Entering the lieutenant’s lodgings, and traversing the long gallery already described as running in a westerly direction, Elizabeth soon reached the upper chamber of the Bell Tower, which, she was informed by Sir Thomas Brydges, was appointed for her prison.
“It is a sorry lodging for a king’s daughter,” she observed, “and for one who may be queen of this realm. But since my sister will have it so, I must make shift with it. How many attendants are allowed me?”
“One female,” replied Brydges.
“Why not deprive me of all?” cried the princess, passionately. “This chamber will barely accommodate me. I will be alone.”
“As your grace pleases,’” replied Brydges, “but I cannot exceed my authority.”
“Can I write to the queen?” demanded Elizabeth.
“You will be furnished with writing-materials, if it is your purpose to prepare your confession,” returned the lieutenant. “But it must be delivered to the council, who will exercise their discretion as to transmitting it to her highness.”