“I am against your Grace,” he said sharply.
Henry grew suddenly grave.
“Eh! that is no way to speak,” he said.
“It is the only way I can speak,” said Nicholas, “if your Grace desires the truth.”
The King looked at him a moment; but the humour still shone in his eyes.
“Well, well. It is the truth I want. Michael, I sent for you to know about the priest here; but I know now. And is it true that his brother in the Tower—Ralph Torridon—was one of the Visitors?”
The man pursed his lips a moment. He was standing close to Chris, a little in front of him.
“Yes, your Majesty.”
“Oh! well. We must let him out, I suppose—if there is nothing more against him. You shall tell me presently, Michael.”
The Archbishop looked swiftly across at the party.