"Through this Holy Unction or oil, and through the great goodness of His mercy, may God pardon thee whatever sins thou hast committed by evil use of sight, hearing, smell, taste and speech, touch, ability to walk."

My Last Rites is over. I feel so tired. I want to sleep. I wonder whether Henry had received my letter.

"Lastly, I make this vow, that mine eyes desire thou above all things."

With these words, I was hoping that he would be willing to see me for the last time, yet he does not even allow my beloved Mary to come.

Will he mourn my death? Or will he feel relieved that his unwanted wife had finally died. There is no use to think of it. The time of Catherine of Aragon, the true Queen of England, has ended. I close my eyes, welcoming the eternity.

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I am floating in a bright light. The light that surrounds me is so bright that I wonder how I can still open my eyes. Maybe that is the beauty of death, everything is limitless.

Then as if a play is enacted in front of me, I see scenes of my life. Every second of my life is replayed. Yet, I was a dispassionate viewer, as if I am watching another woman's life. This is eternity and there is neither short nor long period. Neither tiredness nor boredom.

I see myself floating in my mother's womb. So that is how a baby looks inside a womb.

I see my birth, my childhood, the love of my father and mother, and the siblings that I had not met since I left Spain. I see my wedding with Arthur and then his death.

Next comes my wedding with Henry. He was handsome and I was beautiful. We were young and very much in love with each other. He was my Sir Loyal Heart.

My years with Henry flow in my vision. He was not always loyal but I have never stopped loving him. He was my husband of almost 27 years. My jewel Mary was God's great blessing for our marriage. We both had loved her in abundance. What will happen to Mary? Only God knows. I am dead and she only has the memory of my love.

The scenes passed until the time of my death.

The scenes show all my emotions. My love, my hate, my anger, my arrogance, my sadness, my happiness. The scenes show the times that I had obeyed my God and the times when I displeased him.

I wonder why I feel none of these emotions as I watch the story of my life. Henry, Mary or even Anne Boleyn. They are separated from me.

I just feel serenity and peace. None of my earthly burden matters now. The light that surrounds me becomes even brighter. It feel so warm, so comfortable. It is my time to start another journey.

XXXX

I open my eyes. I felt the hardness of a table under my body. What is the meaning of this?

I look around and I realize that I am only wearing my chemise in a room that seems to be the dungeon of a castle. This is really not my idea of heaven. Is this hell? But then there is no fire or the devil with horns.

The door of the room cracks open. A man has come but he has no pitchfork though he does hold a knife. I look at him and he looks at me. I am puzzled as his face becomes pale with fear as he screams, "She is alive!"