carry except one whom you can trust like your very self, and who can hold his tongue on his errand.
Item, tell Doctor Jesenicz and Master Jerome, and indeed all our friends, that they must not come here on any account.[1]
I am surprised that my lord the King hath forgotten me, and that he never sends a word to me. Perhaps I shall be sentenced before I have speech with him. If this is his honour, it is his own look-out.
Noble and gracious Lord John, my kind benefactor and brave defender, don’t trouble yourself on my account and about the losses you sustain. God Almighty will give the more hereafter. Please give my greetings to the Bohemian lords. I have no news about any of them, except that I fancy Lord Wenzel de Duba is here and Lord Henry Lacembok, who remarked: “My dear fellow, don’t pry into details!”[2]
Let me know if you have any one you are willing to depend on. John Barbatus,[3] pray for me, dear friend, and let the others pray as well. Try to get the King to ask for my replies, which are signed with my own hand, both as regards the [forty-five] articles against Wyclif and the [forty-two] against myself.[4] These replies may be copied out, but are not to be shown to any outsider; and let the copy be written in such a way as to distinguish the several charges easily. I do not know whether my petition will be considered, which I gave to the Patriarch[5] to present to the Council. I fancy he will not present it. Please God, the King will quash the indictment of the Prague
