Great Britain -- History -- House of York, 1461-1485 -- Fiction
Frederick dropped to his knee and touched her fingers gently with his
lips.
"But come, we must make haste!" said her Majesty, "and have my little
son away from here before Gloucester doth send hither for him. Do thou
go, my son," said she, speaking to the Marquis, "and assemble as many
of thy followers as thou canst, whilst I prepare young Richard for the
flight."
"Again, madam, may I crave permission to offer a suggestion?"
interrupted Harleston.
"Indeed I long to hear what thou hast to say," replied the Queen. "And
if thine advice shall be as good this time as it was last much
unquietness of spirit shall it save me."
"Then, madam," said my friend, "I would advise that thou shouldst send
no other than my Lord of Dorset, to escort the little Prince. Were he
to be surrounded by a body of armed men he needs must attract
attention, and therefore could easily be followed. But, madam, if he
goeth unattended, except for one gentleman, no curiosity will be
aroused, and then he will leave no trail behind, that may guide his
pursuers, in case the Duke of Gloucester has him searched for, which
'tis like he will."
"Again art thou right," replied the Queen. "And yet," she said, as a
troubled expression came into her face, "it likes me not to send my
little son so far, without a stronger guard."
"Still, mother, Sir Frederick's plan is safer than if we took a
regiment," put in Dorset. "Besides," he continued, "I promise thee
that no harm shall come unto my little brother so long as I can wield a
sword. And be assured, good mother, that every drop of my heart's
blood shall be spilled ere Gloucester shall wrench him from me."
"Cold comfort for a mother," said the Queen, with a sad smile. "Then,
if I lose one son, I must needs lose another. But come," she said
suddenly, "whilst we talk here precious moments, which might be used in
flight, are passing by. Go, my son, and make thee ready with all speed
for thy journey, whilst I go to prepare thy little brother."
She followed Dorset from the room, and we were left with the girls,
alone.
Then it was that Hazel told me of the happenings at court whilst I was
absent therefrom.
The Queen was not long gone. When she returned she was accompanied by
her little son, the Duke of York. He was fully dressed for the road.
"Mother, I do not like to leave thee," said he, as they entered.
"Nay, my darling, no more do I desire thee to go," returned his mother,
tenderly. "But, Richard, my pet," she continued, "thou goest with thy
brother, so thou needst not to be lonely. Besides, thou shalt not be
for long separated from us--I hope," she added.
"But wilt thou follow me shortly, mother dear?"
"I hope to soon be with thee, Richard," replied his mother. Then, as
the boy began to cry, she said:--"come, my little man, thou must show
thyself to be the true son of a King. Be brave, and do as thy mother
doth direct thee; then I shall be proud of my little son."
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