Just over 400 words today, although I'm less tired than the last couple of nights. But I reached the end of a chapter, so it seemed like a good point to stop. Edward and Rupert are chatting in the kitchen:
Rupert removed the coffee pot from the stove. "Did I tell you that I found a grave up near Derwentdale Hall? It belonged to the Dowager Duchess Margaret – and I think relatives of the Dukes of Norfolk cared for it when they owned the land."
"They might well have done. Do you know the story of how Duchess Margaret came to be buried there?"
"She was the last Catholic Peveril, at least until..." Roo trailed off, then began again, "And the FitzAlan Howards are the most powerful Catholics in the country, which must be why they looked after her."
"Quite possibly," Edward said, making an informed guess as to what Roo had left unsaid. "But there was a marriage proposed between a Peveril and a very distant relative of the 11th Duke of Norfolk in the 1800s. Cecilia: if you've heard of her."
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on 2015-07-29 08:45 pm (UTC)Rupert removed the coffee pot from the stove. "Did I tell you that I found a grave up near Derwentdale Hall? It belonged to the Dowager Duchess Margaret – and I think relatives of the Dukes of Norfolk cared for it when they owned the land."
"They might well have done. Do you know the story of how Duchess Margaret came to be buried there?"
"She was the last Catholic Peveril, at least until..." Roo trailed off, then began again, "And the FitzAlan Howards are the most powerful Catholics in the country, which must be why they looked after her."
"Quite possibly," Edward said, making an informed guess as to what Roo had left unsaid. "But there was a marriage proposed between a Peveril and a very distant relative of the 11th Duke of Norfolk in the 1800s. Cecilia: if you've heard of her."