Of all those letters only two survive.
"My king and lord," she wrote in one of these, "alas! How we
suffer by absence! I am so filled with the pain of it that if I
did not seek the relief of writing to your Majesty and thus spend
some moments in communion with you, there would be an end to me.
What I feel to-day is what I feel every day when I recall the
happy moments sodeliciously spent, which are no more. This
privation is for me so severe a punishment of heaven that I
should call it unjust, for without cause I find myself deprived
of the happiness missed by me for so many years and purchased at
the price of suffering and tears. Ah, my lord, how willingly,
nevertheless, would I not suffer all over again the misfortunes
that have crushed me if thus I might spare your Majesty the least
of them. May He who rules the world grant my prayers and set a
term to so great an unhappiness, and to the intolerable torment I
suffer through being deprived of the presence of your Majesty. It
were impossible for long to suffer so much pain and live.
"I belong to you, my lord; you know it already. The troth I
plighted to you I shall keep in life and in death, for death
itself could not tear it from my soul, and this immortal soul
will harbour it through eternity.
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