CHAPTER IV.
It was a little after noon next day that first we saw the Norman church upon the hill, and then the roofs of Hare Street.
I had been astonished at the badness of the roads from London, coming as I had from Rome, where paved ways go out in every direction.

We came out by Bishopsgate, by the Ware road, and arrived at Waltham Cross a little before sunset, riding through heavy dust that had hardly been laid at all by the recent rains.

We rode armed, with four servants, besides my Cousin Dorothy's maid, for fear of the highwaymen who had robbed a coach only last week between Ware and London.

My Cousin Dorothy rode a white mare named Jenny which mightily became her.

We lay at the _Four Swans_ at Waltham Cross, and went out before supper to see the Cross which was erected where Queen Eleanor's body had lain--of which the last was at Charing Cross--and I was astonished that the Puritans had not more mutilated it.