"But, Paul, I have not asked you of yourself.

Have you no other tie--no stronger claim?
And how comes it that you are here, so far away from your home?
I have asked not your history, though I have told mine own." "Mine is soon told, sweet prince," said Paul.

"I crave your pardon, but I know not how else to frame my speech." Then in a few graphic words he sketched the history of himself and his kindred during those troubled years of civil strife and of Edward's reign; and young Edward listened with a sorrowful air and drooping mien, and heaved a deep sigh at the conclusion.
"Another faithful house ruined--another tale of woe for which it seems we unhappy princes are the cause.

Nay, Paul, I know what you would say, brave loyal heart; but it lies heavy on my soul for all that.

And having suffered thus, why tempt your fate anew by linking your fortunes with those of the hapless House of Lancaster?
Why not--" "My lord, break not my heart by rejecting my poor services," cried Paul, plunging anew into the tale of his longing and ambition to be one day called the servant of the Prince of Wales; and then as both were young, both ardent, hot-headed, and hopeful, all stern and sorrowful thoughts were laid aside, and the two youths began to plan with eager vehemence the future of adventure which lay before them.
"And first, Paul, this you must learn once and for all: I am prince no more, but Edward alone, Edward Stukely--for I will e'en borrow your good name--your younger brother, who seeks his fortune with you.