"Up in the high palace, my mother is weeping. She storms and rages. Tears at her hair. She died thus, driven insane by war and the loss of her ancestral lands. ... I embrace her. "Mother, why do you rage so?" "The doings of men have driven me mad. Everyone told me I must accept what I cannot change. But I wished to change what I cannot accept, and that is where the trouble starts." ... "Mother, do not cry over Wilhelm," I plead, taking her cold hands in mine. "He is not worth it." "Ah, Anna," she says sorrowfully. "You think I'm crying because I had such a foolish son and everyone knew it. But I'm not. I'm crying because I had such a clever daughter and no one did." [Anna of Cleves]"