'Why, Privy Seal shall make amends,' the King answered. 'It was his man that did miscall thee. Therefore, Privy Seal shall come to dine with thee, and shall, in the presence of all men, hold out to thee his hand.' 'Let him come, then, with great state,' the bishop stuck to his note. 'Aye, with a great state,' the King answered. 'I will have an end to these quarrels.' He set his hand cordially upon Privy Seal's shoulder. 'For thee,' he said, 'I would have thee think between now and the assembling of the Parliaments of what title thou wilt have to an earldom.' Cromwell fell upon one knee, and, in Latin, made three words of a speech of thanks. 'Why, good man,' the King said, 'art a man very valuable to me.' His eyes rested upon Katharine for a moment. 'I am well watched for by one and the other of you,' he went on. 'Each of you by now has brought me a letter of this lady's.' Katharine cried out at Gardiner: 'You too!' His eyes sought the ground, and then looked defiantly into hers. 'You did threaten me!' he said doggedly. 'I was minded to be betimes.' 'Why, end it all, now and here,' the King said. 'Here is a folly with a silly wench in it.' 'Here was a treason that I would show your Highness,' the Bishop said doggedly. 'Sirs,' the King said. He touched his bonnet: 'God in His great mercy has seen fit much to trouble me. But here are troubles that I may end. Now I have ended them all. If this lady would not have her cousin to murder a cardinal, God, she would not. There are a plenty others to do that work.' He pressed one hand on Cromwell's chest and pushed him backwards gently. 'Get thee gone, now,' he said, 'out of earshot. I shall speak with thee soon.--And you!' he added to Winchester. 'Body of God, Body of God,' he muttered beneath his breath, as they went, 'very soon now I can rid me of these knaves,' and then, suddenly, he blared upon Katharine: 'Thou seest how I am plagued and would'st leave me. Before the Most High God, I swear thou shalt not.' She fell upon her knees. 'With each that speaks, I find a new traitor to me,' she said. 'Let me begone.' He threatened her with one hand. 'Wench,' he said, 'I have had better converse with thee than with man or child this several years. Thinkest thou I will let thee go?' She began to sob: 'What rest may I have? What rest?' He mocked her: 'What rest may I have? What rest? My nights are full of evil dreams! God help me. Have I offered thee foul usage? Have I pursued thee with amorous suits?' She said pitifully: 'You had better have done that than set me amongst these plotters.' 'I have never seen a woman so goodly to look upon as thou art,' he answered. She covered her face with her hands, but he pulled them apart and gazed at it. 'Child,' he said, 'I will cherish thee as I would a young lamb. Shalt have Cromwell's head; shalt have Winchester in what gaol thou wilt when I have used them.' She put her fingers in her ears. 'For pity,' she whispered. 'Let me begone.'