CHAPTER I.
THE LANDING OF THE POWDER.
Towards the close of the sixth day after their departure from Ordsall Hall, the party approached the capital.

The sun was setting as they descended Highgate Hill, and the view of the ancient, and then most picturesque city, was so enchanting, that Viviana, who beheld it for the first time, entreated her companions to pause for a few minutes to allow her to contemplate it.

From the spot where they halted, the country was completely open to Clerkenwell, and only a few scattered habitations lay between them and the old grey ramparts of the city, with their gates and fortifications, which were easily discernible even at that distance.
Above them rose the massive body and central tower of Saint Paul's cathedral,--a structure far surpassing that which has succeeded it,--while amid the innumerable gables, pointed roofs, and twisted chimneys of the houses sprang a multitude of lesser towers and spires, lending additional beauty to the scene.

Viviana was enraptured, and, while gazing on the prospect, almost forgot her sorrows.

Guy Fawkes and Catesby, who were a little in advance of the others, turned their gaze westward, and the former observed to his companion, "The sun is setting over the Parliament House.