'Did she not go with a man to a cellar of the Rogues' Sanctuary after Winchester's feast?' Neighbour Ned barked at her. 'Such are they that would bring down our Lord!'
'Did she not even so with her cousin before he went to Calais?' her uncle asked.
Margot answered seriously:
'Nay, uncle, no night but what she hath slept in these arms of mine that you see.'
'Aye, you are her creature,' Neighbour Ned groaned.
'Foul thing,' the printer shouted. 'Eyes are upon thee and upon her. It was the worst day's work that ever she did when she took thee to her arms. For I swear to God that her name shall be accursed in the land. I swear to God....'
He choked in his throat. His companions muttered Harlot; Strumpet; Spouse of the Fiend. And suddenly the printer shouted:
'See you; Udal is her go-between with the King, and he shall receive thee as his price. He conveyeth her to his Highness, she hath paid him with thy virtue. Foul wench, be these words not true?'
She leaned upon her mop handle and said:
'Why, uncle, it is a foul bird that 'files his own nest.'