would never reach that city. The Cardinal sent three lords of his retinue in disguise, to inquire whether she had made such a prediction, and to threaten her if she persisted in it. She was then living in a village called Dring Houses, a mile to the west of the city. The retainers, led by a guide named Beasly, knocked at the door.
"Come in, Mr. Beasly, and three noble lords with you," said Mother Shipton.
She then treated them civilly, by setting out cakes and ale before them.
"You gave out," said they, "the Cardinal should never see York."
"No," she replied, "I said he might see it, but never come to it."
They responded, "When he does come, he'll surely burn thee."
"If this burn," said the Reverend Mother, "so shall I."
She then cast her linen handkerchief into the fire, allowed it to remain in the flames a quarter of an hour, and took it out unsinged.
One of her awe-stricken visitors then asked what she thought of him.
