And Chris himself was lost again in musing.

That was Ralph's master then, the King's right-hand man, feared next in England after the King himself--and Chancellor Audley, too, and Anne, all in one wooden boat.

How easy for God to put out His hand and finish them! And then he was ashamed at his own thought, so faithless and timid; and he remembered Fisher once more and his gallant spirit in that broken body.
A minute or two later they had landed at the stairs, and were making their way up to the hostel.
The Prior put out his hand and checked him as he stepped ahead to knock.
"Wait," he said.

"Do you know who signed the order we used at the Tower ?" Chris shook his head.
"Master Cromwell," said the Prior.

"And do you know by whose hand it came ?" Chris stared in astonishment.
"It was by your brother," he said..