For a moment, here and gone, or maybe it will return to linger later, Marian wonders at Amy's talking to the guard. Even though they are 'of an age,' she wonders what she will never rightly know, if her mother had been like this with people in Nottingham Castle before she was born.



But Marian had to press her lips together, at Amy's last comment to the guard. And she simply inclined her, flashing him a bright smile, before she followed the queen into the room.