“Nay, your heraldry is not amiss,” said De Wilton.  “It is the red fess and canton of the Woodvilles.  Yonder comes Lord Anthony of Scales and Rivers.”

“Then the struggle is on, I ween,” remarked De Lacy.  “Let us move closer to the Duke.  I would not miss this meeting.”

When the horsemen were a short distance away, they broke from a hand gallop into a walk, and then all halted except the two who were in front.  Of these, one was a man nearing middle age, of most courtly bearing and noble countenance; while his companion, who resembled him somewhat, was considerably younger.  Meanwhile, Gloucester had kept steadily on; but when the others dismounted and advanced on foot, he instantly drew rein, and as Ratcliffe threw himself from the saddle and held the stirrup he stepped to the ground.

“Welcome, noble Rivers and Grey!” he exclaimed.  “How fares His Majesty?”

The two men bent over the Duke’s hands, and the elder replied:  “Fit as a King, and most anxious to greet his great and noble uncle.”

“Not more than is his uncle to greet him,” said Gloucester; and Rivers read two meanings in the words.  “Therefore, let us proceed; and do you and Sir Richard ride beside me; I have questions by the score to ask.”

Presently, as they neared the gate of the town, Gloucester turned to the Earl.

“Where does the King lodge—­at the castle?” he asked.

“His Majesty,” replied Rivers, with a quick glance at the Duke, “has a boy’s eagerness to reach London, and insisted upon pushing on as far as Stoney Stratford—­this afternoon.  He had already left Northampton when we learned of your approach.  A moment more and we also would have been gone, for it found us with foot in stirrup.”

There was a smile on the Duke’s lips as he listened to this unexpected news.

“I do not wonder at Edward’s haste,” he answered lightly.  “Who would not be impatient when a crown is waiting for him?—­though I regret that it postpones our meeting till the morrow.”

“You will not follow the King to-night?” asked Rivers quickly.

“No, I shall lie here if you and Sir Richard will bear me company.  But if you rejoin him, I must perforce go, too—­for me now to remain here alone would be discourteous.”

“Your Grace honors us overmuch; we shall stay and gladly,” replied Rivers readily.  “Edward has the others of his Household, and can spare us for one night.”

“Marry, yes!” said Richard.  “Vaughan and Croft and Worcester’s Bishop can hold him tight enough, else has the Welsh air changed them greatly.”

At the large inn near the market-place the party halted, and Gloucester, after a few words aside with Ratcliffe, summoned Catesby and retired to his room.  An hour later he descended and requested Rivers and Grey to join him at the evening meal.

Scarcely had it begun when down the street came the rattle of bridle-rings and the click of many hoofs.  Rivers glanced apprehensively at the Duke, and then at Grey, and then back again at the Duke, who was sipping his wine apparently quite oblivious of the approaching noise.  In another moment, at the outer door an imperious voice demanded: