“I hope so, prince,” the knight said gravely.  “The Moslems ever gain in power, and it may well be that the Knights of St. John will be hardly pressed to hold their own.  If the boy joins them it will be my wish that he shall as early as possible repair to Rhodes.  I do not wish him to become one of the drones who live in sloth at their commanderies in England, and take no part in the noble struggle of the Order with the Moslem host, who have captured Constantinople and now threaten all Europe.  We were childless some years after our marriage, and Eleanor and I vowed that were a son born to us he should join the Order of the White Cross, and dedicate his life to the defence of Christian Europe against the infidel.  Our prayers for a son were granted, and Gervaise will enter the Order as soon as his age will permit him.  That is why I rejoice at the grand prior’s offer to take him as his page, for he will dwell in the hospital safely until old enough to take the first steps towards becoming a knight of the Order.”

“I would that I had been born the son of a baron like yourself,” the prince said earnestly, “and that I were free to choose my own career.  Assuredly in that case I too would have joined the noble Order and have spent my life in fighting in so grand a cause, free from all the quarrels and disputes and enmities that rend England.  Even should I some day gain a throne, surely my lot is not to be envied.  Yet, as I have been born to the rank, I must try for it, and I trust to do so worthily and bravely.  But who can say what the end will be?  Warwick has ever been our foe, and though my royal mother may use him in order to free my father, and place him on the throne, she must know well enough that he but uses us for his own ends alone, and that he will ever stand beside the throne and be the real ruler of England.”

“For a time, Edward,” the queen broke in.  “We have shown that we can wait, and now it seems that our great hope is likely to be fulfilled.  After that, the rest will be easy.  There are other nobles, well nigh as powerful as he, who look with jealousy upon the way in which he lords it, and be assured that they will look with a still less friendly eye upon him when he stands, as you say, beside the throne, once your father is again seated there.  We can afford to bide our time, and assuredly it will not be long before a party is formed against Warwick.  Until then we must bear everything.  Our interests are the same.  If he is content to remain a prop to the throne, and not to eclipse it, the memory of the past will not stand between us, and I shall regard him as the weapon that has beaten down the House of York and restored us to our own, and shall give him my confidence and friendship.  If, on the other hand, he assumes too much, and tries to lord it over us, I shall seek other support and gather a party which even he will be unable successfully to withstand.  I should have thought, Edward, that you would be even more glad than I that this long time of weary waiting for action is over, and that once again the banner of Lancaster will be spread to the winds.”