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Updated: June 19, 2025
"Now that I, a consecrated abbot, deeming it right that I should live on to fulfil my work on earth, have done your bidding, have I leave to go about my business, Christopher Harflete?" he asked, with bitter irony. "Why not?" asked Christopher. "Only be pleased henceforth not to meddle with me and my business.
Dame Harflete here tells me how hard you have worked for her, all for nothing, Cromwell, and that pleases me, who at times have wondered how you grew so rich, as your learner, Wolsey, did before you. He took bribes, Cromwell!" "My Liege," he answered in a low voice, "this case was cruel, it moved my pity " "As it has ours, leaving us the richer by L1000 and the price of a pearl.
Now," he added, changing his tone, "off with that mummery, and, Cromwell, go, catch one of those fools and tell them the truth ere tales fly round the palace. Jane, cease from merriment, there is a time for all things. Come hither, Lady Harflete, I would speak with you."
"Why do you hunt me across my own park and come knocking so rudely at my doors, my Lord Abbot?" asked Christopher, leaning on the parapet of the gateway. "Why do you work murder on my servant, Christopher Harflete?" answered the Abbot, pointing to the dead man in the snow.
Now Cromwell stepped forward, and with cringing gestures began to explain something to the King in a low voice. Meanwhile, the two ladies became suddenly interested in Cicely, and one of them, a pale but pretty woman, splendidly dressed, stepped forward to her, saying "Are you the Lady Harflete of whom we have heard, she who was to have been burnt as a witch? Yes? And is that your child?
"I obey orders," answered Martin, "though I know little of Spaniards or of Spanish." "In every town the Benedictines have a monastery, and in every monastery interpreters, and you shall be accredited to them all who are of that great Brotherhood. Well, 'tis settled. Go, make ready as best you can; I must write. Stay; the sooner this Harflete is under ground the better.
Now Cicely spoke with Jacob, who went away and returned presently with a brooch in which was set a large white diamond surrounded by five small rubies. "Take her this with my duty, my Lord," said Cicely. "I will, I will. Oh! fear not, it shall reach her for my own sake as well as yours. You are a wise giver, Lady Harflete, who know when and where to cast your bread upon the waters.
"Aye, you said that, but I have good news for you that I thought you might like to hear." "Out with it, then, man. It's scarce now-a-days. Have they found those jewels? No, how could they? the place still flares," and he glanced through the window-place. "What's the news?" "Better than jewels. Christopher Harflete is not dead. While I was praying over him he turned his head and muttered.
Dame Harflete, you are richer than you have been advised to say, and I repeat you ask much of me.
"Christopher Harflete may yet be a good friend to a maid in need, and I think that need is nigh." "Mind your business, knave," shouted Sir John. "Am I to be set at naught in my own house by a chit of a girl and a gallant who would mend his broken fortunes?" "If you ask me, I think so," replied the imperturbable Jeffrey, as he led away the horses.
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