H. C. Bailey,
The Fool — Chapter 4
(1921)
“ At least it was a knight who was to murder me. A better knight than you, Stephen. For he was ashamed." "By the cross, there was no thought to murder you. You were not known. You came by stealth, you lurked in hiding. The Fleming brought word of you and was bidden bring what he found. But naught was sure. And the sword—it was said you were mad, boy. You raved." "Who raves here, cousin? I was not known? Why was I made prisoner? Speak truth, man; you knew and you feared. It is writ in your face." "I fear no man," the King said. "There is none can do me hurt. What do you want of me?" ”
