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Updated: June 5, 2025
"My good Lord, I pray you remember that I told you but a moment back, that the new Act is just passed. Ere that the sentence truly was close prison; but now " On finding himself thus inveigled by the cunning of Abbot Bilson, Lord Marnell was beside himself with passion. He burst into a torrent of the most fearful language. Abbot Bilson stood calmly by, as if quite accustomed to such scenes.
Friar Andrew informed his correspondent that all parties named in his letter were well; that Geoffrey was still with them, sent his loving commendations, and said he remembered him, and would never forget him as long as he lived; that of Lord Marnell they had only heard a rumour which they could not believe, of his having joined an insurrection in the West; that Master Carew was had up to London and strictly examined by the council, but that his answers were so ingeniously evasive that they could lay hold of nothing, and nothing had been found in his house which could criminate him; he had accordingly been dismissed with a caution.
Margery replied that she greatly wished to write a last letter to her mother. Writing-materials were carefully kept from her. Could Lord Marnell supply her with the means of doing so? He said he would attempt it. When Alice returned on the following day from Marnell Place, whither she had been to procure a change of linen for her mistress, she brought with her also a loaf of bread.
That is Christ's, who witteth full well how to keep it; and to His blessed hands, not yours, I commit myself, body and soul." The Archbishop then passed sentence. The Court found Margery, Baroness Marnell of Lymington, guilty of all crimes whereof she stood indicted, and sentenced her to death by burning, in the open place called Tower Hill, on the 6th day of March next ensuing.
The occupants of the high table, on the dais, consisted of Sir Geoffrey and Dame Lovell, Lord Marnell, Sir Ralph Marston, Margery, Richard Pynson, Mistress Katherine, and Friar Andrew Rous, Sir Geoffrey's chaplain. The maids sat at the second table, and the farm-servants at a third, lower down the hall.
"He rideth a white horse, and hath a scarlet footcloth, all powdered over with ostrich feathers in gold." "What!" said Margery, in surprise, "that little, fair, goodly man, with the golden frontlet to his horse?" "The very same," said Lord Marnell.
As the King spoke, the eyes of the dying man suddenly turned to Geoffrey Marnell, who sprang lightly from his horse to fulfil the royal order. He knelt down by the shield, and lifted it up to examine the arms; and as he turned it, the well-known cognisance of Pynson of Pynsonlee the three silver arrows met his eye. An exclamation of mingled sorrow and surprise burst from Geoffrey's lips.
Alice, who had just requested the blessing of the priest, was more angry than she could bear with the man. She was just on the point of saying something sharp, when Lord Marnell's voice behind the Abbot interposed with "If thou wouldst see a child of the devil, I trow thou hast little need to look further than thy mirror!" The Abbot rose calmly, and let Lord Marnell enter.
Moreover, I trow thou holdest with the way of John Wycliffe, yon evil reprobate!" replied the Archbishop. "I cry you mercy, reverend fathers. I take my belief from no man. I know not any Lollards, neither have I allied myself unto them." The Archbishop and the Abbot both looked at Lord Marnell a mute inquiry as to whether Margery spoke the truth. "I ween it is so, reverend fathers," said he.
"My good Lord, I pray you blaspheme not, or I must needs appoint you a sore penance," was all that he mildly observed. Lord Marnell recovered himself by a strong effort, and asked, as politely as he could, what description of death was commanded by the new Act.
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