n Jane, and the troops were sworn man by man to the new
sovereign. Sir William Petre and Sir John Cheke waited on the
emperor's ambassador to express a hope that the alteration in the
succession would not affect the good understanding between the courts
of England and Flanders. The preachers were set to work to pacify the
citizens; and, if Scheyfne is to be believed, a blood cement was
designed to strengthen the new throne; and Gardiner, the Duke of
Norfolk, and Lord Courtenay[12] were directed to prepare for death in
three days.[13] But Northumberland would scarcely have risked an act
of gratuitous tyranny. Norfolk, being under attainder, might have been
put to death {p.007} without violation of the _forms_ of law, by
warrant from the crown; but, Gardiner was uncondemned, and Courtenay
had never been accused of crime.

[Footnote 12: Edward Lord Courtenay was son of the
executed Marquis of Exeter and great grandson of
Edward IV. He was thrown into the Tower with his
father when a little boy, and in that confinement,
in fifteen years, he had grown to manhood. Of him
and his fortunes all that need be said will unfold
itself.]

[Footnote 13: Scheyfne to Charles V., July 10: _MS.
Rolls House_.]

The next day, Monday, the 10th of July, the royal barges came down the
Thames from Richmond; and at three o'clock in the afternoon Lady Jane
landed at the broad staircase at the Tower, as queen, in undesired
splendour. A few scattered groups of spectators stood to watch the
arrival; but it appeared, from their silence, that they had been
brought together chiefly by curiosity. As the gates closed, the
heralds-at-arms, with a company of the archers of the guard, rode into
the city, and at the cross in Cheapside, Paul's Cross, and Fleet
Street they proclaimed "that the Lady Mary was unlawfully begotten,
and that the Lady Jane Grey was queen." The ill-humour of London was
no secret, and some demonstration had been looked for in Mary's
favour;[14] but here, again, there was only silence. The heralds cried
"God save the queen!" The archers waved their caps and cheered, but
the crowd looked on impassively. One youth only, Gilbert Potter, whose
name for those few days passed into fame's trumpet, ventured to
exclaim, "The Lady Mary has the better title." Gilbert's master