We wind our way past Tower Hill and the scaffold that stands there, where my father ended his life, and I bow my head to his memory, and remember his hopeless struggle against Queen Mary. I think how glad he would be to see one daughter, at least, riding from the Tower to freedom, her baby beside her and her noble husband and heir following behind. It's bitter for me to think of him, and the death that he brought on Jane,
( Philippa Gregory )
[ The Last Tudor ]
www.QuoteSweet.com