After that, all movements inside the stable were accompanied by the clanking of irons. "They put a collar on him," Bob said learnedly. The sounds receded, then vanished all of a sudden. "He’s in the Tower now," Bob announced. "God have mercy on him." He sighed, and gazed down the length of the street in the direction of the full moon, which was swinging low over London. "I had better rest," he said, "and so had you—if you intend to come."