There are so many little fantastic, half-thrown away lines here that I was almost dizzy with it, tiny little hooks that keep drawing the reader in and making them see other facets all at once.

This combination of things here was just the right sort of painful:

'Richard is slightly flushed; he has prayed for their preservation, but he is not praying now.

It is some days since Henry last saw his son. His son, almost a whore – the keen little pain of thinking so, and he never shirks it – reminds him far too much.

Later, his son begins to rebuild Shene.'

Just ow, all round.

And the scene with Aumerle was just heaven - but then I am terribly prejudiced when it comes to scenes with Aumerle...

The last line, of course, is perfect.