"They, and above all my poor maid, will be comforted to have done their utmost," she said; "but I scarcely care that they should prevail. As I have written to my cousin Elizabeth, I am beholden to her for ending my long captivity, and above all for conferring on me the blessings and glories of one who dies for her faith, all unworthy as I am!" and she clasped her hands, while a rapt expression came upon her countenance.
Her chief desire seemed to be that neither Cicely nor her foster-father should run into danger on her account, and she much regretted that she had not been able to impress upon Humfrey messages to that effect before he wrote in answer to his father, sending his letter by Cavendish.
"Thou wilt not write again?" she asked.
"I doubt its being safe," said Humfrey. "I durst not speak openly even in the scroll I sent yesterday."
Then Mary recurred to the power which he possessed of visiting Sir Andrew Melville and the Almoner, the Abbe de Preaux, who were shut up in the Fetterlock tower and court, and requested him to take a billet which she had written to the latter. The request came like a blow to the young man. "With permission—" he began.
"I tell thee," said Mary, "this concerns naught but mine own soul. It is nothing to the State, but all and everything to me, a dying woman."
"Ah, madam! Let me but obtain consent."
"What! go to Paulett that he may have occasion to blaspheme my faith and insult me!" said the Queen, offended.
"I should go to Sir Drew Drury, who is of another mould," said Humfrey—
"But who dares not lift a finger to cross his fellow," said Mary, leaning back resignedly.