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Cross and banner, pix and chalice, shrines containing relics, and censers steaming with incense, preceded and were intermingled with the long and solemn array of the brotherhood, in their long black gowns and cowls, with their white scapularies hanging over them...
Surely, said the Queen her fears again predominating, ‘Scottish nobles would not lend themselves to assassinate a helpless woman?’
‘Bethink you madam’, Melville relied, ‘what horrid spectacles have been seen in our day; and what act is so dark, that some Scottish hand has not been found to dare it? The Council, besides, speak of proofs by write and word, of a casket with letters – of I know not what’