“But what is it, then, that I am accused of?” exclaimed Catharine, impatiently. “Does not my life lie open and clear before you all? Do I ever take pains to have any secrets? Is not my heart like a glass house, into which you can all look, to convince yourselves that it is a soil wholly unfruitful, and that not a single poor little flower grows there?”
“Though this be so, your enemies will sow weeds and make the king believe that it is burning love which has grown up in your heart.”
“How! They will accuse me of having a love-affair?” asked Catharine, and her lips slightly trembled.
“I do not know their plans yet; but I will find them out. There is a conspiracy at work. Therefore, queen, be on your guard! Trust nobody, for foes are ever wont to conceal themselves under hypocritical faces and deceiving words.”
“If you know my enemies, name them to me!” said Catharine, impatiently. “Name them to me, that I may beware of them.”
“I have not come to accuse anybody, but to warn you. I shall, therefore, take good care not to point out your enemies to you; but I will name your friends to you.”
“Ah, then, I have friends, too!” whispered Catharine, with a happy smile.
“Yes, you have friends; and, indeed, such as are ready to give their blood and life for you.”
“Oh, name them, name them to me!” exclaimed Catharine, all of a tremble with joyful expectation.
“I name first, Cranmer, archbishop of Canterbury. He is your true and staunch friend, on whom you can build. He loves you as queen, and he prizes you as the associate whom God has sent him to bring to completion, here at the court of this most Christian and bloody king, the holy work of the Reformation, and to cause the light of knowledge to illuminate this night of superstition and priestly domination. Build strongly on Cranmer, for he is your surest and most invariable supporter, and should he sink, your fall would inevitably follow. Therefore, not only rely on him, but also protect him, and look upon him as your brother; for what you do for him, you do for yourself.”