She shall be where he is--in the Tower, and on the scaffold! We will therefore wake this sentimental lady and show her the last duty of a cavalier by conducting her to her carriage!" He was about to approach the figure of the queen lying on the floor.
Earl Douglas held him back.
"Sire," said he, "it is my duty--as your faithful subject, who loves you and trembles for your welfare--it is my duty to implore you to spare yourself and preserve your precious and adored person from the venomous sting of anger and grief.

I conjure you, therefore, do not deign to look again on this woman, who has so deeply injured you.

Give me your orders--what am I to do with her--and allow me first of all to accompany you to your apartments." "You are right," said the king, "she is not worthy of having my eyes rest on her again; and she is even too contemptible for my anger! We will call the soldiers that they may conduct this traitoress and adulteress to the tower, as they have done her paramour." "Yet for that there is needed still a formality.

The queen will not be admitted into the Tower without the king's written and sealed order." "Then I will draw up that order." "Sire, in that cabinet yonder may be found the necessary writing-materials, if it please your majesty." The king leaned in silence on the earl's arm, and allowed himself to be led again into the cabinet.
With officious haste Earl Douglas made the necessary arrangements.

He rolled the writing-table up to the king; he placed the large sheet of white paper in order, and slipped the pen into the king's hand.
"What shall I write ?" asked the king, who, by the exertion of his night's excursion, and of his anger and vexation, began at length to be exhausted.
"An order for the queen's imprisonment, sire." The king wrote.