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"But me no buts, sweetheart," said the king peremptorily. "Surrey's explanation is satisfactory so far as it goes, but I was told Sir Thomas Wyat was here." "Sir Thomas Wyat is here," said Will Sommers, pointing out the knight, who had just joined the throng of courtiers at the door.

"I tremble to think of it," she replied; "but I fear that Herne has conceived a passion for me." "Then indeed you must fly," cried Wyat; "such unhallowed love will tend to perdition of soul and body." "Oh that there was any hope for me!" she ejaculated. "There is hope," replied Wyat. "I will protect you will care for you will love you."

"It means that you have robbed me of a mistress," replied Wyat; "and for this cause I have damned myself." "Pardon him!-oh, pardon him, sire," cried Mabel. "I cannot understand you, Wyat," said Henry, after a pause; "but I have myself suffered from the pangs of jealousy. You have saved my life, and I will spare yours." "Sire!" cried Wyat.

"So you have seen Sir Thomas Wyat, I find," he said, in a stern tone. Mabel made no answer, and did not even raise her eyes towards him. "And he has told you he loves you, and has urged you to fly with him ha?" pursued Herne. Mabel still did not dare to look up, but a deep blush overspread her cheek.

It seemed to me an hour before old Wyat came back; and never was lover made happier at sight of his mistress than I to behold that withered crone. You may be sure I did not prolong my watch. There was now plainly no risk of my uncle's relapsing into lethargy. I had a long hysterical fit of weeping when I got into my room, with honest Mary Quince by my side.

"Come with me, and you shall do so," rejoined Wyat. "I have told you I cannot fly," she answered. "I cannot sacrifice my grandsire." "But if he is leagued with this demon he deserves the worst fate that can befall him," said Wyat. "You should think only of your own safety. What can be the motive of your detention?"

Old Wyat whispered an injunction not to speak above our breaths, nor to leave the fireside unless the sick man called or showed signs of weariness. These were the directions of the doctor, who had been there. So Milly and I sat ourselves down near the hearth, and old Wyat left us to our resources. We could hear the patient breathe; but he was quite still.

He then retired from the lists, leaving them free for the younger knights to run a course at the ring. The first to enter the arena was Sir Thomas Wyat; and as he was known to be a skilful jouster, it was expected he would come off triumphantly. But a glance from the royal balcony rendered his arm unsteady, and he missed the mark. Next came the Duke of Richmond, superbly accoutred.

When the clamour ceased, the king fully armed, and followed by the Marquis of Dorset, Sir Thomas Wyat, and the Lord Clifford, rode into the lists. Henry was equipped in a superb suit of armour, inlaid with gold, and having a breastplate of the globose form, then in vogue; his helmet was decorated with a large snow-white plume.

THE cave in which Sir Thomas Wyat found himself, on the removal of the bandage from his eyes, was apparently for it was only lighted by a single torch of considerable width and extent, and hewn out of a bed of soft sandstone. The roof, which might be about ten feet high, was supported by the trunks of three large trees rudely fashioned into pillars.

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