I got back to my motel tired, wet and hungry. Talking to Miss Maidie had deterred me from grabbing a quick greaseburger en route.
[T]he privy chamber now comprised just six grooms led by a groom of the stool. And in choosing them, Henry [VII of England] was guided not by rank or status, but by who he thought would 'best content the king'. Chief among them was Hugh Denys, groom of the stool, a Gloucestershire gentleman who had married into the influential family of Ros (or Roos), whose Lancastrian connections were strong. Born around 1440, Denys was one of the oldest members of Henry's entourage and his loyalty had already been well proved.
I agreed and pulled the stinkcat out of the hole so that his nech was exposed to Bill's view. That confounded polecat saw Bill raise the stick, ducked, and started an offensive. I took things in hand, dragged the white skunk from his fortifications, and made a counter-attack.
She remained with her comrades till dusk, and participated with a certain zest in the dancing; though, being heart-whole as yet, she enjoyed treading a measure purely for its own sake[.]
