Great Britain -- History -- House of York, 1461-1485 -- Fiction
"It will be a passing grateful sight to many another also, I warrant."
Then with one of those quick shifts of thought characteristic of his
active mind: "Did you find naught of the Countess of Clare in all these
weeks?"
"I came upon a clue last night," De Lacy answered.
"And let it slip to hasten hither?"
"Not exactly; the clue will follow me here."
"Follow you? Explain."
"I found Flat-Nose in Sheffield."
"And caught him?"
"Alas! no; he escaped in the darkness, but we captured his companion.
He is the clue that follows."
"Was there anything about him to show what lord he serves?"
"He serves Your Majesty."
"What, sir!--Serves me?"
Aymer bowed. "It is Lord Darby."
The King raised his eyebrows and fell to stroking his chin again; then
arose and began to pace the room.
"Pardieu, man! but you have brought a budget of surprises," he said.
"Are you sure it was Flat-Nose? You have never seen him."
"He fit Sir John de Bury's words as the glove the hand--my squire was
as convinced as myself."
"Give me the full details."
The King listened with a frown, but at the end he made no comment.
"Let Lord Darby be brought before me as soon as he arrives," he said
simply. "Meanwhile you are excused from attendance till the morrow.
Good night. . . By St. Paul! this Darby business is untimely," he
soliloquized. "He has some strength in Yorkshire, and it will be
unwise to estrange it at this crisis. Yet appearances are dark against
him, and if he have no adequate explanation he dies. . . But if he
have a good defence, why not accept it for the nonce? And then, after
Buckingham has shot his foolish bolt, look deeper into the matter. . .
Now as to this rebellion," resuming his walk back and forth, "it will
require six days for the seal to come from London. Therefore to-morrow
shall the Commissioners go North and East with an order under my own
seal, and the formal authority can follow after them--they can levy in
the interval and muster later." Pausing at the window he swung back
the casement. "Parbleu! how it rains . . . it will flood every river
in England . . . and it will fight for us. I will destroy the bridges
of the Severn; Buckingham will be unable to pass; his juncture with
Richmond and the Southern rebels will be prevented--and I can mass my
strength and cut them up in detail."
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