1 Fotheringhay 1 福瑟临黑 My name is Bess Curle, but this is not my story. It is the story of my lady Mary, Queen of Scots.She wrote the story, and then she gave it to me. I am going to give it to her son. 我的名字叫贝斯·柯尔,但这不是我的故事。它是有关我的夫人玛丽苏格兰女王的故事。她写下了这个故事,便交给我。我将把它转交给她的儿子。 She began the story a week ago. It was January 1587, and we sat here in our cold room in Fotheringhay Castle, in the north of England. We couldn't see much from the window.One or two houses, a river, some trees, some horses, and a road. That's all. 她开始写这个故事是在一个星期以前。那是在1587年的1月,我们坐在英格兰北部福瑟临黑城堡中的一间寒冷的屋子里。透过窗户,我们看不到多少东西,一两幢房屋,一条河流,一些树木,几匹马和一条路,仅此而已。 The road goes to London, the home of Queen Elizabeth of England. Mary sat with her little dog in her hands and watched it, all day long. 这条路通往伦敦——英格兰伊丽莎白女王的住宅。一整天玛丽都坐着,手里抱着她的小狗,两眼望着这条路。 No one came along the road. Nothing happened. I watched Mary, unhappily. 没有人从这条路上走来,什么也没有发生。我望着玛丽,心里很悲哀。 ‘Please, Your Majesty, come away from that window,'I said.‘ It doesn't help. No one is going