Catharine did not even see the clouds which were gathering on the king's brow.

Her looks were directed only to the chess-board; and, breathless with expectation and glowing with eagerness, she considered the move she was about to make.
But Gardiner was very well aware of the king's secret anger; and he comprehended that the situation was favorable for him.
With soft, sneaking step he approached the king, and, standing behind him, looked over the game.
"You are checkmated in four moves, my husband!" said the queen with a cheerful laugh, as she made her move.
A still darker frown gathered on the king's brow, and his lips were violently compressed.
"It is true, your majesty," said Gardiner.

"You will soon have to succumb.

Danger threatens you from the queen." Henry gave a start, and turned his face to Gardiner with an expression of inquiry.

In his exasperated mood against the queen, the crafty priest's ambiguous remark struck him with double keenness.
Gardiner was a very skilful hunter; the very first arrow that he shot had hit.