Two mornings later, Jeanne returned to chapel, finding the long rows of benches half-empty, so many courtiers still absent, still recovering from the grand pleasures of the Feast. For some, the pleasures had continued all through the night and well into the next morning.
The prelate droned on about the magnificence of King and country, but Jeanne"s mind worshipped the memories of that momentous day and even more the epochal night. One image commanded them all: that of Henri.
What am I to do now?
What am I to do now?The mass ended, the courtiers filed out in proper order, yet Madame La Marechal, Lynette"s mother, remained on her knees in the pew, though the line of ducs and duchesses had already passed from the room.
On silent tiptoes, Jeanne slipped down the pew and kneeled next to her
