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ten by the Lady Mary. That, with the help of this fair dame, was a thing passing easy. But neither your Highness nor Privy Seal knew the channel through which these letters passed. Yet I discovered it. Now, think I to myself: here is a secret for which Privy Seal would give his head. Therefore, how better may I ingratiate myself with Privy Seal than by telling him this same fine secret?' 'Oh, devil!' Katharine Howard called out. 'Who was Judas to thee?' Throckmorton raised his head, and winked upwards at her. 'It was a fine device?' he asked. 'Why, I am a subtle man.... Do you not see?' he said. 'The King's Highness would have me keep the confidence of Privy Seal that I may learn out his secrets. How better should I keep that confidence than by seeming to betray your secret to Privy Seal? 'It was very certain,' he added, 'that Privy Seal should give a warrant to gaol your la'ship. But it was still more certain that the King's Highness should pardon you. Therefore no bones should have been broken. And I did come myself to take you to a safe place, and to enlighten you as to the comedy.' 'Oh, Judas, Judas,' she cried. 'Could you but have trusted me,' he said reproachfully, 'you had spared yourself a mad canter and me a maimed arm.' 'Why, you have done well,' the King said heavily. 'But you speak this lady too saucily.' He was in a high and ponderous good humour, but he stayed to reflect for a moment, with his head on one side, to see what he had gained. 'This letter is written,' he said. 'But Cromwell holdeth it. How, then, has it profited me?' 'Why,' Throckmorton said, 'Privy Seal shall come to bring the letter to your Highness; your Highness shall deliver it to me; I to the cook; the cook to the ambassador; the ambassador to the kings. And so the kings shall be prayed, by your daughter, whom they heed, to stay all unfriendly hands against your Highness.' 'You are a shrewd fellow,' the King said. 'I have a shrewd ache in the head,' the spy answered. 'If you would give me a boon, let me begone.' The King got stiffly up from his stool, and, bracing his feet firmly, gave the spy one hand. The tall man shook upon his legs. 'Why, I have done well!' he said, smiling. 'Now Privy Seal shall take me for his very bedfellow, until it shall please your Highness to deal with him for good and all.' He went, waveringly, along the corridor, brushing the hangings with his shoulder. Katharine stood ou
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