There was a space, not enclosed
in any way, but situated within a web of paths, not far from the church,
that caught her attention. She stood looking at it.
"Yes, mistress," said the priest behind her. "That is the place of
execution for those who die within the Tower--those usually of royal
blood. My Lady Salisbury died there, and my Lady Jane Grey, and others."
He laid his hand gently on her arm.
"You must not look so grave," he said, "you must gape more. You are a
country-cousin, madam."
And she smiled in spite of herself, as she met his eyes.
"Tell me everything," she said.
They went together nearer to the church, and faced about.
"We can see better from here," he said. Then he began.
First there was the Lieutenant's lodging on the right. They must look
well at that. Interviews had taken place there that had made history.
(He mentioned a few names.) Then, further down on the right, beyond that
corner round which they had come just now, was the famous water-gate,
called "Traitors' Gate," through which passed those convicted of treason
at Westminster, or, at least, those who were under grave suspicion. Such
as these came, of course, by water, as prisoners on whose behalf a
demonstration might perhaps be made if they came by land. So, at least,
he understood was the reason of the custom.
"Her Grace herself once came that way," he said with a twinkle. "Now she
sends other folks in her stead."
Then he pointed out more clearly the White Tower.
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