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2001-11-26 - 1:12 p.m.

"He was at Hampton Court, waiting for her to die... and he was very merry while he waited. The time was passed with hunting parties, and balls and masques in the evening.... When she heard that he was never idle or alone, she smiled, puzzling her enemies, who hoped to hurt her. Never alone, never alone with his thoughts and his memories, laying the ghost of their past at Hampton with the fierce callousness she knew so well. Let him make merry now, and in the years to come. Let him deface the lovers' knot with their initials on the walls of the palace, and give her rooms to her rival. He would never be free of her; he would hear her voice in every song and her touch when a lute was played; her laughter would mock him in the mirth of others, and her step echo down the corridors they trod together, her eyes would watch him from the shadows.... And he would find her in his bed, no matter whom he put there....

"His love was dead, but he would never be free, and she knew it at that moment; he would never escape her as she had never escaped him; for good or evil, Fate had joined them."

--Anne Boleyn by Anthony Crowell

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