Marie de Courcelles screamed aloud and wrung her hands, crying, "If ye have slain her, only tell us quickly!" Sir Andrew Melville gravely protested against such a barbarous insult to a Queen of Scotland and France, and was answered, "No queen, sir, but a State criminal, as we shall presently show."
Here Barbara Curll pressed forward, asking wildly for her husband; and Wade replying, with brutal brevity, that he was taken to London to be examined for his practices before the Council, the poor lady, well knowing that examination often meant torture, fell back in a swoon.
"We shall do nothing with all these women crying and standing about," said Wade impatiently; "have them all away, while we put seals on the effects."
"Nay, sirs," said Jean Kennedy. "Suffer me first to send her Grace some changes of garments."
"I tell thee, woman," said Wade, "our orders are precise! Not so much as a kerchief is to be taken from these chambers till search hath been made. We know what practices may lurk in the smallest rag."
"It is barbarous! It is atrocious! The King of France shall hear of it," shrieked Marie de Courcelles.
"The King of France has enough to do to take care of himself, my good lady," returned Wade, with a sneer.
"Sir," said Jean Kennedy, with more dignity, turning to Sir Amias Paulett, "I cannot believe that it can be by the orders of the Queen of England, herself a woman, that my mistress, her cousin, should be deprived of all attendance, and even of a change of linen. Such unseemly commands can never have been issued from herself."
"She is not without attendance," replied the knight, "the little Talbot wench is with her, and for the rest, Sir Walter and Lady Ashton have orders to supply her needs during her stay among them. She is treated with all honour, and is lodged in the best chambers," he added, consolingly.
"We must dally no longer," called out Wade. "Have away all this throng into ward, Sir Amias. We can do nothing with them here."