about one o'clock a.m.
Sir Thomas Knevet left his prisoner under guard , and returned to the King . Late as it was , his Majesty had not retired . The members of the Council who were at hand -- for some always slept in the Palace -- were called in , the gates secured , a cordon of troops set across King Street , and another at Charing Cross . The remainder of the Council in Town had been sent for , and as soon as they arrived , about one o'clock a.m. , the King sat at their head in his bedchamber , and Fawkes was brought in and placed before them . Nothing quelled the spirit of Guy Fawkes . The councillors were eager , impatient , vehement : he was calm as a summer eve , cool as the midnight snow . To their hurried queries he returned straightforward , unabashed , imperturbable answers , still keeping up his character of an ignorant rustic .