“I trow he fareth well, good mistress, but of a long season I have not seen him. My Lord hath sent him unto the care of Dame Lovell.”
Margery’s eyes, rather than her voice, expressed her pleasure at this news.
“Hath my Lord my husband been here sithence I took sick?”
“Every day, my Lady; and I trow he sent away the boy for that reason, lest his coming hither should give him the sickness.”
“Knoweth my mother of my sickness?”
“I wis not, my Lady, but I trow that my Lord would tell her, when he sent the child down with Master Pynson.”
“Master Pynson! Hath he been hither?”
“Yea, good my Lady, he came up, I ween, on Saint Luke’s Day (October 18), and took back the young master with him.”
“What said he when ye told him of my prison, Alice?”
“He covered his face, and wept sore.”