Yes. I know what I have to do. Wolsingham... ah, my advisor in all matters. He made me realise... [she looked up at the painting of Mary on the wall. Serene, smiling in her purity.] I asked him how the Blessed Virgin could control men's hearts. Even if she was not completely there, and he told me that all men must touch the divine on earth, even just once. It's what I have to do. I have to be divine, to reign supreme I must... be touched by nothing, ever again. Even unto death. I must give hope to my people, my body, my heart, and keep nothing for myself. Nothing less then that will do. That's what I am scared of, what if that isn't enough? And I am executed anyway?

[She was glad for the words, so glad to hear it. She turned into Lenalee a little, small as the girl was, Elizabeth pressed her face briefly against her hair, taking a shaky breath in. It was moments like this that she missed Kat, and the affection she so willingly gave. Lenalee was so much like her. And for a moment, she wished Cross was here to talk to, to hold onto her for little while.] Thank-you. You cannot know what that means to hear. Men never understand it, what it means to be a woman with so much power.