You have saved my life, and
I will spare yours."
"Sire! " cried Wyat.
"Suffolk," exclaimed Henry, looking towards the duke, who was holding
Fenwolf by the throat, "shall I be justified in letting him go free?
"Strike!- strike! " cried a deep voice in Wyat's ear; "your rival is now in
your power."
"Far be it from me to thwart your majesty's generous impulses,"
rejoined Suffolk. "It is true that Wyat has saved your life; and if he had
been disposed to take it, you have this moment exposed yourself to
him."
"Sir Thomas Wyat," said the king, turning to him, "you have my full and
free pardon. Quit this forest instantly, and make your way to Paris. If
you are found within it to-morrow you will be lodged in the Tower."
Wyat knelt down, and would have pressed Henry's hand to his lips, but
the latter pushed him aside.
"No--no! Not now--on your return."
Thus rebuffed, Wyat strode away, and as he passed the tree he heard a
voice exclaim, " You have escaped him, but think not to escape me!"
"And now, sweetheart," said Henry, turning to Mabel, "since you are so
far on the way, you shall go with me to the castle."
"On no account, my liege," she returned; "my grandsire will wonder
what has become of me.
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