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Bourgoign lodges in the house, or without the gates?" "Mr. Bourgoign, sir? A friend of yours?" "I hope so," said Robin, smiling, and keeping at least within the letter of truth. The man mused a moment. "It is possible he might help you, sir. He lodges in the house; but he comes sometimes to see a woman that is sick here." Robin demanded where she lived.
"Myself must be endangered," said Robin softly. "The second matter is whether you cannot get me near her Grace in the event of her execution. I could at least give her absolution sub conditione." Mr. Bourgoign shot a glance at him which he could not interpret. "Sir," he said; "God will reward you.... As regards the second matter it will be exceedingly difficult.
Bourgoign, was morally certain that the terror was come at last.... It was not until the last night of Mary's life on earth was beginning to close in that John Merton came up to the parlour, white and terrified, to tell him that he had been in his master's room half an hour ago, and that Mr.
Nau and Curle, her two secretaries, had been arrested and perhaps racked a week or ten days before; all the Queen's papers had been taken from her, and even her jewellery and pictures sent off to Elizabeth; and the only persons ordinarily allowed to speak with her, besides her gaoler, were two of her women, and Mr. Bourgoign himself.
Bourgoign, as the two passed out from the house half an hour later, "I have one more word to say to you. Listen carefully, if you please, for there is not much time." He glanced behind him, but the tall figure was gone from the door; there remained only the two pikemen that kept ward over the great house on the steps.
Bourgoign has told me," he added hastily, remembering the supposed situation. The soldier paid no attention. Like all slow-witted men, he was following up an irrelevant train of thought from his own last sentence but one. "Fiddle-faddle!" he said again. "I am sick of her megrims and her vapours and her humours. Has she not blood and bones like the rest of us?
He appeared the last man in the world to be the companion of a sorrowing Queen; and it was precisely for this reason that he had been chosen to replace the courtly lord Shrewsbury and the gentle Sir Ralph Sadler. "Well, sir," he said abruptly, "Mr. Bourgoign tells me you are a friend of his." "I have that honour, sir."
Bourgoign had said that he would see to it that the Queen should be fasting up to ten o'clock that day. And now the last miracle had been accomplished.
Then he knelt down on the earth floor and said his first prayer in prison; the prayer that had rung so often in his mind since Mary herself had prayed it aloud on the scaffold; and Mr. Bourgoign had repeated it to him. "As Thy arms, O Christ, were extended on the Cross; even so receive me into the arms of Thy mercy, and blot out all my sins with Thy most precious Blood."
"We have had a weary ride of it, Mr. Bourgoign.... I am on the road to Derby," went on Robin, talking loudly enough now to be overheard, as he hoped, by any listeners. "And my horse is spent.... I will tell you my business," he added in a lower tone, "as soon as you bid me." Fifty yards up the road the old man pressed his arm again. "You can tell me now, sir," he said.
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