Catherine, Beloved Queen IV

Count of Cabra, who with Alonza de Fonseca and Archbishop of Santigo was to act in loco parentis at the final marriage rites in England, came to lift her aboard one of the boats, settling her in carefully, placing a blanket on her lap and around her legs. He gave her a quick reassuring smile before returning to his chore of hurrying the slower attendants along. As other members of her party found their way into the boats, Catalina looked towards the shore. A white, stony beach formed a barrier between sea and harbor town. For a brief moment, before the tide of darkness deluged over the landscape, sun-rays lit up the narrow stretch of beach. Tears filled her eyes and she found it difficult to breathe. Catalina could barely bring herself to think the word farewell.

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