[Comprehensive British and American] Soul Wandering

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For so many years, Catherine has never returned to Castile, because Castile has carried too many good memories of her.

"When I saw this church," Catherine's nose soured, "I thought I still love you."

It was so amazing when I first saw it, and I will never forget it for a lifetime.

She wiped away her tears with a smile, and begged, "Can I ask you to play the role of the Duke of Mantua again, and accompany me through these last days in Castile."

Caius frowned and said, "Okay."

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At this time, Castile was under the rule of Charles V, who was the child of Catherine's sister, and the queen of Charles V was Isabel, the child of her sister. The rulers of this kingdom were a pair of cousins. Brother and sister, but also Catherine's nephew and niece.

She gave Anne Boleyn her lands in England as a gift, lands in Castile to her niece Isabel, and kept nothing for herself.

Caius didn't understand her intention, he advised her: "You should treat yourself better."

Catherine said: "I don't need anything but a cemetery in the church."

According to Catholic custom, burials under the church seem to be the right of the royal family members.

"That's what you should have. You don't need to beg your nephew."

"No, you don't understand what I mean." Catherine said, "You don't need to understand that people who have seen death don't live long, and I'm afraid I won't live long either. I just want to see you after death." Sunlight."

Hades said that those who have seen hell will never go back, but Catherine dreamed of hell every night, dreaming of Hermione tied to a pillar and subjected to fire.

She often woke up in a dream, unconsciously repeating: "He is innocent."

Her body gradually weakened, as if the nightmare had lingered on her for too long, and it had become a heart disease.

So Caius held her in his arms and hummed the song he wrote for her over and over again, which he named "The Voice of Moonlight".

Catherine said: "I'm going to listen to this song at the funeral."

She wanted to listen to the sound of the moonlight in a place where the sun was shining, a strange request, but Caius agreed.

164:

Catherine accepted the task of teaching English to her niece's eldest daughter, Princess Maria, despite her deteriorating health.

She said to Caius, "She looks exactly like me."

The young Maria has fair skin, golden curly hair hanging on her shoulders, and she is as cute as a little angel in a mural. Caius said that she is sweet, while Catherine is glamorous, and the two are not enough to compare.

Catherine wanted to dye her black hair blond on a whim, so Caius dyed her hair with a dye shipped from Egypt.

The black hair was like Jerusalem shrouded in black clouds, making her look extremely heavy, making her sickly white skin even more morbid.

The gold glistened in the sun, and Catherine finally looked more alive.

"Is it nice?" she asked Caius.

Such a Catherine was so lively and bright that Caius had never seen before.

He said, "It's beautiful."

At that moment, Caius suddenly felt as if he had delayed Catherine's life.

He asked himself countless times: Would she be happier without me?

The last time I saw such a heartfelt smile was more than 20 years ago, also in Castile. He was the Duke of Mantua, and she was Princess Catherine who knew nothing about the world.

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Maria is a very attentive child. She is very serious about studying, which surprised Catherine, "It was the same when I was your age. I sat in the same position as you and studied, but I didn't pay that much attention. I often stared at you. Staring at the murals on the wall in a daze, imagining beautiful fairy tales.”

"Then you will have a happy childhood," Maria said, pointing to the world map drawn on the book. "I have ideals. I want to sail around the world and be a traveler."

This child is so cute, Catherine couldn't help rubbing Maria's head, and asked, "Then which country do you want to go to the most?"

Maria replied seriously: "I want to go to Jerusalem."

Catherine was slightly stunned. She clearly saw the light in Maria's eyes. She knew that the child was not joking, but was seriously expressing her wish.

"There is a lot of beauty in the world, and nine points are in Jerusalem. I think that must be the closest place to the Lord. I want to bid farewell to him there, and then go to France, England, and Italy..."

Catherine really wanted to tell Maria that Jerusalem was not at peace, but she didn't say so directly, she told her in another way: "The Lord is in our hearts, and he doesn't just protect the people of Jerusalem, if you really realize At this point, all you have to do is say goodbye to him in your heart."

Maria is half-knowledgeable.

The next day, the child learned a little Greek poem from somewhere, and insisted on reading it to her as if to show off.

Catherine shook her head helplessly: "Maria, I don't understand Greek."

Maria said, "It's okay, I'll just read to you as if I don't understand your English."

Catherine was taken aback.

Caius laughed in the dark. Maria did not know where she learned the love poem to confess to a man. She probably felt ashamed so she dared not explain the meaning.

So he made a slight modification when telling Catherine:

"A maiden whose eyes are like a fawn's,

I chase you, you ignore,

how do you know

the reins of my soul,

is in your hands. "

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Greek is Caius' mother tongue, and it is obvious that the same poem will taste different when it is spoken by different people.

She asked Caius: "Are you lying to me again?"

Caius shrugged: "It's fine if you don't believe me."

This is Anacrewin's poem, which was changed by Caius and turned into a love poem for women. Catherine has passed the thin-skinned age, and she just feels lost when she hears this love poem.

She said: "I have already passed the age of listening to love poems."

Said Caius: "This is Anacrewin's poem for others."

One sentence left the relationship clean, as if everything was just Catherine's overthinking.

But he said: "But the reins of my soul are indeed held by you."

167:

Catherine's body gradually weakened, and her golden hair gradually faded like her vitality. Caius dyed Catherine's hair again, and Catherine had a whim while looking at the golden flowers outside the window.

"Suppose I became a golden flower and grew on a branch high up that tree, Caius, would you know me?

Caius looked at the lock of golden hair and was moved by her whimsy, so he followed up obediently: "Then I will definitely look for you, shouting everywhere: 'Catherine, where are you?'"

Catherine said: "Then I'll just smile inwardly, and not say a word.

I want to open the petals quietly, watching you looking for me without the slightest clue.

When after your bath, with wet hair spread on your shoulders, you walked through the shadow of the champa tree to the little court where you say your prayers, you would notice the scent of the flower, but not know that it came from me.

When you sit down and play Orwell at the window, and the tree's shadow falls on your hair and your lap, I'll cast my little shadow on your fiddle, right on you The place where the music is played.

But would you guess that this is my shadow?

When you stood in the garden with the lights on at dusk watching the moon, I would suddenly fall to the ground again, stand by your side, and watch the moon with you.

You may ask me: 'Where have you been, Catherine, why are you so disobedient. '

'I won't tell you, Duke of Mantua. '

This is what I was going to say to you then. "

168:

Caius felt helpless for her rare childishness, but he still dyed her hair gently. Catherine's hair was not as smooth and smooth as when she was young, and the hair wrapped around his fingertips rose up just as Catherine finished speaking. There was a puff of black smoke.

It was the power from Hades, which made Caius tremble with familiarity.

"Catherine," he put down the dye in a daze, and held Catherine in his arms, "what's wrong with you? Did Hades do something to you? Why don't you answer?"

Catherine looked at him and showed a long-lost smile. That smile was relief and relief, which made Caius palpitate.

The soul was gradually withdrawn from the body. Catherine's voice was low and weak, and she said, "I won't tell you, Duke of Mantua."

I won't tell you, Duke of Mantua, that's what I'm going to say to you then.

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