"But am I not even to know your name?" he protested.

She shook her head. "Not even that, now, and I ask your word not to
seek to know it--until we meet again."

"You have it," said he, "until we meet again--to-morrow."

She smiled vaguely. "It will be a far to-morrow . . . good-bye, my
lord," and rode away--then turned. "Wait for your squire," she called.

"And for to-morrow," he cried.

But she made no answer, and with a wave of her hand was gone, the dog
leaping in front of her and baying loud with joy.




II

RICHARD OF GLOUCESTER

But the morrow brought no maid, nor a fortnight of morrows--she had
vanished; and seek as he might at Windsor or through the Tower he could
not find her. Had he been privileged to inquire the quest would have
been ended by a word--but she herself had closed his lips to questions.

Then the mighty Edward died, and all was confusion in the Court; and
what with the funeral, the goings and the comings, the plottings and
the intrigues, De Lacy was in a maze. The boy King was at Ludlow with