She used to moan now and then "Don't take me away!" or cower
in terror, "She is coming!" being her cry, or sometimes "So foul and
loathly." She hung again between life and death, and most of those
around thought death would be far better for the poor child, but the
Countess and the Chaplain still held to the faith that she must be
reserved for some great purpose if she survived so much.
Great families with all their train used to move from one castle or
manor to another so soon as they had eaten up all the produce of one
place, and the time had come when the Nevils must perforce quit
Amesbury. Grisell was in no state for a long journey; she was
exceedingly weak, and as fast as one wound in her face and neck
healed another began to break out, so that often she could hardly
eat, and whether she would ever have the use of her left eye was
doubtful.
Master Miles was at his wits' end, Maudlin was weary of waiting on
her, and so in truth was every one except the good Countess, and she
could not always be with the sufferer, nor could she carry such a
patient to London, whither her lord was summoned to support his
brother-in-law, the Duke of York, against the Duke of Somerset.
The only delay was caused by the having to receive the newly-
appointed Bishop, Richard Beauchamp, who had been translated from his
former see at Hereford on the murder of his predecessor, William
Ayscough, by some of Jack Cade's party.
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