"Christ hath the keys, not they. If they be suffered to take our lives away, it is because we have ended our work, and He calleth us home to Him. And what child ever went home from school that went not gladly, except indeed he had an ill home? Let us not bring up an evil report of that good Land, by unwillingness to go Home." Coming back, they found Dr Thorpe returned, and talking with Thekla. "She is the manliest woman ever I saw in all my life!" cried he. Thekla made no answer, except a smile; but it disappeared as soon as she saw her friends, and coming forward, she began to talk in a low tone with Robin. "There is small praise for somebody," said John. "Who is it--my Lady Elizabeth's Grace?" "Even so," replied Dr Thorpe. "Well, and how went the matter?" said he. "Why," he answered, "they took her in at the drawbridge by the Traitor's Gate. And, the barge arrived there, my Lord Treasurer sent my Lord of Sussex to desire her Grace to land. `Nay, that will I not,' quo' she. Nor could she, in very deed, unless she had gone into the water over her shoe. My Lord of Sussex then went back from her to my Lord Treasurer, and brought word that she would not come. Then said my Lord Treasurer roughly, `She shall not choose.' And all this while sat she in the rain. So my Lord Treasurer stepped forward and did proffer his cloak for her to tread on. Then up rose my Lady Elizabeth, and put back my Lord Treasurer's cloak with her hand, with a good dash. And setting her foot upon the stair, she saith stoutly, `Here landeth the truest subject, being a prisoner, that ever landed at these stairs.' To whom my Lord Treasurer--`So much the better for you, Madam.' So in went she, as manly as ever did man; and Sir John Gage shut up the gates upon her. She hath the stoutest stomach ever I saw. If all the men were hanged through England, there should be yet one left in her." On Good Friday the Marquis of Northampton was released from the Tower. Dr Thorpe said, the Queen "played at see-saw with my Lord of Northampton, for he is in the Tower this day and out the next, and so over again." In the afternoon of Easter Sunday, Esther and Mrs Rose went out together. When they returned, Mrs Rose went up quickly to her own chamber; and Esther drew her mistress aside. "Why, Esther, what is the matter?" said Isoult. "Methinks I had better tell you," replied she. "I would I could have helped it; yet the Blessed saw not good. As we came back through Poules, there was set up on a board a long list of all the priests in this diocese which have been divorced from their wives by decree of my Lord of London; and them that had parted by consent were set by themselves. And in this list--" "Good lack!" cried Isoult. "Saw you Mr Rose's name?"