“Which news?” asked John. “We know all, methinks, touching my Lord Archbishop, and the Bishops of Gloucester and Exeter, and that Mr Dean is cited. What more?”
“And that Mr Latimer is had to the Tower?”
“Alack, no!” cried Isoult. “Is it assuredly so?”
“I shake hands with him on his way, and saw him go in,” answered Mr Rose, sorrowfully.
“With what cheer?”
“As bright and merry as ever I did see him. The warder at the gate was Will Rutter, whom he knew of old; and quoth he to him, ‘What, my old friend! how do you? I am now come to be your neighbour again.’ And so went in smiling, and is lodged in the garden, in Sir Thomas Palmer’s lodging.”
“He is a marvellous man,” replied John.
“My Lord of Canterbury,” pursued Mr Rose, “likewise came into the Tower yesterday. He is lodged in the gate against the Water-gate, where my Lord of Northumberland lay.”
“To the same end, I count, for both?” said Dr Thorpe, bitterly.
“The Lord knoweth,” answered Mr Rose, “and ‘the Lord reigneth.’”