Idiot, goes his expression. All he does is kiss her hair. The gesture is fond, unconscious.
He doesn't have time to notice, because then the wailing starts. As one John Staw later wrote, "when they beheld her statue lying upon the coffin, there was such a general sighing, groaning and weeping as the like hath not been seen or known in the memory of man, neither doth any history mention any people, time or state to make like lamentation for the death of their sovereign"
The procession moves slowly through the crowds, the bell-ringers clearing a passage to make way for the procession of paupers, followed by servants from the royal household, then the servants of the gentry and nobility of the court.
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Date: 2008-05-30 09:48 am (UTC)He doesn't have time to notice, because then the wailing starts. As one John Staw later wrote, "when they beheld her statue lying upon the coffin, there was such a general sighing, groaning and weeping as the like hath not been seen or known in the memory of man, neither doth any history mention any people, time or state to make like lamentation for the death of their sovereign"
The procession moves slowly through the crowds, the bell-ringers clearing a passage to make way for the procession of paupers, followed by servants from the royal household, then the servants of the gentry and nobility of the court.
Marlowe ignores them, turns his head and waits.
Silent as, dare we say it, the grave.