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But I understand that a man of your position may be unwilling " The clerk solemnly laid a hand on the priest's arm. "Well, I will tell you this," he said. "Get speech with Mr. Bourgoign, her apothecary. He alone has access to her now, besides her own women. It might be he could put you in some private place to see her go by."
Robin's excitement beat in all his veins, in spite of his weariness. He had come to bear a human message only to a bereaved Queen; and it seemed as if his work were to be rather the bearing of a Divine message to a lonely soul. He watched the old man's face eagerly. It was sunk in thought.... Then Mr. Bourgoign took him abruptly by the arm. "Give me your arm again," he said. "I am an old man.
He threw on his great cloak, buckled his sword on, and followed with every nerve awake. They went up the street leading towards the church, and turned down a little passage-way between two of the larger houses; the young man pushed on a door in the wall; and Robin went through, to find himself in a little enclosed garden with Mr. Bourgoign gathering herbs from the border, not a yard from him.
Melville, the Queen's steward, came across the court with Mr. Bourgoign towards the outer entrance, passed under it, and presently Mr. Bourgoign came back and wheeled sharply in to the right by the entry that led up to the Queen's lodging. Meanwhile the third figure, whom one of the men had thought to be M. de Préau, had gone back again towards Mr. Melville's rooms.
She would burn the letter here in this hall-fire when the man was gone again; and say to Janet that the letter had been from a travelling priest that was in trouble, and that she had sent the answer. "Do you know what is in the letter?" she whispered sharply. He obeyed her. "Yes, mistress," he said. "The priest was taken from her on Saturday. Mr. Bourgoign had arranged all in readiness for that."
"He looks like a minister," he said carelessly. A curious veiled look came over the woman's face. Robin made a bold venture. He smiled full in her face. "You need not fear," he said. "I quarrel with no man's religion;" and, at the look in her face at this, he added: "You are a Catholic, I suppose? Well, I am one too. And so, I suppose, is Mr. Bourgoign."
Sir Amyas strode straight on, pulled aside a second curtain hanging over the further door, rapped upon that, too, and without even waiting for an answer this time, beyond the shrill barking of dogs within, opened it and passed in. Mr. Bourgoign followed; and Robin came last. The door closed softly behind him.
Robin dismounted here, and, with a nod to Mr. Arnold, who was keeping his countenance admirably, walked up to the door and knocked on it. It was opened instantly, as if he were expected, but the woman's face fell when she saw him. "Is Mr. Bourgoign within?" asked the priest. The woman glanced over him before answering, and then out to where the horses waited. "No, sir," she said at last.
So Robin told it as well as he could. "And it may be," he said, "that I shall have to go again. Mr. Bourgoign said that he would send to me if he could. But I have heard no word from him." "Perhaps she hath a chaplain again," said Mr. John, after pause. "I do not think so," said the priest. "If she had none at Chartley, she would all the less have one at Fotheringay."
I should be happy to have her women here, but " Sir Amyas turned on him wrathfully. "Why, sir, you said downstairs " "I had not then seen her Grace. But there is no more to be said " He kneeled again as if to take his leave, stood up, and began to retire to the door. Mr. Bourgoign stood helpless. Then Sir Amyas yielded. "You shall have fifteen minutes, sir. No more," he cried harshly.
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