The Black Shield of Falworth Page #2

Since we share an opinion

of that swaggering fop

We bring a letter

to his Lordship from...

of the family.

Stone me Nlackwonh.

The goblet's empty again.

Right in the soup.

I've done it properly.

- Let's go back.

- Your Highness,

From an old friend.

Oh good. Good!

The Prince of Wales is visiting.

You might as well get comfortable.

It sometimes takes a long while to

drag Prince Hall away from his wine.

In that case we'll join you,

after a glass or two.

- Let's go back.

- Your Highness,

I have some excellent wine

in the library.

Oh good. Good!

Would your grace care to join us?

I have neither your capacity

nor appetite for wine your Highness.

In that case we'll join you,

after a glass or two.

They have gone your Highness.

Drunkard. Wastrel.

Fog. How I tire of

this sour game we play.

The fate of England

is worthy of a game.

Even to your daughter

becoming a pawn?

When last I saw Alban

he spoke to me of an alliance

between his house and yours.

I've long known of his desires

from the day Walter Blunt,

his brother, came to me.

Alban trusts me

to encourage this alliance.

So successfully

have I played his fool.

- What's our move now?

- I must keep my pretence

as you must keep yours.

Should once your mask slip,

Alban would recognize England's

future king as strong and just.

In that recognition lies your death.

Would that there were a sword

to rid us of this pestilence.

Neither yours nor mine

is skilled enough.

So I must play Al bans friend

and you his fool.

Your Highness, we should go.

I have asked Master Gascoyne

to point out his Lordship to you.

Should the letter reach other hands

it would be a serious matter.

Now Myles. The older one.

What in the name of?

Who are you?

What do you want?

We are Meg and Myles

of Crispy-Dale.

What?

I know of no such name.

Speak up boy.

What do you want?

We have a letter here

for your Lordship.

Stand up. Get on your feet.

No need to keep kneeling forever.

Exchanged near

the Tower of Caesar

I feel such a bore,

knowing how to read.

"By the pledges we ex...

exchanged near

the Tower of Caesar

- the day we won our spurs... "

- Your Highness

it is of no importance.

Sir Charles.

Your Highness.

What a fine cut of damask.

You must send your tailor to me.

I should be delighted to do so.

Someone I knew 20 years ago seeks

to saddle me with his children.

I should have to take them

for the sake of peace and quiet.

Gascoyne, turn the lass

over to Dame Ellen

and conduct the lad

to Sir James.

Let him be entered

as a Squire At Arms.

He's too rough a cub

for a page.

It's much shorter

if we go through here.

It's his Lordship's library.

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