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Henry bent forward, and Anne half averted her head, but not so much so as to prevent the king from imprinting a long and fervid kiss upon her lips. Terrible was its effect upon Wyat. An adder's bite would have been less painful. His hands convulsively clutched together; his hair stood erect upon his head; a shiver ran through his frame; and he tottered back several paces.
A word from you a letter a token will cast her from the king, and place her on the block. And what matter? The gory scaffold were better than Henry's bed." "I cannot harm her," cried Wyat distractedly. "I love her still, devotedly as ever. She was in my power yesterday, and without your aid, cardinal, I could have wreaked my vengeance upon her, if I had been so minded."
Ha!" demanded the king. "You should be in Paris." "I have tarried for revenge," replied Wyat. "Revenge! ha!" cried Henry. "On whom?" "On you," replied Wyat. "What!" vociferated Henry, foaming with rage. "Is it you, traitor, who have devised this damnable plot? is it you who would make your king a captive? you who slay him? Have you leagued yourself with fiends?"
'You must take your candle, Mary, and make out her room, upstairs; I found it accidentally myself one evening. 'But Wyat won't let us upstairs. 'Don't mind her, Mary; I tell you to go. You must try. I can't sleep till we hear. 'What direction is her room in, Miss? asked Mary. 'Somewhere in that direction, Mary, I answered, pointing.
So moved was Wyat by the vision, that he would have flung himself into the pool to grasp it if he had not been forcibly detained by the demon. During the struggle the figure vanished, and all was buried in darkness. "I have said she shall be yours," cried Herne; "but time is required for the accomplishment of my purpose. I have only power over her when evil is predominant in her heart.
"Well, be it as you will, Wyat," said Surrey; "but I would gladly accompany you, and share your danger." "I know it, and I thank you," returned Wyat, warmly grasping the other's hand; "but much nay, all may remain to be done to-morrow night. You had better bring some force with you, for we may need it."
But he soon recovered sufficiently to smile his odd smile, and with it and his frown, nodded and waved me away. My uncle, after all, was not ill that day, after the strange fashion of his malady, be it what it might. Old Wyat repeated in her sour laconic way that there was 'nothing to speak of amiss with him. But there remained with me a sense of pain and fear.
A slight blush overspread Anne's features, and she raised her embroidered kerchief to her lips. "If I had that kerchief I would wear it at the next lists, and defy all comers," said Wyat. "You shall have it, then," rejoined Anne. "I love all chivalrous exploits, and will do my best to encourage them."
The Squire, as Frank Bracebridge informs me, would often hold forth in this manner to his sons, when they were about leaving the paternal roof; one to travel abroad, one to go to the army, and one to the university. He used to have them with him in the library, which is hung with the portraits of Sidney, Surrey, Raleigh, Wyat, and others.
When I entered the room, my heart beat so fast that I could hardly speak. The tall form of Uncle Silas rose before me, and I made him a faltering reverence. He darted from under his brows a wild, fierce glance at old Wyat, and pointed to the door imperiously with his skeleton finger. The door shut, and we were alone. 'A chair? he said, pointing to a seat.
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