So we carry you to Chastlecote till January is past, for by then Tony says there will be peace in England." "I thank you, Cis,--and Tony also, who loves me.

But if your news be right, I have a duty to do.

I am of Cromwell's party, as you and Tony are of the King's.

You would not have me run from danger." She primmed her pretty mouth.

"You do not run, you are carried off.
Remember your promise." "But a promise given under duress is not valid in law." "You are a gentleman, sir, before you are a lawyer.