Away, then, to the queen!" With fleet foot John Heywood hastened back into the castle.

Through passages and corridors he slipped hurriedly along.
Now he stood in the corridor which led to the apartments of the queen.
"I will constitute her guard to-night," muttered John Heywood, as he hid himself in one of the niches in the corridor.

"The fool by his prayers will keep far from the door of his saint the tricks of the devil, and protect her from the snares which the pious Bishop Gardiner and the crafty courtier Douglas want to lay for her feet.

My queen shall not fall and be ruined.

The fool yet lives to protect her.".