He, Cromwell, sends them away. They come back. They come back with further and higher commissions and better signatures, and they bring with them the Master of the Rolls. They take the Great Seal from my lord cardinal. Norfolk glances sideways at him, and gives him a fleeting, ferrety grin. He doesn't know why. ‘Come and see me,’ the duke says. ‘Why, my lord?’ Norfolk turns down his mouth. He never explains. ‘When?’ ‘No hurry,’ Norfolk says. ‘Come when you've mended your manners.’ It is 19 October 1529.
