Great Britain -- History -- House of York, 1461-1485 -- Fiction
"Remember, Bradley," my friend replied, "he may have an object in
acting as he hath done."
"What object could he have in thus making us his equals?" I asked.
"So far I cannot tell," replied my friend, solemnly; "yet when a man of
Gloucester's stamp appears most pleasant he is most dangerous. I may
be doing him a wrong, but I cannot help but fear that there is some
great game about to be played, and Gloucester will play in it a leading
part. I forget not what thou didst overhear the night of the ball.
Remember," he added, "it is not for ourselves I fear; it is for those
far above us."
"Thou mayst be right," said I, "but, for myself, I must confess I do
begin to not so much dislike the man."
"Place not great trust in a Prince's smile," returned Harleston.
By this time the gentlemen in attendance on the Prince and Buckingham
commenced to arrive from their different quarters; so we were compelled
to stop this conversation. We reëntered the house and joined the
others at table.
Gloucester still continued his friendly manner and all through
breakfast kept up a string of pleasant speeches.
Buckingham spoke but seldom, but when he did it was ever in the same
strain as the Prince.
At length Gloucester asked in a careless manner:--"Is the King attended
by a sufficient retinue to sustain the dignity of one in such an
exalted position? Had it not been for the strong opposition of that
most turbulent noble--Lord Hastings--his Majesty should have come with
an army, as the Queen, cousin of Buckingham and I wished," he added,
before Rivers had time for making reply.
"As for his Majesty's train," replied the Earl, "it is not great in
numbers; but is composed, almost entirely, of gentlemen of no mean
blood. We had an army almost complete when the news came that there
was strong opposition to this plan."
Methought I noticed a trace of suspicion in Rivers' face as he made
this reply; but if it had been there at all it left as quickly as it
came.
Harleston, however, gave one quick glance, and mine old opinion of our
host returned with a redoubled force.
"Well," said Richard, "cousin Buckingham and I have no mean following,
and when it is added to that which already attends his Majesty methinks
that Lord Hastings had best keep his tongue betwixt his teeth, and his
sword in his scabbard, when we enter London.
"But now 'tis time that we set out for Stony Stratford. No doubt his
Majesty will be impatient to be off to London, and to see his mother."
We then started forth upon our way; Richard and Rivers riding side by
side, whilst Buckingham rode betwixt Harleston and me.
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