about nine at night
She was locked up for many hours in an inner chamber , the windows being closed , and a lamp set on the table . They bound her , but , mindful of her sex and youth , not in fetters , or even with ropes , contenting themselves with fastening her arms tightly behind her with the Sergeant 's silken sash . For the Sergeant was of Cromwell 's own guard , and was of great authority . At about nine at night the Sergeant and two soldiers came for her , and so brought her , through many lobbies , to Cromwell 's own closet , where she found him still with his hat and baldric on , sitting at a table covered with green velvet . `` What prompted thee to seek my Life ? '' he asked , without anger , but in a slow , cold , searching voice . `` Blood for Blood ! ''