He finds her in tears in her bedchamber, heaving with gasping sobs, and when he kneels at her feet and asks in that sad, desperate voice what has happened, the only word she can manage to choke out is a soft, "Blood."

All in a moment, his face clears, and he smiles gently at her, stroking her cheek and saying, "But we are young still, my dear Anne - there will be other babes yet, you'll see, and no need to weep over your woman's blood so."

He is called away then, and leaves with a kiss pressed to her cheek; she manages a tremulous smile for him and clutches her hand tighter around her bloodied handkerchief, trying to breathe deeply, trying not to cough again, trying desperately to keep her secret from him just a little longer.