【正文】 some of his friends ran away． But the Earl of Moray stayed．All that summer I ruled the country， and waited for the baby． My husband stayed outside my rooms． I did not want to see him． No one did． Perhaps he drank with his friends． I don39。m ill．Think of the baby！ I don39。re too slow！’But I was pregnant， and it was cold and dark． We rode for five bours in the rain．‘I can39。m not angry with them． Tell them anything—lie to them． Then， tonight， bring some men and horses here， behind the castle…’He went， and did it．All day I waited in my rooms， and lis－tened． Then， at one o39。m afraid of them！’‘Listen to me，Henry！And try to be a man． Go and tell them I39。m afraid． Please help me！’He began to cry again．‘What can we do？’‘We can run away，’I said．‘We can leave Edinburgh quick－ly and quietly， before Ruthven and his men stop us． Be quiet for a minute． I want to think．’I walked up and down for two or three minutes， then I said：‘Henry， go back to these men． Tell them—’‘No！ Mary， please！ I can39。s here—I don39。t want you to be Queen—they want your child to be King or Queen． I—I don39。t want us．They39。m sorry！ I was wrong！I helped those men to kill Riccio， and now the Earl of Moray is back here with them！He hates me！I am afraid they39。m never going to forget that，Henry Darnley． Never！’5 My son is born Next morning， Darnley came to see me． He was afraid．‘What39。t a king， you39。s！’he said．‘so why are you with him every evening？You never talk to me！’‘I don39。t help him， because Darnley had me in his arms．But I could hear David Riccio39。re going to kill me！Don39。m happy to see you， my lord．’‘Are you， Mary？’He laughed．‘Are you really？’‘Yes， of course， my lord． But—’Then the second door opened and his friend， Lord Ruthven，stood there．He had a knife in his hand． His face was red， and he looked very angry．Af first no one moved． Then Ruthven said，‘Your Majesty，send David Riccio out of this room， now！ I want him！’I looked at Riccio． He was afraid．‘Why？’I said．‘Why do you want him？’‘He is a bad， wicked man！’Ruthven said．‘Send him out！’‘No！’I said．‘You want to kill him． David Riccio is my friend！ He stays here， with me！’‘He goes out， woman！’Lord Ruthven said．‘ King Henry，hold your wife， please！’I stood up， but Darnley held my arms and I could not move．David Riccio ran behind me and held my dress． My friends in the room stood up too， and moved towards Ruthven angrily．But he had a knife in his hand．‘Get back！’he said angrily．‘Don39。t know．A lot of Scots lords listened to them． But I tell you， James， before God， I did nothing wrong． David Riccio was a good man． He worked hard， and he helped me—so of course I liked him．Your father did not work—he went out to the town every night with his friends，and drank．And then one night， your father came home．4 The death of David Riccio It was a Saturday evening in March 1566． I was in Edin－burgh with some friends． David Riccio was there， with six or seven other people． We were in a small room， but there was a good dinner on the table， and we were happy． It was dark outside， but inside it was warm and friendly．Suddenly， a door opened behind me． In the door was Henry Darnley，my husband．I stood up and smiled．‘Good evening， my lord，’I said．‘Please e in． Would you like something to eat？’‘No， thank you，’he said．‘I39。s rooms every night，39。re going to ride， and drink， and swim．’So I did all the work． At night， too， he often went out with his friends in the town． They drank a lot， and laughed and sang， and there were often fights． But no one said anything，because he was the King， my husband． What could people say？ They were unhappy， but they were afraid of him． Some of them went to England， to the Earl of Moray．At this time I was often very tired， because I was pregnant．You， my son James， were alive inside me． But I did all the work of a Queen and I needed friends too．One of these friends was a young Italian， David Riccio．Riccio was a little man and he was not tall or beautiful or strong． But he was a very clever， interesting man． He wrote many of my letters for me， and helped me． He sang well， too，and I sometimes sang with him in the evenings． I liked him very much，and at first，your father liked him too．But then， Moray39。re a young man， my love．But I can teach you．’For one or two days he sat down with me， and I tried to teach him． But it was true， he was not interested in the work，and he did not try to understand it．‘You do it， Mary，’he said．‘I39。m not interested in work like that，’he said．‘I don39。t understand difficult 10things like God or the church． Find a good Protestant husband，girl． Let him rule this country for you．’I was very angry with this man Knox． I was a Queen， but I was only eighteen． He didn39。t like him． He was a big， angry man with black clothes．He hated the Catholic church， and wanted all Catholics to leave Scotland． To him， the Protestant church was the only true church of God． He said：‘Your Majesty， you39。m not going to kill them． The people can go to their Protestant churches， and pray to God there． But I39。m sorry， my lords，’I said．‘But I am your Queen—no one tells me what to do．I don39。t go to a Catholic church here． The Scottish people don39。m not going to change now．That Sunday， people shouted angrily in the streets．‘Your Majesty，39。s son． His name was Francis， and he was one year younger than me． In 1559， his father died， so Francis was King． Then I was Queen of France， and Queen of Scotland too．I was very happy in France． Francis， my husband， was like a little brother to me． I think he loved me， bur he was very young，and he was often ill．And then，in 1560，he died．He was sixteen years old．When he died I was very unhappy， and my life was very different． There was a new King and Queen， and I wasn39。t going to die．’Her old， tired eyes looked at me．‘Yes I am， Bess． You know what is going to happen． One day soon， a man is going to bring a letter from Quee