文档介绍：1 Fotheringhay
My name is Bess Curle, but this is not my story. It is the story of my lady Mary, Queen of wrote the story, and then she gave it to me. I am going to give it to her son.
She began the story a week ago. It was January 1587, and we sat here in our cold room in Fotheringhay Castle, in the north of England. We couldn't see much from the or two houses, a river, some trees, some horses, and a road. That's all.
The road goes to London, the home of Queen Elizabeth of England. Mary sat with her little dog in her hands and watched it, all day long.
No one came along the road. Nothing happened. I watched Mary, unhappily.
‘Please, Your Majesty, come away from that window,’I said.‘ It doesn't help. No one is going e. Queen Eliza-beth can't do it—Queens don't kill Queens.’
‘Don't they, Bess?'mary said.‘Then why are we here, in this prison?Why am I not free?
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‘Why, Your Majesty?Because Queen Elizabeth is afraid of you.’
‘That's right,'mary said.‘She's afraid of me, and she hates me too. She hates me because I am beautiful, and she is not; because I had three husbands, and she never because many people—good Catnolic people in England,France,Scotland,Spain—say that I, Mary, am the true Queen of England, not Elizabeth has no chil-dren, so, when she is dead, my son James…’
She came away from the window and stood in front of me.‘James,'she said quietly,‘my he think about me sometimes? He was only ten months old when I last saw him. It is nearly twenty years…’
‘Of course he thinks about you, Your Majesty,’I said. ‘You write to him can he forget his mother?’
‘Then why doesn't he write to me?'mary asked.‘Does he want me to say here in an English prison?’
‘No, of course not, Your Majesty. But—he has a lot of work, Your is the King of Scotland, and
…’
‘He is not the King of Scotland,Bess,'she said.‘Not be- fore I am that.’
‘No, Your Majesty, of course not. But perhaps p