Have these lands been valued ?" "Aye, Sire, by your Commissioner, who reports it doubtful if with all their tenements and timber they would fetch L1000 in gold." "Our Commissioner?
A fig for his valuing, doubtless he has been bribed.
Still, if we repay the money we can hold the land, and since this Dame Harflete and her husband have suffered sorely at the hands of Maldon and his armed ruffians, why, let it pass also.

Now, is that all?
I weary of so much talk." "But one thing more, your Grace," put in Cromwell hastily, for Henry was already rising from his chair.

"Dame Cicely Harflete, her servant, Emlyn Stower, and a certain crazed old nun were condemned of sorcery by a Court Ecclesiastic whereof the Abbot Maldon was a member, the said Abbot alleging that they had bewitched him and his goods." "Then he was pleader and judge in one ?" "That is so, your Grace.

Already without the royal warrant they were bound to the stake for burning, the said Maldon having usurped the prerogative of the Crown, when your Commissioner, Legh, arrived and loosed them, but not without fighting, for certain men were killed and wounded.

Now they humbly crave your Majesty's royal pardon for their share in this man-slaying, if any, as also does Thomas Bolle yonder, who seems to have done the slaying----" "Well can I believe it," muttered the King.
"And a declaration of the invalidity of their trial and condemning, and of their innocence of the foul charge laid against them." "Innocence!" exclaimed Henry, growing impatient and fixing on the last point.