Gardiner, indeed, was gliding towards them, drawn, in spite of all prudence, by his invincible hatred.
The King watched the pair of them with his crafty eyes, deep seated in his head.
'It is certain that no traitors have come to me,' he uttered gently; and to Cromwell: 'You have a nose for them.'
He appeared placable and was very quiet.
Winchester, his black eyes glaring with desire, was almost upon them in the shadows.
'Here is enough of wrangling,' Henry said. He appeared to meditate, and then uttered: 'As well here as elsewhere.'
'Sir,' Gardiner said, 'if Privy Seal misleads me, I have somewhat to say of Privy Seal.'
'Cousin of Winchester,' Henry answered. 'Stretch out your hand, I would have you end your tulzies in this place.'
Winchester, bringing out his words with a snake's coldness, seemed to whisper:
'Your Highness did promise that Privy Seal should make me amends.'