And I fear he hath been seduced from her at last. It was said that Mr.
Walsingham was to take him into his house.... Well, but we have not time
for this. What I have to ask you is whether you could come again to us?"
He peered at the priest almost timorously. Robin was startled.
"Come again?" he said. "Why--"
"You see you have already won to her presence, and Sir Amyas is
committed to it that you are a safe man. I shall tell her Grace, too,
that she must eat and drink well, and get better, if she would see you
again, for that will establish you in Sir Amyas' eyes."
"But will she not have a priest?"
"I know nothing, Mr. Alban. They even shut me up here when they took her
to Tixall; and even now none but myself and her two women have access to
her. I do not know even if her Grace will be left here. There has been
talk among the men of going to Fotheringay. I know nothing, from day to
day. It is a ... a _cauchemar_. But they will certainly do what they can
to shake her. It grows more rigorous every day. And I thought, that if
you would tell me whether a message could reach you, and if her chaplain
is not allowed to see her again, you might be able to come again. I
would tell Sir Amyas how much good you had done to her last time, with
your herbs; and, it might be, you could see her again in a month or two
perhaps--or later."
Robin was silent.
The greatness of the affair terrified him; yet its melancholy drew him.
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