at me, furious. frightened, I wouldn’t flinch. but he didn’t run. 53  JACOB: PETRONELLA: I thank my God I am a maid and not a man who must hunt with a bow. If I were a man and I saw in the wood white-feathered swan or soft-eyed doe, I could not shoot. I could not force my hand to let the arrow go. She threw the stone— I threw the stone— but not at me over the water skipping skimming swift and merry bouncing twice over the water.

40 41  I sobel The Lord’s Daughter I cannot get this stain out of my gown. I have tried chicken feathers, water, urine, and ox gall 1— and still this mark. My father will be angry: a fine silk gown spoilt! but it’s not my fault. I passed through the town on my way to the market and somebody threw it—a clod of dung. I saw the boys, but I didn’t know which— I was walking eyes down, as a modest maid should. Then it hit me. I looked up and saw them sniggering, hiding their smiles in their dirty hands.

I can milk as well as anyone. I can always find the eggs— more ’n Mogg. I watch the hens— I see where they go.  30 Father used to say I was good for nothing else, but Father died, and we don’t miss him. Now it’s just Moggy and me, and Mother and the beasts, which is good. Heaven must be like this: Jesus, and his Mother, and the dumb beasts, and angels fluttering ’round like birds. ” Just friends. I have a friend Moggy doesn’t know. She hates him. Otho, the miller’s son. She says he’s a thief, but I never saw him steal.

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