called him ‘father.’” 

 “Is he in sooth then a priest?” asked the girl curiously. “Why comes he then in such array? Are not priests always welcome in my father’s house?” 

 “Is it not within thy ken that an edict hath been passed making it treason for priests to be found within the kingdom, and felony to harbor them? And, forsooth, there is much reason for such a law. So many have been the plots against the Queen’s Majesty that much precaution must be taken to preserve her from them.” 

 “Would evil befall my father should it come to the ears of the queen that he had given a priest entertainment?” 

 “I make no doubt of it, child. Therefore it behooves us to be silent respecting the matter. But, by my life, girl! we dally too long. Away! and set a guard upon thy lips. If thou canst carry so weighty a matter sub silentio then will I deem thee better than the most of thy sex.” 

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CHAPTER III

THE PAGE’S DRESS

 The bower chamber of the Lady Penelope Stafford was both large and lofty yet there was nothing there of ponderous grandeur. The walls were covered with soft arras embroidered in bright coloring skilfully blended. The rich furniture was designed for ease and comfort rather than pomp and parade. The chamber was lighted by a large window with broad casements between the mullions, and with flowing tracery above of arch and quatrefoil. 

 On a low couch sat Lady Stafford swinging gently to and fro a delicate gold handled fan of flamingo feathers which ever and anon she laid aside to direct Francis who sat on a low stool at her feet plying some embroidery work. 

 “So, my daughter,” said the lady indicating a cross-stitch. “Take heed to thy work else thou wilt not excel with the needle. 28 Marry, I marvel that thou dost accomplish anything with such unskilful fingers. Knowest thou not that the Queen’s Majesty did fashion a shirt of cambric for her brother when she was but six years old? I trow that that is more than thou couldst do now; and thou art more than double that age.” 

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 “I crave thy forbearance, my sweet mother,” pleaded Francis. “My fancy dwells not upon my task, but the rather 

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