But the morrow brought no maid, nor a fortnight of morrows--she had
vanished; and seek as he might at Windsor or through the Tower he could
not find her. Had he been privileged to inquire the quest would have
been ended by a word--but she herself had closed his lips to questions.
Then the mighty Edward died, and all was confusion in the Court; and
what with the funeral, the goings and the comings, the plottings and
the intrigues, De Lacy was in a maze. The boy King was at Ludlow with
Rivers, and it was Nobility against Queen and Woodville until he came
for his crowning. And in the turmoil De Lacy was forced to cease, for
the nonce, the pursuit of ruddy tresses and grey eyes, and choose where
he would stand. And presently that choice sent him riding into the
North--bearing a message to the man in distant Pontefract, upon whom,
at that moment, all England was waiting and who, as yet, had made no
move, Richard of Gloucester.
The day was far spent, and before a fireplace in his private apartments
Richard sat alone, in heavy meditation. The pale, clean-shaven,
youthful face, with its beautiful mouth and straight Norman nose, and
the short, slender figure in its mantle and doublet of black velvet
furred with ermine, rich under tunic of white satin, tight-fitting hose
of silk, and dark brown hair hanging bushy to the shoulders, would have
been almost effeminate but for the massively majestic forehead and the
fierce black eyes--brilliant, compelling, stern, proud--that flashed
forth the mighty soul within.
Although he had just passed his thirtieth year, yet his fame was as
wide as the domain of chivalry, and his name a thing to conjure with in
England. Born in an age when almost as children men of rank and
station were called upon to take their sires' place, Richard had been
famed for his wisdom and statecraft before the years when the period of
youth is now presumed to begin. At the age of eighteen he had led the
flower of the Yorkist army at the great battles of Barnet and
Tewkesbury, and not the dauntless Edward himself, then in the heyday of
his prowess, was more to be feared than the slight boy who swept with
inconceivable fury through the Lancastrian line, carrying death on his
lance-point and making the Boar of Gloucester forever famous in English
heraldry. And since then his hauberk had scarce been off his back, and
while his royal brother was dallying in a life of indulgence amid the
dissipations of his Court, the brave and resolute Richard was leading
his armies, administering his governments, and preserving order on the
Marches of the Border.
Presently there was a sharp knock on the door and a page entered.
"Well?" demanded the Duke abruptly.
"May it please you, my lord," said the boy; "a messenger of importance
who desires immediate audience."
Richard frowned slightly.
"Whose badge does he wear?" he asked.
"No one's, my lord, but the fashion of his armor savors of the Court.
He bade me announce him as Sir Aymer de Lacy."
"The name, boy, is better recommendation than any fashion. Admit him."
De Lacy crossed to the center of the apartment with easy grace, and
after a deep obeisance stood erect and silent facing the Duke, who eyed
him critically. A trifle over the average height and rather slender,
and clad in complete mail except for the bascinet which he carried in
his hand, there was something in his appearance and bearing that
impressed even the warlike Richard. His dark hair hung in curls to his
gorget. His hauberk of polished steel was but partially concealed by
the jupon of azure silk emblazoned with a silver stag trippant; his
cuissarts and greaves glistened in the firelight, and his long
sollerets bore on their heels the golden spurs of his rank. Around his
waist was a broad belt wrought in gold, and from it, almost in front,
hung a great two-handed sword whose point reached to within a few
inches of the floor.
"You are welcome," said Gloucester. "A De Lacy should ever find a
ready greeting at Pontefract. Of what branch of the family are you?"
"One far removed from that which built this fortress, most noble Duke,"
returned the Knight, with a peculiarly soft accent. "My own ancestor
was but distantly connected with the last great Earl of Lincoln whom
the First Edward loved so well."
"I do not recall your name among those who fought for either York or
Lancaster. Did your family wear the White Rose or the Red?"
"Neither," said De Lacy. "Providence removed my sire ere the fray
began aright and when I was but a child in arms. When Your Grace won
fame at Tewkesbury I had but turned my thirteenth year."
"Where is your family seat?"
"At Gaillard Castle in the shire of Leicester, close by the River
Weak--or at least it stood there when last I saw it. It is ten long
years since I crossed its drawbridge and not twelve months of my life
have been spent within its walls."
"Your accent smacks of a Southern sun," said the Duke.
"My mother was of a French house, and to her own land she took me when
my father died;" and, observing the Duke glance at his spurs, he added:
"It was from France's Constable that I received the accolade."
"Then right well did you deserve it; St. Pol gave no unearned honors."
"I was favored much beyond my deserts," De Lacy replied, although his
face flushed at a compliment from the renowned Gloucester.
"Your modesty but proves your merit," returned the Duke. . . "And now
your message. From whom come you?"
"From the Duke of Buckingham, my lord," said De Lacy; and the keen look
that accompanied the words did not escape the Prince. But De Lacy did
not know the man before whom he stood, else would he have wasted no
energy in any such attempt. As well try to read the visage of a
granite cliff as to discover the thoughts of Richard Plantagenet from
the expression of his face. And if the royal Duke were in aught
concerned as to the communication of the powerful Buckingham, there was
no evidence of it in his voice or in the eminently courteous and
appropriate question as he instantly responded:
"How did you leave His Grace and where?"
"He was most hearty when we parted at Gloucester; he for his castle of
Brecknock and I for Pontefract."
"He had been in London?"
"Yes, my lord, since before King Edward's demise."
"Then are his letters very welcome."
"Your pardon, sir," said De Lacy, "but I bear no letters;" and as
Richard regarded him in sharp interrogation he added: "My message is by
word of mouth."
"And why," said the Duke in the same calm tone he had employed
throughout the conversation, "should I credit your story, seeing that I
neither know you nor recall your silver trippant stag among the present
devices of our land."
"My bearing," returned De Lacy tranquilly, "comes to me from my
mother's family, of which she was the heiress, and on English
battlefield it has never shone. And unless this ring attest the
authority of my message it must be unsaid," and drawing from his finger
a broad gold band, in which was set a great flat emerald with a swan
exquisitely cut on its face, he handed it to the Duke.
Richard examined it for a moment, then returned it with a smile.
"You are sufficiently accredited," he said. "I will hear your message.
What said Stafford?"
"The Duke of Buckingham," replied Aymer, "sends to the Duke of
Gloucester his most humble greeting and his very sincere condolence
upon the death of Your Grace's great brother and sire."
"Pass over the formalities, Sir Aymer," interrupted the Duke curtly.
"It was scarce for them you rode from London to Pontefract."
Aymer bowed. "Buckingham's message was in these words: 'Tell the Duke
of Gloucester to hasten to London without delay. I have conferred with
the Lords Howard, Hastings, and Stanley, and we are of the one mind
that he must be Lord Protector. Tell him we pledge to him our whole
support if he will give us his countenance in this crucial struggle
against the Woodvilles.'"
"Did he say nothing as to the present status of the situation?"
inquired Gloucester quietly. "I am far from Court and know little of
its happenings."
"With them, my lord, I am fully acquainted," said De Lacy, "both from
my own observation and by the Duke himself."
"How stands the matter, then?"
"Rather favorable to the Queen's faction than otherwise. The King's
coronation has been fixed for the first Lord's Day of the coming month
and His Majesty is to be escorted from Ludlow by two thousand men. The
Marquis of Dorset has seized the treasure in the Tower and Sir Edward
Woodville has been tampering with the navy, and methinks not without
result. The Queen and the whole family are catering to the populace
and spare no effort to win their favor. Only action sharp and sudden
will enable the Barons to prevail."
For a moment Gloucester made no response, but sat with his head bent
upon his bosom, as was his habit when in thought. Presently he said:
"How do you know that the King's escort will number two thousand?"
"The Council so fixed it, and very much against the wishes of the
Queen."
"She wanted more, I doubt not," said the Duke meditatively.
"She long held that less than five thousand would not be fitting the
dignity of a King."
Gloucester looked up with a trace of a smile around his eyes.
"Will the Earl of Rivers accompany his nephew?" he asked.
"It was so reported to His Grace of Buckingham; and further, also, that
they would not start from Ludlow until the feast of St. George had
passed."
"Did Stafford advise no plan in case I fell in with his desires?"
"None. The lords will follow whatever course you fix. All that they
urge is haste."
"How long does Buckingham remain at Brecknock?"
"Until he receive word from you--or failing in that, until there be but
time sufficient to reach London for the coronation."
"Was it his purpose that you should carry my answer?"
"Nay, my lord Duke," said De Lacy. "Here ends my mission for
Buckingham. It was but as friend for friend that I bore this message.
I am not of his household nor was it his business that brought me here."
"What brought you to Pontefract then, Sir Knight?" said Richard
sternly. "As Buckingham's messenger you have received due honor; that
aside, your name alone commends you."
"I sought Pontefract," De Lacy replied, "for the single purpose of
tendering my sword to the Duke of Gloucester, hoping in his service to
brighten the dimmed lustre of my House."
Not for an instant did the searching eyes of Richard leave the young
Knight's face.
"Why do you prefer the Boar of Gloucester to the Stafford Knot?
Buckingham is most puissant."
"A De Lacy, my lord," answered Aymer proudly, "follows none but
Plantagenet."
"Bravely spoken," said Gloucester, suddenly dropping his stern air,
"and worthy of the great name you bear. I accept your sword. Nay,
kneel not, sir; Richard Plantagenet deems himself most fortunate to
have you at his side."
At that moment the arras was drawn aside and a young and slender woman
entered. Her gown was black, unrelieved by any color, save the girdle
of gold; her face was almost flawless in its symmetry; her complexion
was of a wondrous whiteness; and her eyes, of the deepest blue, soft
and melting, and shaded by lashes long and heavy, were of the sort that
bespeak the utmost confidence and know no guile. She hesitated as she
saw De Lacy and was about to withdraw when the Duke glanced around.
"Nay, sweetheart," said he, rising and going toward her; "do not
retire. . . . Sir Aymer de Lacy, I present you to the Duchess of
Gloucester."
De Lacy advanced and sinking upon one knee touched his lips to the hand
she extended to him.
"Surely, Sir Knight," she said, in a voice whose sweetness struck even
his Southern-bred ear, "a De Lacy should ever be welcome in the halls
of Pontefract."
"Your words, most gracious lady," answered Aymer, "are almost those
used by my lord, the Duke, and to a wanderer's heart they are very
grateful."
"You are an errant, then; a Sir Guy or Sir Lancelot," said the Duchess.
"Nay. Only a poor and simple Knight whose highest honor is that he may
henceforth follow the banner of your great husband."
"Then must hauberk sit easy as velvet doublet or I know not my lord,"
and she smiled at Richard.
"Do not," said he, "give to Sir Aymer the notion that he has nothing
but hard blows before him--although, indeed, he rode hither on scarce a
peaceful mission, since he bears from Stafford and the Nobility the
tender of the Protectorship and the insistence that I proceed to London
without delay."
As he spoke the face of the Duchess suddenly became grave, and stepping
swiftly to his side she put her hand upon his arm.
"You will not go, Richard?" she begged.
"Why, sweetheart, what ails you? Why should a journey to London and a
possible exchange of blows alarm you?"
"It is not the journey, dear," she answered. "Many a time have you
taken it; and, for the blows, did I not speed you to the Scottish war?
Yet I have a foreboding--nay, smile not, my lord!--that upon your
course in this matter hangs not only your own fate, but the fate of
Plantagenet as well. Accept it not," taking his hand and speaking with
deep entreaty; "the Protectorship can add nothing to Richard of
Gloucester, and it may work not only your doom but that of the great
House of Anjou."
"Nay, Anne, you are ill, surely," said Richard, putting his arm around
her. "What has put such uncanny notions into your mind?"
"I do not know; yet I implore you to humor me in this. . . . You have
not already despatched an answer to Buckingham?" she suddenly demanded.
"No--not yet," then turned sharply to De Lacy. "It seems, Sir Aymer,
that you are to be admitted to my confidence as well as to Stafford's.
So be it, for I trust you. Yet, believe me, it is well sometimes to
forget."