“See? It's so dark — I can barely see anything.”

“You’re not looking hard enough. Go on, move closer in, and look towards the window.”

“O — there’s a cold draught somewhere…”

“Try not to think about it. Are you looking towards the window?”

“The light is rather…all I can see is a haze— a shower of light. It hurts to look.”

“Listen carefully— try to look into the haze and tell me what you see.”

“I feel so cold—”

“Don’t think about it. Just focus on looking.”

“O dear Lord!”

“Why have you stepped back? Did you see something?”

“I thought I saw…”

“Tell me.”

“I thought I saw a girl, sitting in a window-seat. But I can’t see her now.”

“Come back beside me and see if you can see her again.”

“I’m frightened—”

“Don’t be. I’m here. Come now — hold my hand.”

“All right. I’m ready.”

“Is she still there?”

“Yes. O yes. She’s weeping…I can hear her!”

“Good! It’s happening now…Can you try to describe her?”

“She’s tiny and so young…I think no more than fourteen. But wait…she’s dressed like a matron, with her hair all covered. O — there’s another thing…I think the clothes are Tudor. In fact, I’m sure they are. But she must be Protestant…”

“Why do you say that?”

“Her clothes — her gown is unadorned by any jewels. Dark colours — all black, I think. So severe for such a young girl. She has a prayer book attached to her girdle. If I remember right, that’s how Protestants dressed. But why is she weeping?”

“Perhaps if we found out who she is we would find the answer to that.”

“How do we do that? You know, she looks so real I could touch her…”

“Are you frightened now?

“No — not any more. Just so sad for her. But you haven’t answered my question…”

“In good time…”

“O — she weeps like a child weeps. So forsaken and alone. Can’t we do anything for her?”

“No. Nothing. And — to be truthful— she’s no longer here. What you see is a moment in time scarred by such raw emotion that it remains with us forever.”

“So — her spirit really is at peace.”

“Of course. She was an innocent and God keeps her safe.”

“You know who she is, don’t you?”

“Yes. But I want you to see if you can find the answer yourself.”

“But I don’t know how…”

“See what else you can see. Describe the room.”

“It’s more like a cell than a room- grey stone walls. But a comfortable cell. I think I see more than one chamber. The window is thick lattice glass. She must have been some one important to be in a chamber with glass.”

“Yes—she was.”

“But such a young girl to be so filled with grief. O— she's stopped crying. I think I can hear her speaking…”

“Can you tell me her words?”

“No. She went too fast for me. Wait— she’s speaking again…‘Live still to die…by death you…purchase eternal life.... There is a time to be born…a time to die…'"

“So, do you know who she is now?”

© Wendy j. Dunn. First published at my Tudor site: http://www.suite101.com/welcome.cfm/tudor

Reference
Hanson, Marilee.;
English History Net(7 May 2001).