There was a moment’s halt under the arch of the outer gate, for one of the bars had jammed in its socket; and while the porters were tugging at it Knollys came pushing forward till his horse was close to the King’s.
“Sir, a word in your ear.”
He leant over.
“Sir, you have two half-brothers, you remember, apt to be hot-headed fools. I have caught them giving each other strange looks. The mob does not love them.”
“Let them bide in the Tower.”
“Sir, it would be better to rid ourselves of them. Take your chance, or shall I bid them save their skins?”
He beckoned to Salisbury, who edged his horse up. Knollys spoke in a whisper.
“The Hollands have scented a fox.”
“Send the young hounds hunting it! The two young meddlers!”
Knollys bit his moustache.