Great Britain -- History -- House of York, 1461-1485 -- Fiction
So he kept on, until he had quieted the child, which sat himself down
and, resting his chin upon his hand, gazed thoughtfully out of the
window. I could read the boy's thought. He was looking far away to
Windsor, and the Palace there. He saw his mother and his dear father
as he had last seen them. His sire took him in his arms and kissed
him, ere he mounted his little palfrey to ride to Ludlow with his
uncle. And now all should be changed. When he should arrive at the
Palace his mother alone would meet him, and there would be tears in her
eyes. I knew his mind was drawing the sad picture: and yet, had he but
known what the reality was to be, he had rather stayed where he was,
safe with his uncle, on the borders of Wales--of which he had
heretofore been the Prince, but was now its King--than to have returned
unto his mother. Then his Majesty moved, and this did break my
reverie. I remembered my mission; so I walked across the room to
Rivers, and handed him the Queen's letter, with an expression of regret
for my forgetfulness. He waved mine apologies aside, with the best
show of grace, thus showing his smooth and gentle nature. Indeed,
during all the too short time I had the pleasure in being in this man's
company I never saw him lose temper: and yet, remember, he was one of
England's ablest warriors.
"What meaneth this?" he broke out suddenly. "'Levy an army, and march
to London with the King, my son,'" he read aloud. "Why, Sir Walter,
are things not well at Windsor?"
"As well as may be, under the circumstances," I replied. "His Royal
Highness, the Duke of Gloucester, was appointed Protector by the late
King, shortly before the noble Edward's death."
"So her Majesty informs me," he interrupted. "How acts Lord Hastings?"
"He seems to be uncommon friendly with the Prince, my lord."
"So I thought, so I thought," said he, speaking more unto himself than
me.
"And what about Buckingham?" he asked, as he stopped suddenly in his
walking back and forth across the room, with his head bent upon his
chest, and his hands clasped behind him.
"He seems most friendly with the Duke of Gloucester; in fact they are
inseparable." Then did I think it wise to tell him of the conversation
that I had overheard. So I beckoned him to come unto the far end of
the room, that the young King might not be alarmed by what I had to
tell. I repeated it word for word as I had heard it; for it was so
graven upon my memory that it can never be erased.
He listened attentively until I had finished, and then said in that
quiet manner which so well became him:--"Bradley, there may be trouble
afoot; however, we cannot be too cautious. I need not warn thee to
keep thine own counsel. This is a dangerous time for England; one
false step might cause irreparable damage." And then he asked me every
question he could think of; and had ye but known him you might have had
some idea of that number, which was indeed great.
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