"Surely, yes; and hard at hand. And pardon me that I forgot, dear
lady, to say that my royal brother has announced his intention of
addressing the principal officers of the army in Middleham Hall. This
news gave me fair excuse for hastening to you and Isabel."

"All is prepared for his highness," said the countess, "save our own
homage. We must quicken our steps; come, Anne." The countess took
the arm of the younger sister, while the duchess made a sign to
Clarence. He lingered behind, and Isabel, drawing him aside, asked,

"Is my father reconciled to Edward?"

"No,--nor Edward to him."

"Good! The king has no soldiers of his own amidst yon armed train?"

"Save a few of Anthony Woodville's recruits, none. Raoul de Fulke and
St. John have retired to their towers in sullen dudgeon. But have you
no softer questions for my return, bella mia?"

"Pardon me, many--my king."

"King!"

"What other name should the successor of Edward IV. bear?"

"Isabel," said Clarence, in great emotion, "what is it you would tempt
me to? Edward IV. spares the life of Henry VI., and shall Edward
IV.'s brother conspire against his own?"