Dr. Feckenham came from the queen to attend her to the scaffold, and I was afraid that he would trouble her; but I noticed as I followed them, with Mistress Ellen, that my lady was not attending to his words, but kept her eyes fixed upon a book of prayers in her hand. The passing bell began to toll slowly and solemnly. It was almost more than I could bear, and the sound of it seemed to startle Lady Jane, for she looked up; and then, appearing for the first time to perceive the faces around her, she bowed and spoke to them, saying to Dr. Feckenham-- 'God will abundantly requite you, good sir, for your humanity to me, though your discourses give me more uneasiness than all the terrors of my approaching death.' 'Look!' whispered Mistress Ellen at that moment. 'Look at those awful birds!' There were indeed a couple of ravens hovering about in the air, as if waiting for the death that was so soon to take place. I did not scream, but felt as if my heart would burst, and the physical pain almost overpowered the mental. Thus we walked across the Green to the scaffold, where there were not so many people assembled, some dreading much to see so sad a sight as the execution of my dear lady. She was not shedding a tear all the time, but bearing herself with meek and gentle dignity, and Mistress Ellen and I were weeping bitterly behind her. And now she stood on the scaffold and spoke to the spectators, and this was what she said, as nearly as I can remember-- 'My lords, and you good Christian people, which come to see me die, I am under a law, and by that law, as a never-erring judge, I am condemned to die; not for anything I have done to offend the queen's majesty, for I am guiltless--but only that I consented to the thing that I was forced into----' She went on to confess herself a sinner and deserving of death, but thanked God that He had given her time to repent of her sins and to trust herself to her Redeemer. Then she continued--'Pray with me and for me whilst I am yet alive, that God, of His infinite goodness and mercy, will forgive my sins, how numberless and grievous soever against Him; and I beseech you all to bear me witness that I here die a true Christian woman, professing and avouching from my soul that I trust to be saved by the blood, passion and merits of Jesus Christ, my Saviour only, and by no other means, casting far behind me all the works and merits of my own actions as things so far short of the true duty I owe that I quake to think how much they may stand up against me. And now I pray you all, pray for me and with me.' The bell went on tolling, and the great dark birds hovered overhead, while the sound of sobs and bitter weeping was also to be heard. Only Lady Jane shed no tears, as kneeling, she repeated the Psalm, _Miserere mei, Deus_-- 'Have mercy upon me, O God, after Thy great goodness: according to the multitude of Thy mercies do away with mine offences.