'But, mistress, dear mistress, consider,' she cried. 'Before this she has probably been taken to the Tower, where she will be a prisoner. It will be very different from what it was before,' she continued. 'She will be in another part of the Tower, away from the Royal Palace that she was in before, and they will never allow you to go to her, or, once you go,' she went on inconsequently, 'you will never be permitted to return. Your life won't be safe for a minute, when once you are amongst the State prisoners. They will burn you alive and behead you,' she continued wildly, tears rolling down her face at the idea, 'and then where will you be, my sweet, precious Mistress Margery?' and she caught hold of my hands as if she would keep me away from the Tower by main force. And then my litter suddenly stopped, and Sir Hubert rode alongside, and, stooping over his horse's head, looked earnestly into my face. 'My dearest,' he said to me, lifting his hat with one hand and reining in his horse with the other, 'what is the matter?' I told him that he was taking me in the wrong direction, for that I desired, above all things, to return to Lady Jane. 'Well, that is what I desire too,' he said instantly, 'or at least I wish to be in the neighbourhood of her father, that we may together discuss and plan measures----' He stopped short, looking suspiciously around. 'You understand?' he said. Yes, I understood. He was still not without hope that Mary might be dethroned, and Lady Jane reinstated as Queen. What it is to be young! All things seem possible to the very young, especially when they are greatly desired. 'But Lady Jane Grey wished me to take you to your home, Margery,' he said, 'and indeed I know you would be safer there.' 'Yes,' said I, 'but that does not matter.' 'Would you not like to be back with Jack and Hal and your father?' he asked. For a moment--I was so young and they were so very dear--I wavered. Then I made answer stoutly, 'I want, _above all things, to return to my dear lady. If you love me, dearest, you will take me to her._' 'And if she chides me for disobedience?' 'I will bear the blame,' I said; 'I will bear all the blame.' We had a little more talk about it, and then, the language of our hearts being one and the same, straightway turned about and retraced our steps, making a detour, that we might avoid the dangerous neighbourhood of Crossley Hall. A couple of hours later, Sir Hubert, who had been riding on before, returned to us, saying anxiously, 'Margery, we are pursued. Quite a large company of horsemen have appeared in sight from the direction of Crossley Hall, and they are gaining upon us.' 'Oh,' cried I, 'what shall we do? It would be worse than death to fall again into the hands of Sir Claudius!' 'You never shall,' said Sir Hubert, 'whilst I live and a strong arm can prevent it.'