“I did not know that, your Grace,” he said again. “I only knew that this priest’s brother had been very active in your Grace’s business.”
Henry turned sharply.
“Eh?” he said.
Sir James’s hands rose and clasped themselves instinctively. Cranmer again looked at him almost fiercely.
“Mr. Ralph Torridon was one of the Visitors,” explained the Archbishop nervously.
“And this fellow a monk!” cried the King.
“They must have met at Lewes, your Grace.”
“Ah! my Lord,” cried Sir James suddenly. “I entreated you—”
Henry turned on him suddenly.
“Tell us the tale, sir. What is all this?”