March, 1637

At the end of a long day, Beatrix was slowly walking back to her room. In the narrow street, she was trying to stay out of the worst of the slop in the street, and had to flatten herself against a wall to get out of the way of the aristocrat on horseback, working his way through the crowd. Still close to the wall after he had passed, she nearly tripped. Looking down, she saw a young woman sitting on the ground, leaning against a wall, out of . . .

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