Upon this, he bowed to the tribunal and withdrew.
During the trial, an immense concourse had assembled in the open space in front of the hall, waiting in breathless impatience for the result. It was not till towards evening that this was known. The great doors were then thrown open, and a troop of halberdiers came forth to clear the way for the prisoners. A deep dead silence prevailed, and every eye was bent upon the doorway. From beneath it marched the gentleman-jailer, carrying the axe with its edge towards the prisoners. This was enough. The mob knew they were condemned, and expressed their satisfaction by a sullen roar.
Suddenly, the voice of a woman was heard exclaiming, “See ye not the axe? See ye not the edge turned towards him? He is condemned. The slayer of the good Duke of Somerset is condemned. Shout! Shout!”
And in obedience to her commands, a loud cry was raised by the mob. Amid this clamour and rejoicing, Northumberland and his companions were conveyed to their boat, and so to the Tower.
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CHAPTER VI
BY WHAT MEANS THE DUKE OF NORTHUMBERLAND WAS RECONCILLED TO THE CHURCH OF ROME
SEVERAL days having elapsed since the trial, and no order made for his execution, the Duke of Northumberland, being of a sanguine temperament, began to indulge hopes of mercy. With hope, the love of life returned, and so forcibly, that he felt disposed to submit to any humiliation to purchase his safety. During this time, he was frequently visited by Bishop Gardiner, who used every persuasion to induce him to embrace the Romish faith. Northumberland, however, was inflexible on this point, but, professing the most sincere penitence, he besought the bishop, in his turn, to intercede with the queen in his behalf. Gardiner readily promised compliance, in case his desires were acceded to; but as the duke still continued firm in his refusal, he declined all interference. “Thus much I will promise,” said Gardiner, in conclusion; “your grace shall have ample time for reflection, and if you place yourself under the protection of the Catholic church, no efforts shall be wanting on my part to move the queen’s compassion towards you.”
That night, the officer on guard suddenly threw open the door of his cell, and admitting an old woman, closed it upon them. The duke, who was reading at the time by the light of a small lamp set upon a table, raised his eyes and beheld Gunnora Braose.
“Why have you come hither?” he demanded. “But I need not ask. You have come to gratify your vengeance with a sight of my misery. Now you are satisfied, depart.”
“I am come partly with that intent, and partly with another,” replied Gunnora. “Strange as it may sound, and doubtful, I am come to save you.”
“To save me!” exclaimed Northumberland, starting. “How? But—no!—no! This is mockery. Begone, accursed woman.”
“It is no mockery,” rejoined Gunnora. “Listen to me, Duke of Northumberland. I love vengeance well, but I love my religion better. Your machinations brought my foster-son, the Duke of Somerset, to the block, and I would willingly see you conducted thither. But there is one consideration that overcomes this feeling. It is the welfare of the Catholic church. If you become a convert to that creed, thousands will follow your example; and for this great good I would sacrifice my own private animosity. I am come hither to tell you your life will be spared, provided you abandon the Protestant faith, and publicly embrace that of Rome.”
“How know you this?” demanded the duke.
“No matter,” replied Gunnora. “I am in the confidence of those who, though relentless enemies of yours, are yet warmer friends to the Church of Rome.”
“You mean Simon Renard and Gardiner?” observed Northumberland.
Gunnora nodded assent.
“And now my mission is ended,” she said. “Your grace will do well to weigh what I have said. But your decision must be speedy, or the warrant for your execution will be signed. Once within the pale of the Catholic church, you are safe.”
“If I should be induced to embrace the offer?” said the duke.
“If”—cried Gunnora, her eye suddenly kindling with vindictive fire.
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