"
"He! A follower of King Henry! Never!"
"Truly, madame! He had ever loved Lord Edmund. He strove to stay
Lord Clifford's hand, and threw himself between, but Clifford dashed
him aside, and he bears still the scar where he fell against the
parapet of the bridge. Harry Featherstone told me, when he fled from
the piteous field, where died my father and brother Robin."
"Your brother, Robin Dacre! I remember him. I would have made him
good cheer for your sake, but my mother was ever strict, and rapped
our fingers, nay, treated us to the rod, if we ever spake to any of
my father's meine. Tell on, Grisell," as her hand found its way
under the hood, and stroked the fair hair. "Poor lonely one!"
Her indignation was great when she heard of Copeland's love, and
still more of his mission to seize Whitburn, saying, truly enough,
that he should have taken both lady and Tower, or given both up, and
lending a most unwilling ear to the plea that he had never thought
his relations to Grisell binding. She had never loved Lady
Heringham, and it was plainly with good cause.
Then followed the rest of the story, and when it appeared that
Grisell had been instrumental in saving Copeland, and close inquiries
elicited that she had been maintaining him all this while, actually
for seven years, all unknown to him, the young Duchess could not
contain herself. "Grisell! Grisell of patience indeed.
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