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had poisoned a hundred men thou shouldst not suffer so miserable a death.”

      The prisoner bowed his face to the ground and burst into passionate expressions of gratitude – ending with—

      “If ever thou shouldst know misfortune – which God forefend! – may thy goodness to me this day be remembered and requited!”

      Tom turned to the Earl of Hertford, and said—

      “My lord, is it believable that there was warrant for this man’s ferocious doom?”

      “It is the law, your Grace – for poisoners. In Germany coiners be boiled to death in oil – not cast in of a sudden, but by a rope let down into the oil by degrees, and slowly; first the feet, then the legs, then—”

      “O prithee no more, my lord, I cannot bear it!” cried Tom, covering his eyes with his hands to shut out the picture. “I beseech your good lordship that order be taken to change this law – oh, let no more poor creatures be visited with its tortures.”

      The Earl’s face showed profound gratification, for he was a man of merciful and generous impulses – a thing not very common with his class in that fierce age. He said—

      “These your Grace’s noble words have sealed its doom. History will remember it to the honour of your royal house.”

      The under-sheriff was about to remove his prisoner; Tom gave him a sign to wait; then he said—

      “Good sir, I would look into this matter further. The man has said his deed was but lamely proved. Tell me what thou knowest.”

      “If the King’s grace please, it did appear upon the trial that this man entered into a house in the hamlet of Islington where one lay sick – three witnesses say it was at ten of the clock in the morning, and two say it was some minutes later – the sick man being alone at the time, and sleeping – and presently the man came forth again and went his way. The sick man died within the hour, being torn with spasms and retchings.”

      “Did any see the poison given? Was poison found?”

      “Marry, no, my liege.”

      “Then how doth one know there was poison given at all?”

      “Please your Majesty, the doctors testified that none die with such symptoms but by poison.”

      Weighty evidence, this, in that simple age. Tom recognised its formidable nature, and said—

      “The doctor knoweth his trade – belike they were right. The matter hath an ill-look for this poor man.”

      “Yet was not this all, your Majesty; there is more and worse. Many testified that a witch, since gone from the village, none know whither, did foretell, and speak it privately in their ears, that the sick man would die by poison – and more, that a stranger would give it – a stranger with brown hair and clothed in a worn and common garb; and surely this prisoner doth answer woundily to the bill. Please your Majesty to give the circumstance that solemn weight which is its due, seeing it was foretold.”

      This was an argument of tremendous force in that superstitious day. Tom felt that the thing was settled; if evidence was worth anything, this poor fellow’s guilt was proved. Still he offered the prisoner a chance, saying—

      “If thou canst say aught in thy behalf, speak.”

      “Nought that will avail, my King. I am innocent, yet cannot I make it appear. I have no friends, else might I show that I was not in Islington that day; so also might I show that at that hour they name I was above a league away, seeing I was at Wapping Old Stairs; yea more, my King, for I could show, that whilst they say I was taking life, I was saving it. A drowning boy—”

      “Peace! Sheriff, name the day the deed was done!”

      “At ten in the morning, or some minutes later, the first day of the New Year, most illustrious—”

      “Let the prisoner go free – it is the King’s will!”

      Another blush followed this unregal outburst, and he covered his indecorum as well as he could by adding—

      “It enrageth me that a man should be hanged upon such idle, hare-brained evidence!”

      A low buzz of admiration swept through the assemblage. It was not admiration of the decree that had been delivered by Tom, for the propriety or expediency of pardoning a convicted poisoner was a thing which few there would have felt justified in either admitting or admiring – no, the admiration was for the intelligence and spirit which Tom had displayed. Some of the low-voiced remarks were to this effect—

      “This is no mad king – he hath his wits sound.”

      “How sanely he put his questions – how like his former natural self was this abrupt imperious disposal of the matter!”

      “God be thanked, his infirmity is spent! This is no weakling, but a king. He hath borne himself like to his own father.”

      The air being filled with applause, Tom’s ear necessarily caught a little of it. The effect which this had upon him was to put him greatly at his ease, and also to charge his system with very gratifying sensations.

      However, his juvenile curiosity soon rose superior to these pleasant thoughts and feelings; he was eager to know what sort of deadly mischief the woman and the little girl could have been about; so, by his command, the two terrified and sobbing creatures were brought before him.

      “What is it that these have done?” he inquired of the sheriff.

      “Please your Majesty, a black crime is charged upon them, and clearly proven; wherefore the judges have decreed, according to the law, that they be hanged. They sold themselves to the devil – such is their crime.”

      Tom shuddered. He had been taught to abhor people who did this wicked thing. Still, he was not going to deny himself the pleasure of feeding his curiosity for all that; so he asked—

      “Where was this done? – and when?”

      “On a midnight in December, in a ruined church, your Majesty.”

      Tom shuddered again.

      “Who was there present?”

      “Only these two, your grace – and that other.”

      “Have these confessed?”

      “Nay, not so, sire – they do deny it.”

      “Then prithee, how was it known?”

      “Certain witness did see them wending thither, good your Majesty; this bred the suspicion, and dire effects have since confirmed and justified it. In particular, it is in evidence that through the wicked power so obtained, they did invoke and bring about a storm that wasted all the region round about. Above forty witnesses have proved the storm; and sooth one might have had a thousand, for all had reason to remember it, sith all had suffered by it.”

      “Certes this is a serious matter.” Tom turned this dark piece of scoundrelism over in his mind a while, then asked—

      “Suffered the woman also by the storm?”

      Several old heads among the assemblage nodded their recognition of the wisdom of this question. The sheriff, however, saw nothing consequential in the inquiry; he answered, with simple directness—

      “Indeed did she, your Majesty, and most righteously, as all aver. Her habitation was swept away, and herself and child left shelterless.”

      “Methinks

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