"Down with the Red Rose! Down with all false princes! Down with the traitors who would disturb the peace of the land! King Edward, King Edward!" The prince looked at Paul, and Paul looked at the prince.

The same thought was in the minds of both.
"We will at least sell our lives dear," said young Edward in low tones.

"My trusty comrade, your loyalty to the Red Rose has been but a sorry thing for you.

I would I could have rewarded you with such honours as a prince has to give; but--" "It is honour enough for me, my liege, to die at your side--to die, if it may be, in saving your life," said Paul.

"Talk not so, I beseech you.