So joyful was I that I could even lend my voice for a while to the general cry, and, when night fell, bring my torch to the flaming barrels that blazed on Finsbury Fields.
Yet I came home that night ill at ease.

Fresh news had arrived already that other men had been taken in the country--amongst them, certain who had been in attendance on the Scotch Queen.

Yet, ask all I would, never once could I hear of Ludar by name, or of any man resembling him.
A month later we 'prentices had another holiday, this time to witness the end of that terrible business on Tyburn Hill.

'Twas a horrible sight--I would I could forget it--to see those traitors die, foul as their crime had been.

Yet what sickened me the most was to think that Ludar perchance might presently follow to the same fate, if indeed he had not already shared it.
But no news came.