Cranmer waited a moment with downcast eyes; but the King was silent again.
“Master Torridon has persuaded me to come with him to your Grace to speak for him. He is not accustomed—”
“And who are these fellows?”
Chris felt those keen eyes running over him.
“This is Master Nicholas Maxwell,” explained the Archbishop, indicating him. “Master Torridon’s son-in-law; and this, Mr. Herries—”
“And the priest?” asked the King.
“The priest is Sir Christopher Torridon, living with his father at Overfield.”
“Ha! has he always lived there then?”
“No, your Grace,” said Cranmer smoothly, “he was a monk at Lewes until the dissolution of the house.”
“I have heard somewhat of his name,” mused Henry. “What is it, sir, that I have heard of you?”