'Be welcome to this place.' He smiled with a pleasure in his own affability and because, since his beard had pricked her, she rubbed her cheek. Culpepper said:
'Come away. We stay the King's Highness.'
Henry said: 'Bide ye here.' He wished to hear what Cromwell might say of these Howards, and he took him down the terrace.
Culpepper bent over her with his mouth opened to whisper.
'I am weary,' she said. 'Set me a saddle cushion behind my shoulders.'
He whispered hurriedly:
'I do not like this place.'
'I like it well. Shall we not see brave shews?'
'The mule did stumble on the threshold.'
'I marked it not. The King did bid us bide here.'