I now demand that you name it!" She was of wondrous beauty in her proud, hold bearing--in her imposing, majestic tranquillity.
The decisive moment had come, and she was conscious that her life and her future were struggling with death for the victory.
She looked over to Thomas Seymour, and their eyes met.

She saw how he laid his hand on his sword, and nodded to her a smiling greeting.
"He will defend me; and before he will suffer me to be dragged to the Tower, he himself will plunge his sword into my breast," thought she, and a joyous, triumphant assurance filled her whole heart.
She saw nothing but him, who had sworn to die with her when the decisive moment came.

She looked with a smile on the blade which he had already half drawn from its scabbard; and she hailed it as a dear, long-yearned-for friend.
She saw not that Henry Howard also had lain his hand on his sword; that he, too, was ready for her defence, firmly resolved to slay the king himself, before his mouth uttered the sentence of death over the queen.
But Lady Jane Douglas saw it.

She understood how to read the earl's countenance; she felt that he was ready to go to death for his beloved; and it filled her heart at once with woe and rapture.
She, too, was now firmly resolved to follow her heart and her love; and, forgetting all else besides these, she hastened forward, and was now standing by Henry Howard.
"Be prudent, Earl Surrey," said she, in a low whisper.

"Take your hand from your sword.