[Mary's shock is a long, silent pause, with a spatter of quill ink dropping onto the page when she reads the date that Anne has written for her.]
This must be sorcery, Anne, for the year that you mention is not the year that I recall. I recall 1534, with you recently married to my father and with Elizabeth, and I banished to care for my newborn half sister.
I found, equally the same, this journal the evening past.
Shall we meet at the palace, then? I dare say that it will have the most resources. If there is to be more here, then to the Palace they should venture.
I will come by horseback, so I should arrive shortly.