"Then you also remember that as Israel was speaking, the east wind rose, and stretched wide-out the silk folds, so that the big tawny lion watching the red cross was blown straight above the General’s bare head. And there was a murmur of wonder, and then a great shout, and Israel pointing to the flag and the man below it, cried out— "Behold your Captain! Cromwell ’is a lion’s whelp—from the prey thou art gone up, my son—and unto Him shall the gathering of the people be.’" "I was standing with Mrs. Cromwell and the girls," said Jane; "and at the shout he turned to them, and little Frances ran to him and he gave the flagstaff into your hand, Doctor, and then stooped and tied the child’s tippet. Then Mary and I went closer, and to us he was just the same Mr. Cromwell that I knew years ago, when I sat on his knee, and put my arms round his neck, and he kissed me as tenderly as if I was one of his own little girls. But for all that, something of power and majesty clothed him like a garment, and the people generally feared to touch the hem of it." "_A lion’s whelp!_" he said proudly, "and while England’s lion has such whelps, she may make and unmake kings as is best for her." Then he lit his candle and went stamping down the flagged passage that led to his room. The men and women of the house were waiting there for a word, and with the open door in one hand and the candle in the other, he bade them good-morning with the notable verse Jane had given him for his own comfort. And as he did so, he suddenly remembered that these words had been written thousands of years ago for _his_ encouragement; and he was filled with wonder at the thought, and he called out, "Men and women, all of you, listen once again to the word of the Lord— "’Strive for the truth unto death, and the Lord shall fight for you.’" In the meantime Mrs. Swaffham and Jane were going slowly up-stairs. "We can have two or three hours sleep, Jane," said Mrs. Swaffham; and Jane answered, "Yes" like one who either heard not, or cared not. Her mother understood. She said softly, "He was thinking of Cromwell when he said ’one that was never thought of’—about the crown I mean, Jane?" "Yes, mother—_Oliver Rex_!" "It might be." "It ought to be. He has conquered England, Ireland, Scotland:—William of Normandy had not a third of his right." "I wish I could forget the man; for I must lose myself for an hour or two, or I shall be good for nothing when daylight comes. You, too, Jane, go and sleep." She said, "Yes, mother." But sleep was a thousand miles away from Jane Swaffham. *CHAPTER III* *WOVEN OF LOVE AND GLORY* "Because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence." "See that thou lovest what is lovely."