The hall was now full of wild men, nymphs in white gowns, men bearing aspergers with which to scatter perfumes, and merry andrews, so that the floor could no longer be seen. A party of lords had overset a table in their efforts to get to the nymphs. The Queen was schooled to go out behind the arras, and the ladies, laughing, calling to each other and to the men at the other tables, and pinning up their hoods, filed out after her. 'I shall do my best to please your master and mine,' Katharine said. 'But he must even help me, or I can be no example to emulate, but one at whom the finger of scorn is likely to be pointed.' Viridus paused before he led his charge from the gallery. His pale-blue eyes were more placable. 'You shall be well seconded. But have a care. Dally with no traitors. Speak fairly of your master's friends.' He touched her above the left breast with a claw-like finger. 'The Italian writes: "Whoso mocketh my love mocketh also mine own self."' 'I mock none,' Katharine said. 'But I have a cousin to be provided for that neither you nor I shall mock with much safety if he be sober enough to stand.' He listened to her with his hand upon the door of the gallery: his air was attentive and aroused. She related very simply how Culpepper had besieged her door--'He came to London to help me on my way and to seek fortune in some war. I would that a place might be found for him, for here he is like to ruin both himself and me.' 'We have need of good swordsmen for an errand,' he said, in an absorbed voice. 'There was never a better than Tom,' Katharine said. 'He hath cut a score of throats. Your lord would have sent him to Calais.' He muttered: 'Why, there are places other than Calais where a man may make a fortune.' Something sinister in his brooding voice made her say: 'I would not have him killed. He hath made me many presents.' He looked at her expressionlessly: 'It is very certain that you can not serve my lord with such a firebrand to your tail,' he said. 'I will find him an errand.' 'But not where he shall be killed,' she said again. 'Why,' he said slowly, 'I will send him where he will make a great fortune.' 'A great fortune would help him little,' she answered. 'I would have him sent where he may fight evenly matched.' He laid his hand upon her wrist. 'He is in as much danger here as anywhere. This is not Lincolnshire, but an ordered Court.'--A man drew his sword with some peril there, for there were laws against it. If men came brawling in the maids' quarters at nights there were penalties of losing fingers, hands, or even heads. And the maids themselves were liable to be whipped.--He shook his head at her: 'If your cousin hath so violent an inclination to you I were your best friend to send him far away.' It was in his mind that if they were to breed this girl to be a spy they must keep her protected from madmen. Something of mystery in his manner penetrated to her quick senses.