But think--he need not sway the sceptre which has proved too heavy for his hands.

He has a son--a fair and gallant prince--worthy of the royal name of Edward which he bears.

Men say that it will not be the feeble father who will restore order to the country and bring peace again to its shores, but that the task will be intrusted to the youthful Edward, who in his person combines the graces of his stately mother and the warlike prowess of his great ancestor whose cognizance he bears.
Trust me, good people, if you love not Henry you will love Henry's son; and will it not be better to be ruled by him than by that other Edward of York, the usurper, who, though I verily believe he can be a lion in battle, yet spends his days, when not in arms, in lolling in idleness and luxury amid his fine court beauties, and beseems himself rather as a woman than a man?
I would fain serve a spotless prince, such as our noble Prince of Wales is known to be, than one whose life is stained by the debaucheries of a luxurious court, and gluttony such as it is a marvel even to hear of." Joan's eyes lighted, as the youth spoke with all the ardour of a young and vivid imagination and a generous and undoubting love.
Even the grave-faced woman at the spinning wheel smiled to herself, and though she heaved a little sigh, she answered gently enough: "Ay, young sir, if that could be! If we could be ruled by one who was brave, and stainless, and wise, and just, then England might count itself a happy land indeed; but I have lived through troublous times, and I have lost hope in such a speedy and happy conclusion to the matter.

But we shall see--we shall see." "We have all favoured King Edward's cause here, as I told you yesterday," said Joan; "for we seemed better off under his rule than in the days before, when we were distracted by the war.

But tell us of this prince--the Prince of Wales, as you call him.