"Please do nothing of the sort, Caskoden," said he; "if you tell the
king I will declare there is not one word of truth in your story.
There is only one person in the world who may tell of that night's
happenings, and if she does not they shall remain untold. She will
make it all right at once, I know. I would not do her the foul wrong
to think for one instant that she will fail. You do not know her; she
sometimes seems selfish, but it is thoughtlessness fostered by
flattery, and her heart is right. I would trust her with my life. If
you breathe a word of what I have told you, you may do more harm than
you can ever remedy, and I ask you to say nothing to any one. If the
princess would not liberate me ... but that is not to be thought of.
Never doubt that she can and will do it better than you think. She is
all gold."
This, of course, silenced me, as I did not know what new danger I
might create, nor how I might mar the matter I so much wished to mend.
I did not tell Brandon that the girls had left Greenwich, nor of my
undefined, and, perhaps, unfounded fear that Mary might not act as he
thought she would in a great emergency, but silently helped him to
dress and went to London along with him and the sheriff's sergeant.
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