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In addition to the Yeoman Warders there were uniformed guards like those Ryan had encountered on The Mall； wearing the same red tunics and bearskin hats； and carrying the same kind of modern rifle。 It was rather an odd contrast to Evans' period uniform； but no one seemed to notice。
〃You know； of course； that this facility served many purposes over the years。 It was the royal prison； and as late as World War Two； Rudolf Hess was kept here。 Now； do you know who was the first Queen of England to be executed here？〃
〃Anne Boleyn；〃 Cathy answered。
〃Very good。 They teach our history in America？〃 Evans asked。
〃Masterpiece Theater；〃 Cathy explained。 〃I saw the TV show。〃
〃Well； then you know that all the private executions were carried out with an ax except hers。 King Henry had a special executioner imported from France； he used a sword instead of an ax。〃
〃He didn't want it to hurt？〃 Cathy asked with a twisted smile。 〃Nice of him。〃
〃Yes； he was a considerate chap； wasn't he？ And this is Traitor's Gate。 You might be interested to know that it was originally called the Water Gate。〃
Ryan laughed。 〃Lucky for you guys too； eh？〃
〃Indeed。 Prisoners were taken through this gate by boat to Westminster for trial。〃
〃Then back here for their haircuts？〃
〃Only the really important ones。 Those executions they were private instead of public were done on the Tower Green。 The public executions were carried out elsewhere。〃 Evans led them through the gate in the Bloody Tower； after explaining its history。 Ryan wondered if anyone had ever put all this place's history into one book； and if so； how many volumes it required。
The Tower Green was far too pleasant to be the site of executions。 Even the signs to keep people off the grass said Please。 Two sides were lined with Tudor…style （of course） houses； but the northern edge was the site where the scaffolding was erected for the high…society executions。 Evans went through the procedure； which included having the executionee pay the headsman in advance in the hope that he'd do a proper job。
〃The last woman to be executed here；〃 Evans went on； 〃was Jane； Viscountess Rochford； 13 February； 1542。〃
〃What did she do？〃 Cathy asked。
〃What she didn't do； actually。 She neglected to tell King Henry the Eighth that his fifth wife； Catherine Howard； was； uh； amorously engaged with someone other than her husband；〃 Evans said delicately。
〃That was a real historic moment；〃 Jack chuckled。 〃That's the last time a woman was ever executed for keeping her mouth shut。〃
Cathy smiled at her husband。 〃Jack； how about I break your other arm？〃
〃And what would Sally say？〃
〃She'd understand；〃 his wife assured him。
〃Sergeant major； isn't it amazing how women stick together？〃
〃I did not survive thirty…one years as a professional soldier by being so foolish as to get involved in domestic disputes；〃 Evans said sensibly。
I lose； Ryan told himself。 The remainder of the tour lasted about twenty minutes。 The Yeoman led them downhill past the White Tower； then left toward an area roped off from the public。 A moment later Ryan and his wife found themselves in another of the reasons that men applied for the job。
The Yeoman Warders had their own little pub hidden away in the 14th…century stonework。 Plaques from every regiment in the British Army and probably gifts from many others lined the walls。 Evans handed them off to yet another man。 Dan Murray reappeared； a glass in his hand。
〃Jack； Cathy； this is Bob Hallston。〃
〃You must be thirsty；〃 the man said。
〃You could talk me into a beer；〃 Jack admitted。
〃Cathy？〃
〃Something soft。〃
〃You're sure？〃 Hallston asked。
〃I'm not a temperance worker； I just don't drink when I'm pregnant；〃 Cathy explained。
〃Congratulations！〃 Hallston took two steps to the bar and returned with a glass of lager for Jack； and what looked like ginger ale for his wife。 〃To your health； and your baby's。〃
Cathy beamed。 There was something about pregnant women； Jack thought。 His wife wasn't just pretty anymore。 She glowed。 He wondered if it was only for him。
〃I understand you're a doctor？〃
〃I'm an ophthalmic surgeon。〃
〃And you teach history； sir？〃
〃That's right。 I take it you work here； too。〃
〃Correct。 There are thirty…nine of us。 We are the ceremonial guardians of the Sovereign。 We have invited you here to thank you for doing our job； and to join us in a small ceremony that we do every night。〃
〃Since 1240；〃 Murray said。
〃The year 1240？〃 Cathy asked。
〃Yeah； it's not something they cooked up for the tourists。 This is the real thing；〃 Murray said。 〃Right； Bob？〃
〃Quite real。 When we lock up for the night； this museum collection bees the safest place in England。〃
〃I'll buy that；〃 Jack tossed off half his beer。 〃And if they get past those kids out there； the bad guys have you fellows to worry about。〃
〃Yes。〃 Hallston smiled。 〃One or two of us might remember our basic skills。 I was in the original SAS； playing hare and hounds with Rommel in the Western Desert。 Dreadful place； the desert。 Left me with a permanent thirst。〃
They never lose it； Ryan thought。 They never lose the look； not the real professionals。 They get older； add a few pounds； mellow out a little； but beneath all that you can still see the discipline and the essential toughness that makes them different。 And the pride； the understated confidence that es from having done it all； and not having to talk about it very much； except among themselves。 It never goes away。
〃Do you have any Marines in here？〃
〃Two；〃 Hallston said。 〃We try to keep them from holding hands。〃
〃Right！ Be nice； I used to be a Marine。〃
〃No one's perfect；〃 Hallston sympathized。
〃So； what's this Key Ceremony？〃
〃Well； back in the year 1240； the chap whose job it was to lock up for the night was set upon by some ruffians。 Thereafter； he refused to do his duty without a military escort。 Every night since； without interruption； the Chief Warder locks the three principal gates； then places the keys in the Queen's House on the Tower Green。 There's a small ceremony that goes along with this。 We thought that you and your wife might like to see it。〃 Hallston sipped his beer。 〃You were in court today； I understand。 How did it go？〃
〃I'm glad it's behind me。 Dan says I did all right。〃 Ryan shrugged。 〃When Mr。 Evans showed us the block topside I wonder if it still works；〃 Ryan said thoughtfully； remembering the look on that young face。 Is Miller sitting in his cell right now； thinking about me？ Ryan drank the last of his beer。 I'll bet he is。
〃Excuse me？〃
〃That Miller kid。 It's a shame you can't take him up there for a short haircut。〃
Hallston smiled coldly。 〃I doubt anyone here would disagree with you。 We might even find a volunteer to swing the ax。〃
〃You'd have to hold a lottery； Bob。〃 Murray handed Ryan another glass。 〃You still worrying about him。 Jack？〃
〃I've never seen anybody like that before。〃
〃He's in jail。 Jack；〃 Cathy pointed out。
〃Yeah； I know。〃 So why are you still thinking about him？ Jack asked himself。 The hell with it。 The hell with him。 〃This is great beer； Sar…major。〃
〃That's the real reason they apply for the job；〃 Murray chuckled。
〃One of the reasons。〃 Hallston finished his glass。 〃Almost time。〃
Jack finished off his second glass with a gulp。 Evans reappeared； now wearing street clothes； and led them back out to the chilled night air。 It was a clear night； with a three…quarters moon casting muted shadows on the stone battlements。 A handful of electric lights added a few isolated splashes of light。 Jack was surprised how peaceful it was for being in the center of a city； like his own home over the Chesapeake。 Without thinking； he took his wife's hand as Evans led them west toward the Bloody Tower。 A small crowd was already there； standing by Traitor's Gate； and a Warder was giving them instructions to be as quiet as possible； and not； of course； to take any photographs。 A sentry was posted there； plus four other men under arms； their breath illuminated by the blue…white floodlights。 It was the only sign of life。 Otherwise they might have been made of stone。
〃Right about now；〃 Murray whispered。
Jack heard a door close somewhere ahead。 It was too dark to see very much； and the few lights that were turned on only served to impair his night vision。 He heard the sound of jingling keys first of all； like small bells rattling to the measured tread of a walking man。 Next he saw a point of light。 It grew into a square lantern with a candle inside； carried by Tom Hughes； the Chief Warder。 The sound of his footsteps was as regular as a metronome as he approached； his back ramrod…straight from a lifetime of practice。 A moment later the four soldiers formed up on him； the warder between them； and they marched off； back into the tunnel…like darkness to the fading music of the rattling keys and cleated shoes clicking on the pavement； leaving the sentry at the Bloody Tower。
Jack didn't hear the gates close； but a few minutes later the sound of the keys returned； and he glimpsed the ret