In the Wars of the Roses eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 223 pages of information about In the Wars of the Roses.

In the Wars of the Roses eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 223 pages of information about In the Wars of the Roses.

“Why, verily, this must be a brother or a cousin of mine own.  Tell me your name, good lad.  Surely we must be akin.”

“Nay, gracious prince,” answered Paul in low tones; “I am but the son of a simple knight, who has ever been your royal father’s loyal servant.  But I was born, like you, upon St. Edward’s Day, and perhaps our patron saint smiled kindly on us both.”

The boy was so excited he scarce knew what he said; but his words seemed to please the little prince, who replied: 

“Nay, now, if you share the good offices of my patron saint, you must wear my badge too, for love of me.  See here, this little silver swan, the device of my noble ancestor King Edward the Third, it is now my badge, and you must wear it for my sake.  Farewell for the nonce; we shall meet again—­I am sure of it—­ere we say goodbye to this pleasant city.  I would I had a brother like you.  But we will meet anon.  Farewell, and forget me not.”

The royal cavalcade was yet moving onward whilst these gracious words of childish greeting were spoken.  The next moment the bewildered Paul was standing looking after the pretty child prince, the silver swan he grasped tightly between his hands alone convincing him that the whole encounter had not been a fair fleeting dream.

The great green meadow just without the walls of the city presented an animated spectacle even to eyes accustomed to the gay and party-coloured dresses of the Middle Ages, and to the hardy sports of her bold sons.  The whole town and countryside had assembled to witness or bear a share in the merry silvan sports, instituted with a view of amusing the royal guests, who had halted at Lichfield for three nights in order that the pious monarch might hear mass on Sunday at the cathedral; and the Saturday was given over to the revels and pastimes at all times dear to the people, but more so than ever when royalty deigned to be the witness of the feats of skill and strength.  And King Henry loved to watch the sports of his subjects.  His simple mind; that shrank from the intrigues of court life, seemed to gather strength and health when removed from the strife and turmoil of parties.  His malady, which at times completely incapacitated him from tasking part in the government, was always liable to recur, and it was with a view of recuperating his health, and calming his anxieties and fears for himself and those he loved best, that the queen had decided upon this progress through the loyal midland counties, and encouraged the people to display their skill in manly sports before their king; for nothing seemed more beneficial to him than the interest evoked by any spectacles of this kind.

And little Paul Stukely was an eager spectator of the encounters and feats that were taking place before royalty that bright summer day.  Paul felt as if he were living and moving in a wonderful dream.  He kept pulling off his little velvet cap to make sure that the silver swan—­the prince’s token—­was still in its place; and even when most interested in any contest going on upon the green, his eyes would turn instinctively toward the fair child leaning upon his father’s knee, and eagerly watching the rustic revels.

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