[Katherine is going about the simple, mundane task of sorting wool into separate colors, a job one of her ladies would have likely done for her back home. She recites an old poem as she works:]A palm tree stands in the midst of Rusafa ( Read more... )

[Katherine is seated in a simple but well-organized room. She may be without her servants or ladies, but she has not allowed dust to gather; it is clean and tidy ( Read more... )

England never boasts such heat; nor is this the heat of my native Spain. This is foul work indeed, to change the very seasons so suddenly.

I would speak with a priest, if one is available after all. I have been unable to find one yet.