axe, to lop off the topmost bough of Plantagenet. The price I ask, is the despised lives of men, who, but that they loved me, were incapable of merit or of crime in his eyes. For their humble sakes, like my grandfather York, I am prepared to die. If pledge of this be denied me, I still am free. I wear a sword and will sell my life dearly, though alone."
Sir Hugh Luttrel was perplexed. He knew the stern nature of his royal master, and how heavily he would visit on him any disappointment in his dearest wish of obtaining possession of his rival's person. The prince had, during their three days' companionship, gained great power over him: he felt that he was in truth the son of Edward the Fourth, a man he had never loved (for Sir Hugh was a Lancastrian), but one whom he had feared and obeyed as his sovereign. How could he put slavish force upon his gallant offspring? He hesitated, till the prince demanded—"Wherefore delay—is there aught else that you desire?"
"You pledge your knightly word," said Sir Hugh, "not to desert this spot?"
"Else wherefore am I here?—this is idle. Yet, so to content you, I swear by my vow made under the walls of Granada, by our Lady, and by the blessed saints, I will abide here.
The knight rode into the town with his followers, leaving young Richard impatient for the hour that was to deliver him to servitude.
Sir Hugh first sought Lord Dawbeny, requesting him to obtain for him instant audience of the king. "His grace," said the noble, "is at vespers, or about to attend them."
"I dare not wait till they are said," replied Luttrel, who every minute felt the burthen of responsibility weighing heavier on him.
"Nor I interrupt his majesty—even now he enters the church."
In haste Sir Hugh crossed the street; and, as the king took the holy water from the chalice, he knelt before him. The few words he spoke painted Henry's face with exulting gladness. "We thank thee, good Sir Hugh," he said, "and will make our thanks apparent. By the mass, thou hast deserved well of us this day! Where hast thou bestowed our counterfeit?"
"Please your majesty, he awaits your highness's acceptance of his conditions without the eastern gate."
"You have placed strong guard over him?"
"He pledged his oath to await my return. He is alone."
A dark, angry frown chased all glee from Tudor's brow; bending a stern glance on his erewhile welcome messenger, he
