[ She's a little stunned at that, because she hadn't thought of them as soldiers of England. That made her stomach churn all over again. Made her feel small, these people were fighting a war for her country and they were no doubt dying for too.

She felt small and like she was at the portrait of her father's feet again, weeping because what is she to do? There were her people father, please speak to her, on heaven or on earth, she needed to know what to do.

( Elizabeth tried not to think of the irony that she was still in fact asking a parent of hers what to do, but it was too twisted and bitter to think on too long. )

But that all came down to the same thing: ]

I am in full agreement, my lady. We must do all we can to boost their spirits, in all manners that can be done. [ a pause, and she cast her eyes about. ] Have you always had such fervor for the English people?