Warwick Deeping,
The King Behind the King
“ The mob hung there, wavering, and making a discordant and querulous clamour. They were without leaders, and cowed and dumbfounded by Knollys’ spears.Walworth came riding up, and Fulk spoke with him.“Walworth, good friend, down on your knees. This shall be remembered.”He knighted him, smiling as he bent to touch him with his sword.“My hand is as good as another’s. Now, Sir Mayor, ride to those men yonder, demand my banners, say that I am merciful, that I have held back those who would have slaughtered them. Bid them depart—each man to his own home.” ”
