She could not stand by the time they burned her, so they carried her to Smithfield in a chair and tied her upright with a chain, because her own legs would not hold her anymore.
She walked out of her marriage in 1545 and went to London to preach on street corners. Women were not permitted to speak in church. She did not find this a compelling reason to stay quiet.
Thomas More had a strategy. It was legally perfect. He would say nothing. He would attend nothing. He would sign nothing. A man who says nothing cannot be convicted of saying the wrong thing. He was right about the law and wrong about Richard Rich, and the distance between those two facts is a scaffold on Tower Hill on the sixth of July 1535.
John Fisher looked at the demand then looked at it again. He put his pen down. He was the only one. Every bishop in England signed. Every single one. The most powerful churchmen in the country, men whose entire lives had been devoted to the authority of the Church, looked at what Henry was demanding and picked up their pens.
She was eight years old when they sent her across the Channel with no dowry. For the next twenty six years she would have no husband and no freedom either.