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The Tower of London 27

The Tower of London 27


"Do not lose time," cried the old woman, "we may be followed, and retaken."
 
Still Jane hesitated. She cast another look towards the doorway, and the idea crossed her, that from that very outlet she should be led to execution. A deadly chill pervaded her frame,-and her feet seemed nailed to the ground. Seeing her irresolution, Cicely threw herself on her knees before her, and implored her to make an effort. Jane advanced a step, and then paused. After remaining a moment in deep abstraction, she turned to Cicely, and said,-- .
 
"Child, I thank you for your zeal, but I feel it is useless. Though I may escape from the Tower, I _cannot_ escape my fate." Cicely, however, renewed her entreaties, and seconded by Chomondeley she at length prevailed. Pursuing the same course which Gunnora had taken on the night she was brought to
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
the Tower by Simon Renard, they at length arrived at the shed at the further side of the moat.
 
"You are now safe," said Gunnora. "Hasten to Sion House, and if my plan does not fail, your husband shall join you there before many hours have passed."
 
So saying, she departed. Jane and her attendants crossed Tower Hill, from which she turned to gaze at the scene of her greatness, indistinctly visible in the gloom--and so agonizing were the thoughts occasioned by the sight that she burst into tears. As soon as she had recovered from her paroxysm of grief, they proceeded to the river side, where they fortunately procured a boat, and were rowed towards Sion House.
 
XVII.-IN WHAT MANNER JANE WAS BROUGHT BACK TO THE TOWER
 
OF LONDON.
 
 
 
|Gunnora Braose kept her word. Before daybreak, Lord Guilford Dudley joined his afflicted consort. Their meeting was passionate and sad. As Jane ardently returned her husband's fond embrace, she cried--"Oh, my dear lord, that we had never been deluded by the false glitter, of greatness to quit this calm retreat ! Oh that we may be permitted to pass the remainder of our days here !"
 
"I have not yet abandoned all hopes of the throne," replied Dudley. "Our fortunes may be retrieved."
 
"Never," returned Jane, gravely--"never so far as I am concerned. Were the crown to be again offered to me--were I assured I could retain it, I would not accept it. No, Dudley, the dream of ambition is over; and I am fully sensible of the error I have committed."
 
"As you please, my queen, for I will still term you so," rejoined Dudley--"but if my father is in arms, I will join him, and we will make one last effort for the prize, and regain it, or perish in the attempt."
 
"Your wild ambition will lead you to the scaffold--and will conduct me there, also," replied Jane. "If we could not hold the power when it was in our own hands--how can you hope to regain it?"
 
"It is _not_ lost--I will not believe it, till I am certified under my father's own hand that he has abandoned the enterprise," rejoined Dudley. "You know him not, Jane. With five thousand men at his command--nay, with a fifth of that number, he is more than a match for all his enemies. We shall yet live to see him master of the Tower--of this rebellious city. we shall yet see our foes led to the scaffold. And if I see the traitors, Renard, Pembroke and Arundel, conducted thither I will excuse Fortune all her malice."
 
"Heaven forgive them their treason as I forgive them !" exclaimed Jane. "But I fear their enmity will not be satisfied
 
till they have brought us to the block to which you would doom them."
 
"This is not a season for reproaches, Jane," said Dudley, coldly ; "but if you had not trusted that false traitor, Renard,--if you had not listened to his pernicious counsels,--if you had not refused my suit for the crown, and urged my father to undertake the expedition against Mary,--all had been well. You had been queen--and I king."
 
"Your reproaches are deserved, Dudley," replied Jane, "and you cannot blame me more severely than I blame myself. Nevertheless, had I acceded to your desires,--had I raised you to the sovereignty,--had I turned a deaf ear to Renard's counsel, and not suffered myself to be duped by his allies Arundel and Pembroke,--had I retained your father in the Tower,--my reign would not have been of much longer duration."
 
"I do not understand you, madam," said Lord Guilford, sternly.
 
"To be plain, then," replied Jane,--"for disguise is useless now--I am satisfied that your father aimed at the crownhimself,--that I was merely placed on the throne to prepare it for him,--and that when the time arrived, he would have removed me."
 
"Jane !" exclaimed her husband, furiously.
 
"Have patience, dear Dudley !" she rejoined. "I say not this to rouse your anger, or to breed further misunderstanding between us. Heaven knows we have misery enough to endure without adding to it. I say it to reconcile you to your lot. I say it to check the spirit of ambition which I find is yet smouldering within your bosom. I say it to prevent your joining in any fresh attempt with your father, which will assuredly end in the destruction of both."
 
"But you have brought a charge so foul against him, madam," cried her husband, "that as his son, I am bound to tell you you are grievously in error."
 
"Dudley," replied Jane, firmly, "I have proofs that the Duke poisoned my cousin, King Edward. I have proofs also, that he would have poisoned me."
 
"It is false," cried her husband, furiously--"it is a vile calumny fabricated by his enemies. You have been imposed upon."
 
"Not so, my lord," cried Gunnora Braose, who had been an unseen listener to the conversation. "It is no calumny. The royal Edward was poisoned by me at your 'father's instigation. And you and your consort would have shared the same fate."
 
"False hag ! thou liest," cried Lord Guilford.
 
"Read that," replied Gunnora, placing a document in his hands. "It is my order in the Duke's own writing. Do you credit me now."
 
Dudley hastily cast his eyes over the scroll. His countenance fell, and the paper dropped from his grasp.
 
"And now hear my news," continued the old woman, with a
 
smile of exultation. "Your father has proclaimed Queen Mary at Cambridge."
 
"Impossible!" cried Dudley.
 
"I tell you it is true," replied Gunnora--"a messenger arrived at midnight with the tidings, and it was during the confusion created by the intelligence that I contrived to effect your escape. The Earl of Arundel is despatched to arrest him, and, ere to-morrow night, he will be lodged within the Tower. Yes," she continued with a ferocious laugh--"I shall see him placed in the same dungeon in which he lodged my foster-son, the great Duke of Somerset. I shall see his head stricken off by the same axe, and upon the same scaffold, and I shall die content."
 
"Horrible!" cried Jane. "Leave us, wretched woman. Your presence adds to my affliction."
 
"I will leave you, dear lady," replied Gunnora--"but though absent from you, I will not fail to watch over you. I have powerful friends within the Tower, and if any ill be designed you, I will give you timely warning. Farewell !"
 
A miserable and anxious day was passed by Jane and her husband. Lord Guilford would fain have departed with Chol-mondeley to join his father at Cambridge, but suffered himself to be dissuaded from the rash undertaking, by the tears and entreaties of his consort. As to Cicely and her lover, their sympathies were so strongly excited for the distresses of Jane, that the happiness they would otherwise have experienced in each other's society, was wholly destroyed. At night, as the little party were assembled, Gunnora Braose again made her appearance, and her countenance bespoke that some new danger was at hand.
 
"What ill tidings do you bring?" cried Dudley, starting to his feet.
 
"Fly !" exclaimed Gunnora. "You have not a moment to lose. Simon Renard has discovered your retreat, and Lord Clinton, with a body of men, is hastening hither to convey you to the Tower. Fly !"
 
"Whither?" exclaimed Lord Guilford. "Whither shall we fly?"
 
"It is useless, my dear lord," replied Jane, calmly, "to contend further. I resign myself to the hands of Providence, and I counsel you to do the same."
 
"Come then with me, Cholmondeley," cried Dudley, snatching up his cloak, aud girding on his sword, "we will to horse at once, and join my father at Cambridge. If he has a handful of men left we can yet make a gallant defence."
 
"The Duke is arrested, and on his way to the Tower," said Gunnora.
 
"Ha !" exclaimed Dudley, "when did this occur ?"
 
"Yesterday," replied the old woman. "He was taken within his chamber by my grandson, Gilbert Pot, who has received a hundred pounds in lands, and the degree of an esquire, for the
 
deed. He submitted himself to the Earl qf Arundel, and his deportment was as abject as it formerly was arrogant. When he saw the Earl, he fell on his knees, and desired him to have pity on him for the love of God. 'Consider.' he said, 'I have done nothing but by the order of you and the whole Council.' Then the Earl of Arundel replied, 'I am sent hither by the Queen's majesty, and in her name I arrest you.' 'And I obey it, my lord.' answered the Duke. 'I beseech you use mercy towards me, knowing the case as it is.' 'My lord,' rejoined the Earl, 'you should have sought mercy sooner. I must do according to my commandment. You are my prisoner!' And he committed him in charge to my grandson and others of the guard."
 
"How learnt you this?" inquired Lord Guilford.
 
"From a messenger who has just arrived at the Tower," replied the old woman--"and this is the last act of the great Duke of Northumberland. We shall soon see how he comports himself on the scaffold."
 
"Begone," cried Jane, "and do not stay here to deride our misery." .
 
"I am not come hither to deride it," replied the old woman, "but to warn you."
 
"I thank you for your solicitude," replied Jane--"but, it is needless. Retire all of you, I entreat, and leave me with my husband."
 
Her injunctions were immediately complied with, and her attendants withdrew. The unfortunate pair were not, however, allowed much time for conversation. Before they had been many minutes alone, the door was burst open, and a troop of armed men headed by Lord Clinton, the lieutenant of the Tower, rushed in.
 
"I am aware of your errand, my lord," said Jane ; "you are come to convey me to the Tower. I am ready to attend you."
 
"It is well," replied Lord Clinton. "If you have any preparations to make, you shall have time for them."
 
"I have none, my lord," she replied.

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