Meet Sarah Mendez from The Tudor Queens’ Midwife by Brigitte Barnard

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Interviewer: Mistress Sarah, you have served Queen Katherine for many years in the birthing
chamber. What have you observed about her strength as a mother?


Sarah: Her Majesty is a woman of unwavering fortitude. Though sorrow has visited her more
times than I dare count, she meets each trial with the resolve of a true queen. I have seen
her cradle a lifeless babe, pressing her lips to its cooling brow, and yet by dawn, she stands
before her ladies, her grief concealed beneath a mantle of dignity. She does not weep where
others may see—her sorrow is carried in her prayers, in the long hours she spends upon her
knees. If strength is measured by endurance, then there is no woman in England, nay, in https://amzn.to/41mTMQIChristendom, stronger than she.

Interviewer: Many whisper of the King’s desire for a son. How does the Queen bear the
weight of such expectations?
Sarah: A queen’s duty is to provide heirs, yet a woman’s body does not always yield to duty.
Her Majesty has done all that is required of her—she has fasted, she has sought the most learned physicians, she has entrusted herself to God’s mercy. I have known many women in my profession who crumble beneath such burdens, yet she does not. She holds to her faith,
to the conviction that she is the true and rightful wife of the King, and that in the end, justice
will prevail. But I would be lying if I said I do not see the toll it takes. The sleepless nights,
the silent prayers murmured when she believes herself alone… Such a burden is not easily

borne.

Interviewer: You are well-spoken for a midwife, Mistress Sarah. Where did you come by
such an education?


Sarah: I was fortunate in my youth. My father believed that a sharp mind was as valuable as
a skilled hand, and though many deem it unnecessary for a woman to read more than a
psalter, he insisted I be taught beyond such limits. I learned Latin, some Greek, and the art
of numbers, but it is in my profession that my knowledge has served me best. The study of
the body is a lifelong pursuit, and I take no greater pride than in aiding women in their hour
of need. Books, however, can only teach so much—true wisdom comes from years at the
birthing bed, from knowing when to act and when to pray.
(She avoids mentioning that her father was a Jewish scholar, that her first letters were not in
Latin but Hebrew. To reveal such a truth would be dangerous, and she is careful with her words.)

Interviewer: The Queen is deeply devout. Have you ever spoken with her about matters of
faith?


Sarah: Her Majesty’s faith is the foundation upon which she stands. It guides her every
thought, every action. She speaks of it often, and I listen with due reverence. A midwife hears many things—prayers whispered in labor, confessions spoken between cries of pain. Faith is a great comfort in the birthing chamber, for it is there that life and death stand side by side. I do not question the Queen’s devotion, nor do I question that faith gives strength where the body falters.
(She does not speak of her own faith. She does not tell the interviewer that when she prays,
it is not to the saints but to the Almighty, that when she fasts, it is not for Lent but for Yom Kippur. Such truths must remain hidden.)

Interviewer: The court is a place of intrigue. Have you ever feared for your safety?


Sarah: Fear is the shadow that walks beside all who serve the great and powerful. A midwife
is a keeper of secrets—she knows who has conceived, who has lost a child, who seeks
remedies best left unspoken. I tread carefully, as all must do. But it is not only courtly
whispers that give me pause. A misplaced word, a careless slip, and a life can be undone. I
take great care to be what I am expected to be—no more, no less. A woman in my position
must always remember that there are ears everywhere, and not all ears are kind


Brigitte Barnard is an amateur historian and home birth midwife whose deep passion for history and expertise in maternal care bring exceptional authenticity to her storytelling. A mother of four, she also breeds Cavalier King Charles Spaniels. Currently, she is working on her next book—a nonfiction exploration of dynastic childbirth in the Tudor court—for one of the UK’s leading publishers.

A Conversation with Aimee Jarre of Amanda Cabot’s A Tender Hope

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NOVEL PASTIMES: Good morning, Aimee. Did I pronounce your name correctly?

AIMEE: I’m afraid not, but don’t feel badly. Most Americans have trouble with it. It’s eh-MAY, not Amy.

NOVEL PASTIMES: Of course. You’re French.

AIMEE: You might not think so from my accent, but I was born right here in Texas. That makes me a Texan, doesn’t it? It is true, though, that until a couple months ago, I lived in France.

NOVEL PASTIMES: So, why did you come to America, or am I being presumptuous in asking?

AIMEE: It’s not a secret. I wanted to find my mother – my birth mother, that is. You see, when my parents died – my French parents, that is – I learned that I’d been adopted.

NOVEL PASTIMES: That must have been a surprise.

AIMEE: A surprise, yes. Also a shock, but it explained so many things.

NOVEL PASTIMES: Like what?

AIMEE: Like … Would you mind if we talked about something else?

NOVEL PASTIMES: Of course not. Please believe me when I say that I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. It’s simply that I’ve never met anyone who lived in France. What was it like?

AIMEE: Beautiful but old, and the people are more … how do you say it? Reserved. That’s the word. Reserved. I find Texans friendlier.

NOVEL PASTIMES: We pride ourselves on that. We’re curious too, which is why I want to know more about your trip here. I heard that you came to Cimarron Creek with our new midwife. What’s she like?

AIMEE: Thea’s wonderful. I’ve always wanted a sister, and she’s as close to one as I could ever have dreamt. Truly, God led me to Ladreville at the perfect time. If I’d arrived a month later, I might never have met Thea.

NOVEL PASTIMES: The ladies are all happy that we have a new midwife, but I heard some of them say that sometimes Thea seems sad.

AIMEE: That’s only natural, don’t you think? After all, she lost both her husband and her baby this year. Wouldn’t that make anyone sad?

NOVEL PASTIMES: Of course, but I sense that you think there’s something more.

AIMEE: I shouldn’t say anything.

NOVEL PASTIMES: Whatever you say, it’ll just be between you and me. A secret. I promise.

AIMEE: Thea says there are no secrets in Cimarron Creek.

NOVEL PASTIMES: Then she’s wrong. There are plenty of secrets. But if you don’t want to tell me more about her, I won’t press you.

AIMEE: One thing I can tell you is that I hope she finds another man to love and maybe even marry.

NOVEL PASTIMES: What about the Ranger who’s been spending so much time in town?

AIMEE: Jackson seems like a good man. He might be the right one for Thea.

NOVEL PASTIMES: What about you? What kind of man would be the perfect husband for you?

AIMEE: Me? I don’t plan to marry anyone.

NOVEL PASTIMES: You don’t expect me to believe that, do you? You’re a pretty girl and a smart one. I’m sure all the single men in town are standing in line to court you.

AIMEE: That’s not so, and even if it were true, there’s only one who’s caught my eye.

NOVEL PASTIMES: Who’s that?

AIMEE: It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t feel that way about me.

NOVEL PASTIMES: But he might change his mind.

AIMEE: Maybe, but I think it would take a miracle.

NOVEL PASTIMES: Miracles do happen.

AIMEE: Not to me.

Well, thank you, Aimee. We are eager to hear the rest of your story!

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Amanda Cabot is the bestselling author of A Stolen Heart and A Borrowed Dream, as well as the Texas Crossroads, Texas Dreams, and Westward Winds series. Her books have been finalists for the ACFW Carol Awards, the HOLT Medallion, and the Booksellers’ Best. She lives in Wyoming. Learn more at www.amandacabot.com.

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