Excerpt from The White Queen: A Tale of the Youth of St. Louis, King of France<br><br>The mother moved first. When the dawn stole through the chinks beneath the crazy door, she rose, stirred the dying fire, and felt for the hand of her child. It lay warm - too warm - within her own. Then the little one tossed on the trundle-bed, and in a hoarse voice asked for water. She was holding the cup to its lips when Jean the Miller roused from his straw close by, and the mother could guess His question before he uttered it.<br><br>About the Publisher<br><br>Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com<br><br>This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.