May God preserve them both to you; then will you pass through life quietly and safely; but you will yet be a poor, wretched woman, and when you come to die, they will place a royal crown upon your coffin, but love will not weep for you.

Farewell, Catharine, Queen of England, and since you cannot love him, give Thomas Seymour, the traitor, your sympathy at least." He bowed low and kissed her feet, then he arose and walked with firm step to the tree where he had tied the horses.

But now Catharine arose, now she flew to him, and grasping his hand, asked, trembling and breathless, "What are you about to do?
whither are you going ?" "To the king, my lady." "And what will you do there ?" "I will show him a traitor who has dared love the queen.

You have just killed my heart; he will kill only my body.

That is less painful, and I will thank him for it." Catharine uttered a cry, and with passionate vehemence drew him back to the place where she had been resting.
"If you do what you say, you will kill me," said she, with trembling lips.