November 17, 2010, 5:30 am Camino alone for the nave of Westminster Abbey. Just the sound of my shoes, roll on the floor, echoing through the cold walls, and the movement of my extensive skirts dragged by it, join me in this cold November morning. It's almost a miracle to see Westminster Abbey alone, without any tourists visiting its corners, no sound, but the echoes of my footsteps echoing in the large empty auditorium.
alone I walk the few yards that separate me from the small side chapel where she is buried, with a large bouquet of white roses and red. It seems a place so obscure and humble, when compared to the large chapel where his grandfather, Henry VII, is buried ... I grab my dress with the hand that is free, to save the flight of stairs that separate me from the chapel.
When I go before my eyes opens the imposing marble mausoleum, where her sister, Queen Elizabeth I is buried. I walk very slowly, and I stand in front of the single base plate, which bears his name. Single track, across the small chapel, which gives evidence that she is buried there. Just below his sister and successor to the throne of England. Agache
look to find the text of the inscription on the floor:
"Near the tomb of Mary and Elizabeth remember Before God all Those Who Divided at the reformation by Different Convictions laid down Their Lives for Christ and conscience sake " The truth is that part of the reason is. Both gave his life for Christ, despite their different beliefs.
I go a little further, to lay the bouquet of roses next to the plate. After this, I go a couple of steps to re-let distance between her and me.
Mary Majesty - say making a solemn reverence. My voice echoes in the small chapel. We're just me and her, but Isabel is also present.
After the initial greeting, I kneel before this board, without removing the sight of her name "Mary." What else I can address, if there is no other symbol that means?
Mary: I hope not to interrupt your rest, your Majesty - start by saying -
just came to leave you humble, a small bouquet of roses. I'm not sure if they were your favorite flowers, but coming from the family come, and knowing the symbol representing the Tudor house, I imagined that, at least, I would like - smiled shyly -
been a long time since your death - continue -
No less than 452 years ... And you can be proud, because even today I still remember - I stand hesitant -
Well ... to tell the truth, and however hard it must be acknowledged that, unfortunately, those I remember, most do in a negative sense - back to make a pause in the silence surrounding the small chapel, but then continued -
Many still believe that your reign was the bloodiest in the history of England. And some historians do not make things easier for you begin to believe otherwise - I explain -
still engaged in bad calificaros as "Bloody Mary" , an appellation with which I'm not disagree. We will not be hypocrites - my sincere -
In your reign, Sire, ran a lot of blood. But like a lot of blood ran in your father, the great King Henry VIII or of your brothers. It is true that the young Edward did not have time to do too much, because the Lord wanted to call his hand prematurely. But also be condemned and killed many people. To you do not understand why you are branded as bloodthirsty, when they did no more nor less than other great kings who preceded or followed you, also made for the good of their kingdoms - back to stay silent and then I press -
In Anyway ... I guess that history is written by the victors and the vanquished the falls a bit behind ... - concluded -
literature, film and television, have not been of great help to change minds and everyone starts to think differently about you. Only those that we've become more interested in your person, and have gone to great historians, to know you, are the ones who know more about how you were really. A great sovereign, who made what, at the time, thought it was best for his kingdom - back to lead a quiet and steady -
course not everything is negative, your Majesty. Today, television reaches many people, and it seems that things are changing. At last we could enjoy a series, in which you, you were not the queen, all painted, but the princess dethroned, which is separated from her mother and unspeakable suffering, by a despotic father, who even put his life in danger, if not subjected to strict wills - you remember -
This has made more people excited about your figure. Some put on airs that I know very well, and have been interested in your whole life story. But note that is not true, and only moves them, a fad created by a television series, which have begun to sympathize with your person. It also helps that the actress who plays you do it masterfully, but the series clearly is not all that you did, it would be impossible! Only the book know the truth of what you were - smile - I went
They long to meet you. Even before the rise of the famous television series. And even though your main enemy has always been famous, I was never called so much attention, as your history, and your mother. It seems so unfair that life did both! - sigh -
But we will not talk about it now. It is not the time nor the place. Just came to tell you that I admire you beyond fads, and I think you were a great queen, who did the best he could, and that more good than harm, you left your mark on history. How well did your grandmother, the great Queen Isabella the Catholic. As it did then your beloved mother, the great Queen Catherine of Aragon, and years later, also your father, King Henry VIII. I just hope to remain high to represent you. And hope I'm not too wrong, for nothing more me sad - I sincerely
At that time, in the distance, you hear the sound of Big Ben clock, near the abbey, giving the six o'clock sharp.
Mary: It's time, Your Majesty -
smile I get to my feet, and pulled one of the pockets of my skirts, a small role, which I have written "The epitaph after the death of Queen Mary ", one of several ballads that emerged after his death, and which best reflects the sad feelings of his people, knowing his death.
begin to read, while the bells of Westminster Abbey began to play a dead
Vano is pleasure and brittle glass is desired worldly wealth,
uncertain steps, uncertain life, the continuing desire health. Bear witness
- ay! - Where you can be Mary, Queen of rare late renown.
dead body, live his virtues and proclaim their fame,
In whom such gifts are geared gold, grace and nature.
Thus, when language ceases to say, virtue speaks openly
What virtue is not found in that be precious? Vice
What can be said that it had pleased?
never closed their ears to hear the good man distressed, and never stopped
hand to help when the bad or the power to oppress.
When everything was ruined, she was the passage of the danger joy
When everything was broken, it preserved everything, destroy hurt. As princely
his birth, and of princely was his life. Constant
, courteous, modest, humble, chaste wife and chosen. In the biggest storms
she was not afraid, because there made God his shield, and all your care
gave it to him, who forced his enemies to surrender.
His perfect life in all his patient showed extreme heart
Because in this world but never found her days filled with sorrow and pain.
Veritas Temporis Filia . Farewell, Your Majesty
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six in the morning of November 17. At that time, wrote to the King Show, "died the Queen, Our Lady, and although since I got here the most times was beside himself, always with great sense to God and Christianity" Source: María Jesús Pérez Martín, "Mary Tudor. The great unknown queen " Creation and Editing: Mary Tudor
