Earl Douglas followed him thither, and let the heavy velvet curtain drop behind them.
"Sire," said he, hardily and resolutely, "the question now is this: Whose head would you rather give over to the executioner, mine or the Earl of Surrey's?
You have the choice between the two.

You are aware that I have ventured for a moment to deceive you.

Well, send me to the Tower then, and set free the noble Henry Howard, that he may henceforth disturb your sleep and poison your days; that he may further court the love of the people, and perhaps some day rob your son of the throne that belongs to him.

Here is my head, sire; it is forfeited to the headsman's axe, and Earl Surrey is free!" "No, he is not free, and never shall be!" said the king, grinding his teeth.
"Then, my king, I am justified; and instead of being angry with me, you will thank me?
It is true I have played a hazardous game, but I did so in the service of my king.

I did it because I loved him, and because I read on your lofty clouded brow the thoughts that begirt with darkness my master's soul, and disturbed the sleep of his nights.