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another, and finally a third; the marriage then took place by the death-bed of Sir Richard. It had not proved a happy one. It was whispered
about the country that shortly after the nuptials the bride found among
her husbandâs papers several rough and incomplete drafts of the fatal
letter, and had accused him of precipitating the marriageâand Sir
Richardâs death, tooâby a wicked forgery. Tales of cruelty to the Lady
Edith and the servants were to be heard on all hands; and since the
fatherâs death Sir Hugh had thrown off all soft disguises and become a
pitiless master toward all who in any way depended upon him and his
domains for bread.
There was a bit of Andrewâs gossip which the King listened to with a
lively interestâ
âThere is rumour that the King is mad. But in charity forbear to say I
mentioned it, for âtis death to speak of it, they say.â
His Majesty glared at the old man and saidâ
âThe King is NOT mad, good manâand thouâlt find it to thy advantage to
busy thyself with matters that nearer concern thee than this seditious
prattle.â
âWhat doth the lad mean?â said Andrews, surprised at this brisk assault
from such an unexpected quarter. Hendon gave him a sign, and he did not
pursue his question, but went on with his budgetâ
âThe late King is to be buried at Windsor in a day or twoâthe 16th of
the monthâand the new King will be crowned at Westminster the 20th.â
âMethinks they must needs find him first,â muttered his Majesty; then
added, confidently, âbut they will look to thatâand so also shall I.â
âIn the name ofââ
But the old man got no furtherâa warning sign from Hendon checked his
remark. He resumed the thread of his gossipâ
âSir Hugh goeth to the coronationâand with grand hopes. He confidently
looketh to come back a peer, for he is high in favour with the Lord
Protector.â
âWhat Lord Protector?â asked his Majesty.
âHis Grace the Duke of Somerset.â
âWhat Duke of Somerset?â
âMarry, there is but oneâSeymour, Earl of Hertford.â
The King asked sharplyâ
âSince when is HE a duke, and Lord Protector?â
âSince the last day of January.â
âAnd prithee who made him so?â
âHimself and the Great Councilâwith help of the King.â
His Majesty started violently. âThe KING!â he cried. âWHAT king, good
sir?â
âWhat king, indeed! (God-a-mercy, what aileth the boy?) Sith we have but
one, âtis not difficult to answerâhis most sacred Majesty King Edward
the Sixthâwhom God preserve! Yea, and a dear and gracious little urchin
is he, too; and whether he be mad or noâand they say he mendeth dailyâ
his praises are on all menâs lips; and all bless him, likewise, and offer
prayers that he may be spared to reign long in England; for he began
humanely with saving the old Duke of Norfolkâs life, and now is he bent
on destroying the cruellest of the laws that harry and oppress the
people.â
This news struck his Majesty dumb with amazement, and plunged him into so
deep and dismal a reverie that he heard no more of the old manâs gossip.
He wondered if the âlittle urchinâ was the beggar-boy whom he left
dressed in his own garments in the palace. It did not seem possible that
this could be, for surely his manners and speech would betray him if he
pretended to be the Prince of Walesâthen he would be driven out, and
search made for the true prince. Could it be that the Court had set up
some sprig of the nobility in his place? No, for his uncle would not
allow thatâhe was all-powerful and could and would crush such a
movement, of course. The boyâs musings profited him nothing; the more he
tried to unriddle the mystery the more perplexed he became, the more his
head ached, and the worse he slept. His impatience to get to London grew
hourly, and his captivity became almost unendurable.
Hendonâs arts all failed with the Kingâhe could not be comforted; but a
couple of women who were chained near him succeeded better. Under their
gentle ministrations he found peace and learned a degree of patience. He
was very grateful, and came to love them dearly and to delight in the
sweet and soothing influence of their presence. He asked them why they
were in prison, and when they said they were Baptists, he smiled, and
inquiredâ
âIs that a crime to be shut up for in a prison? Now I grieve, for I
shall lose yeâthey will not keep ye long for such a little thing.â
They did not answer; and something in their faces made him uneasy. He
said, eagerlyâ
âYou do not speak; be good to me, and tell meâthere will be no other
punishment? Prithee tell me there is no fear of that.â
They tried to change the topic, but his fears were aroused, and he
pursued itâ
âWill they scourge thee? No, no, they would not be so cruel! Say they
would not. Come, they WILL not, will they?â
The women betrayed confusion and distress, but there was no avoiding an
answer, so one of them said, in a voice choked with emotionâ
âOh, thouâlt break our hearts, thou gentle spirit!âGod will help us to
bear ourââ
âIt is a confession!â the King broke in. âThen they WILL scourge thee,
the stony-hearted wretches! But oh, thou must not weep, I cannot bear
it. Keep up thy courageâI shall come to my own in time to save thee
from this bitter thing, and I will do it!â
When the King awoke in the morning, the women were gone.
âThey are saved!â he said, joyfully; then added, despondently, âbut woe
is me!âfor they were my comforters.â
Each of them had left a shred of ribbon pinned to his clothing, in token
of remembrance. He said he would keep these things always; and that soon
he would seek out these dear good friends of his and take them under his
protection.
Just then the jailer came in with some subordinates, and commanded that
the prisoners be conducted to the jail-yard. The King was overjoyedâit
would be a blessed thing to see the blue sky and breathe the fresh air
once more. He fretted and chafed at the slowness of the officers, but
his turn came at last, and he was released from his staple and ordered to
follow the other prisoners with Hendon.
The court or quadrangle was stone-paved, and open to the sky. The
prisoners entered it through a massive archway of masonry, and were
placed in file, standing, with their backs against the wall. A rope was
stretched in front of them, and they were also guarded by their officers.
It was a chill and lowering morning, and a light snow which had fallen
during the night whitened the great empty space and added to the general
dismalness of its aspect. Now and then a wintry wind shivered through the
place and sent the snow eddying hither and thither.
In the centre of the court stood two women, chained to posts. A glance
showed the King that these were his good friends. He shuddered, and said
to himself, âAlack, they are not gone free, as I had thought. To think
that such as these should know the lash!âin England! Ay, thereâs the
shame of itânot in Heathennesse, Christian England! They will be
scourged; and I, whom they have comforted and kindly entreated, must look
on and see the great wrong done; it is strange, so strange, that I, the
very source of power in this broad realm, am helpless to protect them.
But let these miscreants look well to themselves, for there is a day
coming when I will require of them a heavy reckoning for this work. For
every blow they strike now, they shall feel a hundred then.â
A great gate swung open, and a crowd of citizens poured in. They flocked
around the two women, and hid them from the Kingâs view. A clergyman
entered and passed through the crowd, and he also was hidden. The King
now heard talking, back and forth, as if questions were being asked and
answered, but he could not make out what was said. Next there was a deal
of bustle and preparation, and much passing and repassing of officials
through that part of the crowd that stood on the further side of the
women; and whilst this proceeded a deep hush gradually fell upon the
people.
Now, by command, the masses parted and fell aside, and the King saw a
spectacle that froze the marrow in his bones. Faggots had been piled
about the two women, and a kneeling man was lighting them!
The women bowed their heads, and covered their faces with their hands;
the yellow flames began to climb upward among the snapping and crackling
faggots, and wreaths of blue smoke to stream away on the wind; the
clergyman lifted his hands and began a prayerâjust then two young girls
came flying through the great gate, uttering piercing screams, and threw
themselves upon the women at the stake. Instantly they were torn away by
the officers, and one of them was kept in a tight grip, but the other
broke loose, saying she would die with her mother; and before she could
be stopped she had flung her arms about her motherâs neck again. She was
torn away once more, and with her gown on fire. Two or three men held
her, and the burning portion of her gown was snatched off and thrown
flaming aside, she struggling all the while to free herself, and saying
she would be alone in the world, now; and begging to be allowed to die
with her mother. Both the girls screamed continually, and fought for
freedom; but suddenly this tumult was drowned under a volley of heart-piercing shrieks of mortal agonyâthe King glanced from the frantic girls
to the stake, then turned away and leaned his ashen face against the
wall, and looked no more. He said, âThat which I have seen, in that one
little moment, will never go out from my memory, but will abide there;
and I shall see it all the days, and dream of it all the nights, till I
die. Would God I had been blind!â
Hendon was watching the King. He said to himself, with satisfaction,
âHis disorder mendeth; he hath changed, and groweth gentler. If he had
followed his wont, he would have stormed at these varlets, and said he
was King, and commanded that the women be turned loose unscathed. Soon
his delusion will pass away and be forgotten, and his poor mind will be
whole again. God speed the day!â
That same day several prisoners were brought in to remain over night, who
were being conveyed, under guard, to various places in the kingdom, to
undergo punishment for crimes committed. The King conversed with theseâ
he had made it a point, from the beginning, to instruct himself for the
kingly office by questioning prisoners whenever the opportunity offeredâ
and the tale of their woes wrung his heart. One of them was a poor half-witted woman who had stolen a yard or two of cloth from a weaverâshe was
to be hanged for it. Another was a man who had been accused of stealing
a horse; he said the proof had failed, and he had imagined that he was
safe from the halter; but noâhe was hardly free before he was arraigned
for killing a deer in the Kingâs park; this was proved against him,
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