brother; but the king, of course, must be satisfied first. They both
had enough eventually; Henry in one way, Mary in another.

One day the fancy struck the king that he would rebuild a certain
chapel at Windsor; so he took a number of the court, including Mary,
Jane, Brandon and myself, and went with us up to London, where we
lodged over night at Bridewell House. The next morning--as bright and
beautiful a June day as ever gladdened the heart of a rose--we took
horse for Windsor; a delightful seven-league ride over a fair road.

Mary and Jane traveled side by side, with an occasional companion or
two, as the road permitted. I was angry with Jane, as you know, so did
not go near the girls; and Brandon, without any apparent intention one
way or the other, allowed events to adjust themselves, and rode with
Cavendish and me.

We were perhaps forty yards behind the girls, and I noticed after a
time that the Lady Mary kept looking backward in our direction, as if
fearing rain from the east. I was in hopes that Jane, too, would fear
the rain, but you would have sworn her neck was stiff, so straight
ahead did she keep her face. We had ridden perhaps three leagues, when
the princess stopped her horse and turned in her saddle. I heard her
voice, but did not understand what she said.

In a moment some one called out: "Master Brandon is wanted." So that
gentleman rode forward, and I followed him. When we came up with the
girls, Mary said: "I fear my girth is loose."

Brandon at once dismounted to tighten it, and the others of our
immediate party began to cluster around.