oresaw just such a necessity for such a strong place of safety
when he compelled that ancient pagan to thus work for his ends."

When my friend and I heard this news, my children, our hearts were
indeed sad. Remember, my dears, we knew not whether the statement that
the little Duke had been taken by Gloucester were true or no. At first
we thought it but a device of Gloucester's to hold the confidence of
the people; but upon more careful consideration we came to the
conclusion that even the Protector could scarcely have the audacity to
thus risk the consequences of such a deception being discovered, which,
according to the rules of all common sense, it must in time be. This
conclusion in no wise served to relieve our feelings of disappointment
and sorrow, on the Queen's account. We could not help but feel in some
measure responsible for the revenge of Gloucester for the attempt made
by the Queen to have her son escape him; for such we considered the
confinement of the Princes to the Tower.

However, on the day following the King's removal to the prison we again
visited the Sanctuary, or rather some of its inmates, and were rejoiced
to learn that the Queen had received a letter from Dorset, which
informed her of the successful manner in which they had escaped, not
only capture, but even suspicion. Consequently we found the Queen in a
most happy state of mind. This contentment was doomed to be short
lived, for we were reluctantly compelled to inform her of her son's
imprisonment and of the reports circulating about the Duke of York's
attempted abduction.

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However, we had no great time in which to wonder what was Gloucester's
object in thus causing the young King to be placed under restraint, and
the report to be circulated that his brother kept him company.

The next news to startle the court, and cause consternation among the
friends of the Queen and exultation in the ranks of her adversaries,
was the condemnation of the three unhappy prisoners at Pomfret--Rivers,
Grey and Vaughan.

Again was it our unhappy duty to be the bearers of this most heavy news
to that poor woman of woe, the unfortunate wife of the great Edward.

"What new sorrow do ye bring me now; for well do I know that
countenances painted thus heavy with the brush of sadness must be but
the dark covers to another book of woe?" said her Majesty, as my friend
and I, whose sole duties now seemed to be the bearin