She walked quietly with apparent composure and lowered head but her pallor betrayed her mortal fear – her skin glowed almost nacrous in the warm rose of the flambeaux.

That I require a cleareneſſe; and with him; / To leaue no Rubs nor Botches in the Worke:

[I]n her boſome Ile vnclaſpe my heart, / And take her hearing priſoner with the force / And ſtrong incounter of my amorous tale: / Then after to her father will I breake, / And the concluſion is, ſhe ſhal be thine, …

Preceded by the richly caparisoned guards, care had been taken to give them the appearance of an escort necessary to dignity—but not to security.