Daughter of Light
The lady Margaret sits in her bower, clad in a raven black dress, sewing a black silk ribbon onto her black lace bonnet. She is in deep mourning for her father, who had been the baron for this part of the county. She intends to wear the bonnet to his funeral the next morning. She is kept company by her two little serving girls. One busies herself tidying the room while the other carefully pulls a silver comb through her lady’s hair. Nobody speaks, not one word passes their lips. The lady...