ead.'

"Well, like Paul, they gave him audience unto this word, and then cried
out, Away with such a fellow from the earth! They cried that he was
false, and dissembled. `Ah, my masters!' quoth our good Archbishop, `do
you take it so? Always since I lived hitherto, I have been a hater of
falsehood, and a lover of simplicity, and never before this time have I
dissembled.' The water stood in his eyes; and he would have spoken more
against the Pope and the mass, but Cole crieth out, `Stop the heretic's
mouth! Take him away!' Then the friars set upon him, and pulled him
down out of the pulpit, and so hurried him away to the place where, five
months before him, Dr Ridley had died.

"Then there he knelt and prayed, and made him, ready; and stood on the
stones robed in his long white shirt, barefoot, and his head (whenas his
cap were off) without one hair thereon, though his beard was long and
thick. Then (he giving the hand to such as he knew about the stake),
they bound the chain around him, and lit the fire. And until it was
full burned, he held forth his right hand in the fire, crying ever and
anon, `This unworthy right hand!' At last he saith, `Lord Jesus,
receive my spirit!' And so he yielded it up to Him. But afterward,
when his ashes were cold, amid the charred faggots his heart was found
entire.

"So passed that great heart away from us, that perchance we knew not
fully how to prize. Beshrew my weak eyes! I am but a fool; yet 'tis
hard to think that we shall see his reverend countenance no more."

And Mr Underhill dashed away the tears from his eyes, much like Philippa
Basset. Isoult never had seen him thus affected before.

But on their knees in their chambers, the Gospellers thanked God from
their hearts that day, for this pouring forth of His Spirit upon the dry
ground; for His glory thus exalted in the awakening of that dear brother
from sleep which seemed as though it might be death; for His strength,
so gloriously shown forth in mortal weakness, that warmed and quickened
the last beatings of the noble heart of Archbishop Cranmer.

"Jack," said Isoult that night to her husband, "I would I had asked Mr
Underhill if Austin had yet heard anything of Robin."

"Ah!" said he.

"Thou art not used to answer so short," she replied. "Hast thou heard
any thing, Jack?"

"I have heard--nothing--certain," he answered, hesitatingly.

"Jack, what hast thou heard?" she cried in terror.

"With any suret