"Let me think, who were thy fellow-envoys?"
"Sir George Pakenham and Lord Scrope of Masham, sire."
"Is Sir George present?"
The voice of the herald in waiting was heard calling for the absent Pakenham, whom the King knew to be on duty at the Tower of London.
"Then, my Lord Scrope—is he, too, absent on affairs of State?"
"I am here, sire," exclaimed the recreant earl edging his way towards the King's presence.
If either of the two conspirators had had an inkling of what was in the mind of their Sovereign, neither showed it. Grave and imperturbably dignified they stood side by side before the daïs.
King Harry kept silence for a few moments, then with a dangerous flash in his eyes he exclaimed:
"Uncle Exeter, thou knowest thy duty."
"Henry, Lord Scrope of Masham, I arrest thee for high treason. Thomas Grey, knight of Northumberland, I arrest thee also for high treason."