This eBook was produced by Tapio Riikonen and David Widger BOOK IX. THE WANDERERS AND THE EXILES. CHAPTER I. HOW THE GREAT BARON BECOMES AS GREAT A REBEL. Hilyard was yet asleep in the chamber assigned to him as his prison, when a rough grasp shook off his slumbers, and he saw the earl before him, with a countenance so changed from its usual open majesty, so dark and sombre, that he said involuntarily, "You send me to the doomsman,--I am ready!" "Hist, man! Thou hatest Edward of York?" "An it were my last word, yes!" "Give me thy hand--we are friends! Stare not at me with those eyes of wonder, ask not the why nor wherefore! This last night gave Edward a rebel more in Richard Nevile! A steed waits thee at my gates; ride fast to young Sir Robert Welles with this letter. Bid him not be dismayed; bid him hold out, for ere many days are past, Lord Warwick, and it may be also the Duke of Clarence, will join their force with his. Mark, I say not that I am for Henry of Lancaster,--I say only that I am against Edward of York. Farewell, and when we meet again, blessed be the arm that first cuts its way to a tyrant's heart!" Without another word, Warwick left the chamber. Hilyard at first could not believe his senses; but as he dressed himself in haste, he pondered over all those causes of dissension which had long notoriously subsisted between Edward and the earl, and rejoiced that the prophecy that he had long so shrewdly hazarded was at last fulfilled. Descending the stairs he gained the gate, where Marmaduke awaited him, while a groom held a stout haquenee (as the common riding-horse was then called), whose points and breeding promised speed and endurance. "Mount, Master Robin," said Marmaduke; "I little thought we should ever ride as friends together! Mount!--our way for some miles out of London is the same. You go into Lincolnshire, I into the shire of Hertford." "And for the same purpose?" asked Hilyard, as he sprang upon his horse, and the two men rode briskly on. "Yes!" "Lord Warwick is changed at last?" "At last!" "For long?" "Till death!" "Good, I ask no more!" A sound of hoofs behind made the franklin turn his head, and he saw a goodly troop, armed to the teeth, emerge from the earl's house and follow the lead of Marmaduke. Meanwhile Warwick was closeted with Montagu. Worldly as the latter was, and personally attached to Edward, he was still keenly alive to all that touched the honour of his House; and his indignation at the deadly insult offered to his niece was even more loudly expressed than that of the fiery earl. "To deem," he exclaimed, "to deem Elizabeth Woodville worthy of his throne, and to see in Anne Nevile the only worthy to be his leman!"