"Your rebellion failed, and what of it! The wastrel son is now our king, or so he writes me! And where is your father, fled to Scotland with his shame and grief?" She turns to Kate, eyes blazing. "I sent letters to your brother, begging him for word of you! If my son was lost to the battle, could not my daughter have been spared? Yet I heard nothing, and kept this cold house for no one but the old!"