e Queen and a vast number of nobles--English, Flemish, and
Spanish--rode through the City in great state; but few of the mob
cheered, or cried, "God save the King and Queen!" Many, indeed, uttered
very different exclamations, at which Mary, and Bishop Gardiner, were
very wroth, scarcely attempting to conceal their anger. Still more
angry was the Bishop when he arrived in Gracechurch Street, and saw the
representation of King Henry with a Bible in his hand. Immediately he
sent some one to call the painter before him, who, on his appearing, had
numerous foul words showered down on his head.

"Thou art an accursed traitor!" he added. "Who bade thee thus paint the
good King with a book in his hand? Thou shalt be sent to the Fleet
because thou art a fool, if not a traitor."

The poor painter humbly apologised, saying that he thought, as King
Henry had allowed the Bible to be read in all churches, it was right to
paint him in that manner.

"No, no, knave!" answered the bishop. "Such a painting is against the
Queen's Catholic proceedings. She does not esteem the Bible as the vile
heretics do. Now go and paint out the book, or thy head will grace one
of the first fresh gibbets which will soon be erected in the City."

The painter hastened off, and painting out the Bible, put in the King's
hands a pair of gloves in its stead.

Ernst, as has been said, was watching the procession, but with a bitter
heart. He did not intend to make any sign of disrespect: he simply
avoided shouting, or showing that he was pleased at the arrival of the
Prince, when suddenly he found his arm seized by a person with a firm
grasp.

"What want you with me?" he asked, looking up, and almost expecting to
see the person who had before warned him that Master Gresham was in
danger.

"Thou art a young traitor, and must prepare to go with me to prison,"
said the officer of justice. "I saw thee just now make signs of hatred
towards the Queen. For this alone thou deservest to die; we can have no
traitors in England."

In vain Ernst pleaded that he had not done any wrong, and that though he
had not shouted, neither had the great mass of people standing round.
This seemed somewhat to stagger the officer. The man was about, indeed,
to let Ernst go, when a priest, who had been standing near, stepped
forward, and looking the boy earnestly in the face, exclaimed: "Oh!
young traitor, I saw thee when I was performing mass at Saint Mary
Overy, and