Elisabeth crept up to her father, and taking his sword hand, caressed it.
"What of the King?" she asked.
"The King is at Carisbrooke," he replied.
She gave a deep sigh.
"How will it end, my father?"
"How should we have that knowledge yet?"
"The poor King!" she exclaimed. "I am sorry for the poor King!"
Cromwell was silent.
"Tell me," said Elisabeth, creeping closer to him, "will there be another war?"
"God forfend," he answered gravely.