Arrived at the landing, the officer unlocked a door on the left, and
ushered his companion into the prisoner's chamber.
Influenced by the circular shape of the structure in which it was
situated, and of which it formed a segment, the farther part of this
chamber was almost lost to view, and a number of cross-beams and
wooden pillars added to its sombre and mysterious appearance. The
walls were of enormous thickness, and a narrow loophole, terminating
a deep embrasure, afforded but scanty light. Opposite the embrasure
sat Surrey, at a small table covered with books and writing materials. A
lute lay beside him on the floor, and there were several astrological and
alchemical implements within reach.
So immersed was the youthful prisoner in study, that he was not aware,
until a slight exclamation was uttered by Wyat, of the entrance of the
latter. He then arose, and gave him welcome.
Nothing material passed between them as long as the officer remained
in the chamber, but on his departure Surrey observed laughingly to his
friend, "And how doth my fair cousin, the Lady Anne Boleyn?"
"She has just ridden forth with the king, to hawk in the park," replied
Wyat moodily.
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