“Nay, nay,” said Arthur.
“No? Surely! May Heaven bless thee, niece—daughter! May good Heaven bless thee, and keep thee as happy as thou art now I hope—thou dost not speak?”
“She hath vowed neither to speak nor show her face till we are one.”
“So—so: but ’tis time we had set out—so follow me—follow me!”
And he left the room.
The queen was about taking off the veil.
“Stay—stay, your majesty;—’tis a miracle! Who shall know you? And have I not a pass from the castle?”
“Nay—I fear for thy life, my lord.”
“Nay, queen; to refuse would be to cast from thee Heaven’s gift. Come—come.” And he led her respectfully towards the door. But there stood a wild-looking puritan—Captain Richard Forth to wit—his sword drawn, and his eyes flashing.
“Thou shalt draw steel for her,” and he stood immovable in the doorway.