"We call it death," saith Sir John de Gaytenby--"we of this nether world, that be ever in sickness and weariness, in tene and in temptation. Know we what they call it which have forded the Rubicon, and stand safe on the pavement of the Golden City? `_Multo magis melius_,' saith the Apostle [Philippians One verse 23]: `much more better' to dissolve and to be with Christ. And the colder be the waters man hath to ford, the gladder and welcomer shall be the light of the Golden City. They were chill, I cast no doubt: and all the chiller for the hand that chilled them. With how sharp thorns and briers God hath to drive some of His sheep! But once in the Fold, there shall be time to forget them all. `When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee' [Isaiah 43 verse 2]--that is enough now. We can stay us upon that promise till we come through. And then there shall be no more need for Him to be with us in tribulation, since we shall reign with Him for ever and ever." Old Sir Simon de Driby came up behind us as the Confessor ended. "Have you guessed, Sir John, our dread news?--and you, Dame Cicely?" "I have guessed, and I think rightly," answered Sir John. "For Dame Cicely I cannot say." I shook mine head, and Sir Simon told me. "Sir Edward of Caernarvon is dead." "Dead--the King!" "`The King' no longer," saith Sir Simon sorrowfully. "O Sir Simon!" cried I. "How died he?" "God knoweth," he made answer. "I misdoubt if man shall know." "Or woman?" quoth Sir John, significantly. "The schoolmaster learned me that man includeth woman," saith Sir Simon, smiling full grimly. "He learned you not, I reckon, that woman includeth man," saith Sir John, somewhat after the same manner. "Ah, _woe_ worth the day!" Sir Simon fetched an heavy sigh. "Well, God forgive us all!" "Amen!" Sir John made answer. I think few men were in the realm that did not believe the King's death was murder. But nought was done to discover the murderers, neither to bring them to justice. It was not until after the Mortimer was out of the way that any such thing was done. When so it was, mandate was issued for the arrest of Sir Thomas de Gournay, Constable of Bristol Castle, and William de Ocle, that had been keepers of the King at Berkeley Castle. What came of Ocle know I not; but Sir Thomas fled beyond seas to the King's dominions of Spain [Note 3], and was afterwards taken. But he came not to trial, for he died on the way: and there were that said he knew too much to be permitted to make defence. [Note 4.]