We moor for the night at Fotheringhay. The natives appear to be friendly.
My loyal subject hear of my imminent arrival and journey out to greet me bearing gifts of chicken and sundry other goodies.
However I learn that Richard III was born in the castle here and Mary Queen of Scots stayed here and neither of them had a happy ending, so I move on quickly.......tricky business this monarchy game.....I realise I must be careful with my confidences.
You can never be too careful!
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