Sharon Kay Penman
Henry Holt and Co.
They were intimate enemies, bound by blood. Here in the torchlit splendor of the Chapel of St John the Evangelist, they’d fought yet another of their battles. As always, there was no winner. They’d inflicted wounds that would be slow to heal, and that, too, was familiar. Nothing had changed, nothing had been resolved. But never had the stakes been so high. It shimmered in the shadows between them, the ultimate icon of power: England’s royal crown.
Few knew better than Eleanor of Aquitaine how