“My liege,” he said, in a whisper, “I fear some deadly treason awaits you. I have seen, amongst the trees below this tower, the gleam of steel; I have crept through the foliage, and counted no less than a hundred armed men,—their leader is Sir Marmaduke Nevile, Earl Warwick’s kinsman!”
“Ha!” muttered the king, and his bold face fell, “comes the earl’s revenge so soon?”
“And,” continued Ratcliffe, “I overheard Sir Marmaduke say, ‘The door of the Garden Tower is unguarded,—wait the signal!’ Fly, my liege! Hark! even now I hear the rattling of arms!”
The king stole to the casement; the day was closing; the foliage grew thick and dark around the wall; he saw an armed man emerge from the shade,—a second, and a third.
“You are right, Ratcliffe! Flight—but how?”
“This way, my liege. By the passage I entered, a stair winds to a door on the inner court; there I have already a steed in waiting. Deign, for precaution, to use my hat and manteline.”
The king hastily adopted the suggestion, followed the noiseless steps of Ratcliffe, gained the door, sprang upon his steed, and dashing right through a crowd assembled by the gate, galloped alone and fast, untracked by human enemy, but goaded by the foe that mounts the rider’s steed, over field, over fell, over dyke, through hedge, and in the dead of night reined in at last before the royal towers of Windsor.
CHAPTER II. MANY THINGS BRIEFLY TOLD.
The events that followed the king’s escape were rapid and startling. The barons assembled at the More, enraged at Edward’s seeming distrust of them, separated in loud anger. The archbishop learned the cause from one of his servitors, who detected Marmaduke’s ambush, but he was too wary to make known a circumstance suspicious to himself. He flew to London, and engaged the mediation of the Duchess of York to assist his own. [Lingard. See for the dates, Fabyan, 657.]