y detached herself from the child's embrace, and set him
down. She desired Alice to take him away, and then to return and assist
her in matters respecting which she would tell her particulars when she
should have removed the child. She stood looking after the boy as Alice
led him away, and he turned his head to say, "God be wi' ye!" [See Note
2].

"Never again! never again!" said Margery to herself in a half-whisper.
"The worst part of death is over! I have nothing left now but Christ."

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Note 1. Wycliffe always renders "Bisschopis" the word translated "chief
priests" in the authorised version.

Note 2. The farewell phrase which has in modern times been shortened
into "good-bye."

CHAPTER EIGHT.

A LODGING ON THE COLD GROUND.

"Christ is at hand to scorn or bless--
Christ suffers in our strife."

Christian Year.

In the evening, as previously ordered, Margery quitted Marnell Place in
her litter for her prison in the Tower. The jailer stared at her, as
Abbot Bilson, who accompanied her, gave her into his charge, and
whisperingly asked the reason for which she was to be incarcerated.

"Heresy, good friend."

"Heresy!" said the jailer, staring more than ever. "What pity for one
so marvellous young! Poor lady! it sorroweth me!"

When Margery was at length locked in, she had time to look round her
prison. It was a small, square, whitewashed cell, completely
unfurnished; all the furniture had to be brought from Marnell Place.
Not much was allowed. A mattress and blanket by way of bed, a stool,
and a crucifix, were the only articles permitted. The barred window was
very small, and very high up. Here Margery was to remain until
September. The days rolled wearily on. Lord Marnell occasionally
visited her; but not often, and he was her sole visitor. The jailer,
for a jailer, was rather kind to his prisoner, whom he evidently pitied;
and one day he told her, as he brought her the prison allowance for
supper, that "strange things" were taking place in the political world.
There was a rumour in London that "my Lord of Hereford" had returned to
England before his period of banishment was over, and had possessed
himself of the person of King Richard at Flint Castle.

"What will he do?" asked Margery. "Soothly I wis not," answered the
jailer. "I trow he will make himself king. Any way, I trust it may hap
for your Ladys