Bohemia returned my wild husband, Francis,
haunted by failure.  Furniture and paintings
disappeared as he funded that foreign war.
I made arrangements, and offered him my terms.

‘You gave me no children, only my name;
Nethersole now has a poisonous legacy.
Change this, with my help, or stay in the Tower.’

He stared at me, then looked down at the floor;
when his head rose I saw passion had returned.
‘The school you have long planned will be built,
and it will be named after you, Lucy.’

There was no more conflict under my command;
our love was rebuilt along with the school
and I barred all ambassadors from the gate.
Sarah Armstrong
Location: Corner of Bridge Street and High Street