The Broken Font: A Story of the Civil War, Vol. 2 (of 2)Sherer, Moyle
History
The Broken Font: A Story of the Civil War, Vol. 2 (of 2)
Sherer, Moyle
Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Fiction
“Shame and dishonours! Where are they? ’Tis not the place or manner of
a death can make them; besides, the scaffold hath now become a dying
place of kings, and meaner men may hold themselves ennobled by
suffering like end. I promise by all my love towards my gallant
cousin, by all my truth, and all my hopes of heaven, to hold no word
of conference with him on any matters save our private love as
cousins, and our common faith as Christians.”
Just at this moment a door leading to the wing which Cromwell
inhabited slowly opened, and a lady, with a gracious but most pensive
face entered a little way and gently called him. He turned: the
gloominess which had gathered over his brow at Katharine’s last speech
was dissipated at the sound of her soft voice: he went to her, but
before Katharine could address an appeal to her she had left the
chamber; and Cromwell, returning to the table, took a pen, and wrote
on the back of her petition an order for her admission to the Tower,
and to the prison of Francis Heywood; then, with a grave and not an
unkind look, he put it into her hand.
She glanced at the writing:--“Add another word, my good Lord,--the
body:--Oh, grant me that! When the bloody axe hath done its work, let
the body be my care:--we grew together in our youth,--I would not have
his precious remains buried by executioners.” Cromwell took back the
paper, and, without uttering a word, wrote the permission.
CHAP. XX.
Nor death, nor sleep, nor any dismall shade
Of low, contracting life, she then doth fear;
No troubled thoughts her settled mind invade:
The immortal root of life she seeth clear,
Wisheth she ever were engrafted here.
HENRY MORE.
It had been arranged between Katharine and her ever-constant friends,
the Juxons, who had accompanied her from London on this melancholy
occasion, that she should go to the palace alone, while they awaited
her return on the bank of the river. They had come from Westminster by
water in the morning; and, in the event of her petition being attended
with success, were to go back in the same manner direct to the Tower.
They had been provided with a swift four-oared boat, well manned,
hired for the day; and while Katharine was in the palace, Jane and her
husband sat under the trees not fifty yards from the river, and in
sight of the boat. The men had been cautioned against drinking or
straying, and having shown all civility and attention, rested idly on
the bank, to all seeming in contented obedience. But whether their
patience had been exhausted, or the mournfulness of the party was
displeasing to them, or they felt bribed by the chances of feasting
and merriment with some party of pleasure, just before Katharine came
down to the river, they suddenly took boat and rowed swiftly away,
unheeding the loud and vain remonstrance of Juxon.
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