stranger; but I perceive, from the trappings of thy
horse, that thou dost come from court. Indeed at one time I did know
the names of most all of the grand court ladies; for I have not always
lived in these God forsaken parts," added the old man, with some show
of pride. "But all this is beside the mark," he continued. "When I
espied thee I came over to thee that I might enquire concerning the
health of his Majesty."

"He hath not yet been brought to Windsor, or Westminster, and, as he
now resides at Ludlow, of his health I cannot speak."

"But when went he unto Ludlow?" asked the inquisitive old man.

"Now that I do not remember," I replied; "but, as I think, it was some
months before his father died."

"My dear young sir, his father died some twenty years ago."

I stared at him for several moments, thinking he must be mad. Then I
saw what was the matter. "Why, hast thou not heard that his Majesty,
King Edward IV is dead?" I asked, in surprise.

"Not until this moment," he replied.

So now, my children, ye can see how long it took for news to travel in
those days, of which I am writing. True, the people are becoming more
progressive now, but it is surprising still to learn how long it doth
take for news to reach those distant parts, even yet.

We stayed that night in Tewkesbury.

The next evening we rode into the town of Ludlow, and entered the
Castle.

I was admitted into the presence of the young King, who was, at that
time, but twelve years of age. As I was ushered in I beheld the little
King, and his uncle, Lord Rivers, sitting near his Majesty, by the
casement. I went forward, and kneeling at young Edward's feet, I
kissed his hand and said:--"Hail to your Majesty!"

At first he did not seem to comprehend my words; for he showed surprise
on his fair young face. Then, as Rivers sprang to his feet, the boy's
face became deadly pale, and he almost gasped out the words:--"Is my
father dead?"

I did not answer; but stood with bowed head, mine eyes upon the floor;
for I could not bear to hurt this young innocent with my cruel news.

The poor boy burst into a flood of tears, and buried his head beneath
the arm of his uncle, who spake most kindly unto him, and tried to
quiet him with soothing words.

Meantime I walked to the far end of the room and there, I feel no shame
in the telling of it, I wiped mine eyes, which were by no means dry.
The sight of this poor little fatherless King stole my man