“And you share the views of these people whom you call martyrs?” asked the king, as Anne Askew now paused for a moment and struggled for breath.
“Yes, I share them!”
“You deny, then, the truth of the six articles?”
“I deny them!”
“You do not see in me the head of the Church?”
“God only is Head and Lord of the Church!”
A pause followed—a fearful, awful pause.
Every one felt that for this poor young girl there was no hope, no possible escape; that her doom was irrevocably sealed.
There was a smile on the king’s countenance.
The courtiers knew that smile, and feared it yet more than the king’s raging wrath.