Philip came at last--too soon at any time--landing at Hampton on the 20th of July. He and the Queen were married in the Lady Chapel of Winchester Cathedral on the 25th, Mr Underhill being present, and receiving a venison pasty as his share of the spoil; and on the 19th of August, London went forth to welcome its new King. Dr Thorpe, of course, put on clean ruffles and trudged off to see the sight; so did John and Robin, though they contented themselves with strolling down to the riverside to watch the barge pass. Isoult declined, as she said, "to go see one of whom she feared so much." John asked Mrs Rose and Thekla if they wished to go. "What! to see the Prince of the Asturias?" [Note 6] cried Mrs Rose. "Think you we have seen too little of him in Flanders? I would as soon to see Satan." Thekla smiled and shook her head; and that was her answer. So when the three returned, they were desired to say, "what like were the King." "Not so high as Kate, nor any thing like so well favoured," growled Dr Thorpe. "Softly! softly!" said John, smiling. "Call him a king!" said Dr Thorpe, who appeared somewhat put out. "On my word, I have seen many a mason and carpenter a deal fairer men, and vastly taller fellows of their hands. He should be 'shamed to be a king, and so slender and pitiful a fellow." Isoult could not help laughing, and so did Thekla. "Now give us thine opinion, Jack," said his wife. "Well," replied he, "methinks his Highness is somewhat taller than Kate; but truly he is under the common height of men. His limbs be well made and lithe, and his person of fair proportions. His hair is somewhat too deep to call it yellow, yet fair; his eyes grey, with a weak look thereabout, as though he might not bear overmuch light; his brow not ill-made for wit, yet drawing backward; his lips large, very red, and thick like all of his house [Note 7]. He hath a fair beard and mustachio, and his complexion is fair, yet not clear, but rather of a Cain-colour." [Note 8]. "Ah, the lip of the House of Austria--how well I know it! It maketh me to shudder to hear you," said Mrs Rose. "Yet if his complexion be Cain-colour, he is changed from what he was. In his young years was it very fair and clear,--as fair as Walter." "He is mighty unlike Walter now," said Dr Thorpe. "And what is thy view, Robin?" "I have not to add to what Father hath said," replied he, "saving that I thought there was a gloomy and careworn look upon the King's face. He is stately and majestical of his carriage; but his nether part of his face cometh forward in a fashion rather strong than seemly. It struck me he should be a man not easily turned from his purpose." Mr Underhill presented himself in the evening. "Well," said he, "saw you our goodly King Philip?" "Nay," said Dr Thorpe, "I saw a mighty ill-favoured."