The Duke said:
'Why, she shall back to the palace. They shall comfort her.'
'That shall she not,' Culpepper flustered. 'Sh'ath her father's commands to hasten to Dover.'
The Duke caught her eyes in the fur hood that hid her face like a Moorish woman's veil. They were large, grey and arresting beneath the pallor of her forehead. They looked at him, questioning and judging.
'Wilt not come to my lodging?' he asked.
'Aye, will I,' came a little muffled by the fur.
'That shall she not,' Culpepper repeated.
The Duke looked at him with gloomy and inquisitive surprise.
'Aye, I am her mother's cousin,' he said. 'I fend for her, which you have never done. Her father's house is burnt by rioters, and her men are joined in the pillaging. But I'll warrant you knew it not.'
Katharine Howard with her sound hand was trying to unfasten her hood, hastily and eagerly.