"Master Cromwell," went on the old man, "he must have known that Mr.
Cromwell had others, more important, that would be certainly found and used against him."
"Then why did he burn them? You understand, sir, that I only wish to know what I have to say to his Grace."
"He burned them, my Lord, because he could not bear that his hand should be lifted against his master. Surely that is but loyal and good!"
The Archbishop nodded quietly three or four times.
"And you desire that his Grace will take order to have Mr. Torridon released?"
"That is it, my Lord," said the lawyer.
"Yes, I understand. And can you give any pledge for Mr. Torridon"s good behaviour?"
"He has served Mr. Cromwell," answered the lawyer, "very well for many years. He has been with him in the matter of the Religious Houses; he was one of the King"s Visitors, and a.s.sisted in the--the destruction of Lewes priory; and that, my Lord, is a sufficient--"
Sir James gave a sudden sob.
"Mr. Herries, Mr. Herries--"
Cranmer turned to him smiling.
"I know what you feel, sir," he said. "But if this is true--"
"Why, it is true! G.o.d help him," cried the old man.
"Then that is what we need, sir; as you said just now. Yes, Mr.
Herries?"
The lawyer glanced at the old man again.
"That is sufficient guarantee, my Lord, that Mr. Ralph Torridon is no enemy of his Grace"s projects."
"I cannot bear that!" cried Sir James.
Nicholas, who had been looking awed and open-mouthed from one to the other, took him by the arm.
"You must, father," he said. "It--it is devilish; but it is true. Chris, have you nothing?"
The monk came forward a step.
"It is true, my Lord," he said. "I was a monk of Lewes myself."
"And you have conformed," put in the Archbishop swiftly.
"I am living at home peaceably," said Chris; "it is true that my brother did all this, but--but my father wishes that it should not be used in his cause."
"If it is true," said the Archbishop, "it is best to say it. We want nothing but the bare truth."
"But I cannot bear it," cried the old man again.
Chris came round behind the Archbishop to his father.
"Will you leave it, father, to my Lord Archbishop? My Lord understands what we think."
Sir James looked at him, dazed and bewildered.
"G.o.d help us! Do you think so, Chris."
"I think so, father. My Lord, you understand all?"
The Archbishop"s bowed again slightly.
"Then, my Lord, we will leave it all in your hands."
There was a tap at the door.
The Archbishop rose.
"That is our signal," he said. "Come, gentlemen, his Grace will be ready immediately."
Mr. Herries sprang to the door and opened it, bowing as the Archbishop went through, followed by Sir James and Nicholas. He and Chris followed after.
There was a kind of dull recklessness in the monk"s heart as he went through. He knew that he was in more peril than any of the others, and yet he did not fear it. The faculty of fear had been blunted, not sharpened, by his experiences; and he pa.s.sed on towards the King"s presence, almost without a tremor.
The room was empty, except for a page by the further door, who opened it as the party advanced; and beyond was a wide lobby, with doors all round, and a staircase on the right as they came out. The Archbishop made a little motion to the others as he went up, gathering his skirts about him, and acknowledging with his disengaged hand the salute of the sentry that stood in the lobby.
At the top of the stairs was a broad landing; then a corridor through which they pa.s.sed, and on. They turned to the left, and as they went it was apparent that they were near the royal apartments. There were thick leather rugs lying here and there; along the walls stood magnificent pieces of furniture, inlaid tables with tall dragon-jars upon them, suits of Venetian armour elaborately worked in silver, and at the door of every room that opened on the corridor there was standing a sentry or a servant, who straightened themselves at the sight of the Archbishop.
He carefully acknowledged each salutation, and nodded kindly once or twice.
There was a heavy odour in the air, warm and fragrant, as of mingled stuffs and musk, which even the wide windows set open towards the garden on the right hand did not wholly obliterate.
For the first time since leaving Charing, Chris"s heart quickened. The slow stages of approach to the formidable presence had begun to do their work; if he had seen the King at once he would not have been moved; if he had had an hour longer, he would have recovered from his emotion; but this swift ordered approach, the suggestiveness of the thick carpets and furniture, the sight of the silent figures waiting, the musky smell in the air, all combined now to work upon him; he began to fancy that he was drawing nearer the presence of some great carrion-beast that had made its den here, that was guarded by these discreet servitors, and to which this smooth prelate, in the role of the princ.i.p.al keeper, was guiding him. Any of these before him might mark the sanctuary of the labyrinth, where the creature lurked; one might open, and a savage face look out, dripping blood and slaver.
A page threw back a door at last, and they pa.s.sed through; but again there was a check. It was but one more waiting room. The dozen persons, folks of all sorts, a lawyer, a soldier, and others stood up and bowed to the prelate.
Then the party sat down near the further door in dead silence, and the minutes began to pa.s.s.
There were cries from the river once or twice as they waited; once a footstep vibrated through the door, and twice a murmur of voices sounded and died again.
Then suddenly a hand was laid on the handle from the other side, and the Archbishop rose, with Sir James beside him.
There was still a pause. Then a voice sounded loud and near, and there was a general movement in the room as all rose to their feet. The door swung open and the Garter King-at-Arms came through, bland and smiling, his puffed silk sleeves brushing against the doorpost as he pa.s.sed. A face like a mask, smooth and expressionless, followed him, and nodded to the Archbishop.
Cranmer turned slightly to his party, again made that little movement, and went straight through.
Chris followed with Mr. Herries.