head or my life in this reckless under taking, and that has given
you courage to follow my example. That is a new proof of your
prudent valor, my Honorable Earl of Surrey, and I must praise you
for it."

A hot flush suffused the noble face of the earl, his eyes shot
lightning, and, trembling with rage, he laid his hand on his sword.
"Praise from Thomas Seymour is--"

"Silence!" interposed the king, imperatively. "It must not be said
that two of the noblest cavaliers of my court have turned the day,
which should be one of festivity to all of you, into a day of
contention. I command you, therefore, to be reconciled. Shake hands,
my lords, and let your reconciliation be sincere. I, the king
command it!"

The young men gazed at each other with looks of hatred and smothered
rage, and their eyes spoke the insulting and defiant words which
their lips durst no longer utter. The king had ordered, and, however
great and powerful they might be, the king was to be obeyed. They,
therefore, extended their hands to each other, and muttered a few
low, unintelligible words, which might be, perhaps, a mutual
apology, but which neither of them understood.

"And now, sire," said the Earl of Surrey, "now I venture to
reiterate my prayer. Mercy, your majesty, mercy for Anne Askew!"

"And you, Thomas Seymour, do you also renew your petition?"

"No, I withdraw it. Earl Surrey protects her; I, therefore, retire,