'God keep me from that sin,' he answered gravely. '--And of all these traitors,' she continued, 'not one but fell.' 'Aye, by another traitor,' he caught her up. 'It was then as now. Men fell, but treachery prospered--aye, and Rome prospered. So may this realm of England prosper exceedingly. For it is very certain that Cromwell hath brought it to a great pitch, yet Cromwell made himself by betraying the great Cardinal.' Katharine protested too ardently to let him continue. The land was brought to a low and vile estate. And it was known that Cromwell had been, before all things, and to his own peril, faithful to the great Cardinal's cause. Throckmorton shrugged his shoulders. 'Without doubt you know these histories better than I,' he answered. 'But judge them how you will, it is very certain that the King, who loveth simple natures, loveth Privy Seal.' 'Yet you have said that he lay under a great shadow,' Katharine convicted him. 'Well,' he said composedly, 'the balance is down against him. This league with Cleves hath brought him into disfavour. But well he knoweth that, and it will be but a short time ere he will work again, and many years shall pass ere again he shall misjudge. Such mistakes hath he made before this. But there hath never been one to strike at him in the right way and at the right time. Here then is an opening.' Katharine regarded him with a curiosity that was friendly and awakened: he caught her expression and laughed. 'Why, you begin to learn,' he said. 'When you speak clearly I can take your meaning,' she answered. 'Then believe me,' he said earnestly. 'Tell all with whom you may come together. And you may come to your uncle very easily. Tell him that if he may find France and Spain embroiled within this five months, Privy Seal and Cleves may fall together. But, if he delay till Privy Seal hath shaken him clear of Cleves, Cromwell shall be our over-king for twenty years.' He paused and then continued: 'Believe me again. Every word that is spoken against Privy Seal shall tell its tale--until he hath shaken himself clear of this Cleves coil. His Highness shall rave, but the words will rankle. His Highness shall threaten you--but he shall not strike--for he will doubt. It is by his doubts that you may take him.' 'God help me,' Katharine said. 'What is this of "you" to me?' He did not heed her, but continued: