"Great St. George! You have a wait, indeed; and ample time to pray for the imperative necessity. Meanwhile, best continue to keep the betrothal secret. It will likely save you both some embarrassment and considerable gossip at the long delay."
Just then another bugle blared from the barbican.
"Sir John and Beatrix!" the Queen exclaimed.
Richard shook his head.
"It was Ratcliffe's call," he said.
A moment later the Master of Horse came at full gallop across the courtyard.
Jumping from saddle and letting his horse run loose to be caught by the grooms, he sprang up the steps. In the anteroom the page met him with the information that Their Majesties were on the wall and were not to be disturbed. But at the first word, Ratcliffe dashed into the King's chamber and thence to the ramparts. Richard saw him coming and went quickly to meet him.
"What is it?" he demanded.
"Where is De Bury?" Ratcliffe asked.
"Gone for a ride with the Countess."