To Kill a King - Saltillo

Poor creature, she has discovered by her sufferings

What it means to one not to have lost one’s own country

She has turned from the children and does not like to see them

I am afraid she may think of some dreadful thing

For her heart is violent.

She will never put up with

The treatment she is getting.

I know and fear her

Lest she may sharpen a sword and thrust to the heart

Stealing into the palace where the bed is made

Or even kill the king and the new-wedded groom

And thus bring a greater misfortune on herself

She’s a strange woman.

I know it won’t be easy

To make an enemy of her and come off best

But here the children come.

They have finished playing

They have no thought at all of their mother’s trouble

Indeed it is not usual for the young to grieve