“And my brother Ned?”

“In Pevensey Castle.”

“What, governor thereof?”

But Constance guessed her cousin’s answer.

“Nay,—prisoner.”

“For this matter?”

“Ay, for the like gear thyself art hither.”

“Truly, I am sorry. And what came of our cousins of March?”

“What had come aforetime.”

“They be had back to their durance at Windsor?”