Deep in my belly my baby churned and struggled as if he too could feel the heat, as if he too wanted, more than anything in the world, to live. I looked through the shifting heat haze of the smoke and saw Hugo's white, panic-stricken face turned towards me, and I tried to make my lips say 'Goodbye' but I knew he could not see me properly. His sight was too blurred, it is fading fast. He could not see me when I said to him 'Goodbye'.

I held firmly around her waist and tried to force myself to stand still like a woman with holy courage. It was no use. The bundles of dry wood beneath my feet were shifting, the flames were licking up from underneath. I stepped from one foot to the other in a foolish dance, vainly trying to spare my bare feet from the pain of burning.

'Alys! Jump!' Hugo yelled. He was beating at the flames with his cloak. Stephen was behind him, screaming for water to douse the fire. 'Jump off!' Hugo shrieked

The old lord was close behind him, his arms held out to me. 'Come down, Alys!' he shouted at me. 'Come away!'

Then Hugo flung himself past his father towards the flames and Stephen and some other men dragged him back. I saw them struggle with him, as I fretted from one frightened foot to the other and the heat fanned around me like the breath of a dragon. Through the heat haze I could see Hugo's face looking towards me, his mouth calling my name, and I saw in his eyes his terror of losing me and I knew then -for the first time perhaps – that he had loved me. And that for a little while – God knows only a little, little while – that I had loved him.

I turned my face away from him, away from the castle, away from them all. I leaned my head on her thin shoulder and tightened my arms around her waist. The flames had flickered up the back of the stake and the singed rope binding her hands behind her suddenly parted. Her broken, racked hand stroked my hair, I clasped the top of my head in her blessing. And even with the pain from my scalding feet and the heat of the smoke in my throat and the ceaseless, senseless thudding of fear all through me, I felt at peace at last. Because I knew at last where I belonged, and because I had found, at the very last, a love I would not betray.

The last thing I knew, even more powerful than my old constant terror of fire, was her arms coming around me and her voice. She said:

'My daughter.

Philippa Gregory

Philippa Gregory holds a doctorate from the University of Edinburgh for her research into eighteenth-century literature. She trained as a journalist and worked for the BBC, She lives with her family in West Sussex. Philippa Gregory is best known for her eighteenth-century novels, Wideacre, The Favoured Child and Meridon, which together make up the best selling saga of the Lacey family and are published by Penguin. Penguin also publish her novel Mrs Hartley and the Growth Centre. Her most recent novel is Fallen Skies. She has also written several children's books, Princess Florizella (Puffin 1989), Florizella and the Wolves and Florizella and the Giant.