Cicely only laughed.
'No woman again!' Katharine repeated.
'Blood was tasted when first a queen fell on Tower Hill.' Cicely pointed her little finger at her. 'And the taste of blood, even as the taste of wine, ensureth a certain oblivion.'
'You miscall your King,' Katharine said.
Cicely laughed and answered: 'I speak of my world.'
Katharine's blood came hot to her cheeks.
'It is a new world from now on,' she answered proudly.
'Till a new queen's blood seal it an old one,' Cicely mocked her earnestness. 'Hadst best get thee to a nunnery across the seas.'
'The King did bid me bide here.' Katharine faltered in the least.
'You have spoken of it with him?' Cicely said. 'Why, God help you!'