the spire of Olney, he slackened his s

of contest must be in the northern counties. Wilt thou, for love of me, ride night and day, thorough brake, thorough briar, to Gloucester on the Borders? Bid him march, if the Scot will let him, back to York; and if he cannot himself quit the Borders, let him send what men can be spared under thy banner. Failing this, raise through Yorkshire all the men-at-arms thou canst col

r royal motto,- 'Modus et ordo.' If I can but promise that your Highness has for a while dismissed the Woodville lords,

ded hand, closed his visor, and, motioning to his body-squire to follow him, disappeared down a green

ey who arrive at fortunes above their birth mostly are; but their vassals were little to be trusted. For in that day clanship was still strong, and these followers had been bred in allegiance to Lancastrian lords, whose confiscated estates were granted to the Yor

saddened by the barbarous execution of his fath

ely Edward clung to them. By suiting his humour, by winking at his gallantries, by a submissive sweetness of temper, which soothed his own hasty moods, and contrasted with the rough pride of Warwick and the peevish fickleness of Clarence, Elizabeth had completely wound herself into the king's heart. And the charming graces, the elegant accomplishments, of Anthony Woodville were too harmonious with the character o

, when a gentleman entered aghast, to report that the Lords St. John and de Fulke, on hearing that Sir Anthony Woodville was in command of the forces, h

frowning; "a day shall dawn

the penalty Edward paid for his love marriage,-"now that your Highness can relieve me of my command, let me retire fro

e long will be on the march from the frontiers, and whatever Warwick resolves, Mo

he was startled from slumber by the tramp of horses, the sound of horns, the challenge of the sentinels, and, as he sprang from his couch, and hurried on his armour

have deceived me! I promised to the commons the banishm

to rebels, with whom n

of mutiny to the cam

on the marches. The Duke of Gloucester is driven backwards. All the Lancastrians in the North have risen. Margaret of Anjou is on the

I may meet a foe. Hitherto it seems as if I had been chased by shadows.

ed for your Gra

ride we

y. At noon to-morrow all will be

are shone luridly upon the steel of the serried horsemen and the banners of the earl, in which the grim white bear was wrought upon an ebon ground, quartered with the dun bull, and crested in gold with the eagle of the Month

of Scales and Rivers?"

n the Lord Anthony of

nswered Warwick, i

om his tent (which adjoined the king's) in company with the

your councillors deem it meet to forbid me the glory of fighting or falling by your side! I know too well the unhappy odium attached to my House and name in the northern parts, to dispute

g's face as he raised his brother-

her time nor absence can tear you from your king's heart. But envy must have its hou

ches tossed to and fro, the horns sounded, and in a silence moody and resentful

nt the immense force that, in a time so brie

t seeks to call back the stormy and chivalric past, Edward beheld the earl on his renowned black charger,

e of war a great baron is a throne's bulwark! Gramercy, I had been mad to cast away such an army,-an army fit for a king to lead! They se