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sufficed to complete the work, save, only, that some Irishry
.quartered in the barbican escaped : the warden's prisoners,
however, are seeured. and now await your lordship's pleasure."
I cannot break the faith which you have p.edged, Sir Wil-
liam," Said ,Skeffiagton. " This Talbot is convicted of the
murder of an archbishoo, and it matters little into whose hands
he may tall. since, as 1 gather from Master Parez's letter, the
wirden dieditates him as little g.md as the chief justice."
" My lord," said Parez, stepping tirrward, "1 .am willing to
hand him over to the civil power, to be dealt with as the law
has provided. I only stipulated to have the disposal of him that
so great a criminal should not escape by exchange of prisoners
or otherwise."

" Then why not execute him out of hand, while you had him
here ?" asked the deputy.
" My lord," replied Parez, hesitating, " I— 1 was unwilling
to stretch my authority as warden : but, my lord, he is at your
lordship's disposal now; and as for the lady".—s—
" Well, Master Parez, we shall this settle presently," said
Skeffington. "In the meantime, I [lave to thank you, on my,
master the king's behalf, fur this service, which I acknowledge
to have been a sparing of great charges and a saving of many
valiant soldiers' lives to his highness; and when his majesty
shall be advised thereof, I am bold to say he will not see you
want during your life. But, as I hold a poor one thousand
pounds but a slight recompense for service so weighty, I would
wish to know what has been your condition as a servant to the
rebel, in order that no man need say hereafter you have been
the loser by this change of masters."
" My lord," replied Parez, colouring with pleasure at -his
complete success, " I have to return your lordship thy most
hearty thanks for your consideration ; and as to the estate in
which I have been supported while serving the rebel, trust me,
Inv good lord, I would esteem my condition much more honour-
able and prosperous to enjoy but a tithe of the same, as bounty
from his gracious majesty, who is my natural and rightful so-
vereign, albeit I have most basely and unnaturally rebelled
against his lawful authority."
" But, to the point, Master Parez : what benefits have you
enjoyed as servant to the Geraluine ?"
" My lord, if I were to relate all the gifts, bounties, and emolu-
ments that have been extended to me by the arch rebel and his
father, I should name a sum little short of five hundred pounds
in the year."
" Five hundred pounds a year! Five knights' fees to one
warden," said the deputy with impressive severity of manner.
" Parez, you have served a liberal master."
" Ah, my lord, if he had been but loyal to his prince, I should
never have had such a master again ; but, indeed, my lord, I
bad peculiar claims upon his bounty."
" How so, sir: ?"
" My lord, I am own foster-brother to Tomas-dn-teeda,'
The ra.geof the -prisoners again broke forth in loud execra.
tions, and extreme indignation at the warden's baseness was
freely expressed by many of those who stood around; but Sir
William Skeffington turned his head aside, that Parez could not
see whether or not:he joined in the general disgust.
- " Sir William Brereton," at length he said, after a pause,
during which the colour came and went upon the traitor's cheek
like shadows of an April day, "read me the warden's letter of
stipulation again." The letter was again read, " Have you a
thousand Pounds in the military chest 1" asked the deputy.
" My lord," replied Brereton, "it is here ;" and he pointed
to a heavy bag of gold' carried by a man-at-arms.
" Pay hiim his money," said Skeffington. The money was
poured out into a helmet, and handed to the warden to count ;
but he replaced it in the bag, and said he was willing to take it
on the knight's word.
" Are you satisfied so far ?" asked the deputy.
"I am, iny-lord. I have nothing more to ask but the 'custody
of my own prisoners."
" They are at your disposal."
" Then, my lord, I hand over the murderer to be dealt with
by the laws; and I claim the wardship of the lady, since she is
not his wife, and as I am her next of kin within the four seas;
my mother was her father's cousin, and she is not yet of full
age."
" You have your demand," said the deputy. "'Marshall,
take this knight into your custody. Madam, consider yourself
the ward of Master Parez. Are you satisfied ?"
" I am, my lord, the conditions are amply fulfilled," exclaimed
the traitor, with a smile of triumph so diabolical, that a murmur
of indignation burst involuntarily from even the gravest of the
assembly, while the Irish prisoners and the lower sort showered
a storm of curses on his head, both loud and terrible. Parez
bore all with exulting effrontery. But the tuuolt ceased all at
once, for the face of the Lord Deputy, as he turned to address
the warden again, was suddenly and fearfully changed.
" You are satisfied ?" be once more inquired, in a stern voice.
" I am, my lord," replied Parez, but in a tone of decreasing
confidence.

" Provost Marshall," cried Skeffington. The officer ad-
vanced; the deputy pointed to Pavez, and, speaking so loud as
to be heard to the remotest quarter of the court-yard, cried,
" Chop me off the villain's head !"
" My lord," exclaimed Parez, starting back, in half-incredu-
lous dismay, "your lordship, surely, cannot mean me !"
" Chop me off his head, I say," cried Skeffington again, in
a still louder voice. "He has got what he has bargained for ;
he shall never betray a brother's trust again !"
" My lord, my lord," cried Pare; "you cannot mean to take
my life ! You are bound to do me no violence.
" Villain, it is false!" exclaimed the deputy. "I am bound
to give you a thousand pounds: look to your money, count it ;
you have the full sum you asked. lam bound to give you the
disposal of your prisoners; you have voluntarily made one over
to me; and I have, at your desire, appointed you to the ward-
ship of the other; but, traitor, 1 ask you, where am I bound to
give you your life ? is that in your agreement? have you bar-
gained in your billet for that ? Ho ! search me his letter of
stipulation for a saving clause in favour of his life, that I may
send him under as much iron as he can stand beneath, to enjoy
it in the deepest dungeon of Dublin Castle. Search me the
traitor's letter for a stipulation that he shall have life -or liberty,
till I hunt him out of the gates as I would a wild dog out of my
pinfold ! Take him, I say, Master Provost, and let me see his
head upon the barbican within an hour."