Walter waited patiently until the Queen had done, and then modestly assured her that gold was still less in his wish than the raiment her Majesty had before offered.
"How, boy!" said the Queen, "neither gold nor garment? What is it thou wouldst have of me, then?"
"Only permission, madam--if it is not asking too high an honour--permission to wear the cloak which did you this trifling service."
"Permission to wear thine own cloak, thou silly boy!" said the Queen.
"It is no longer mine," said Walter; "when your Majesty's foot touched it, it became a fit mantle for a prince, but far too rich a one for its former owner."
The Queen again blushed, and endeavoured to cover, by laughing, a slight degree of not unpleasing surprise and confusion.
"Heard you ever the like, my lords? The youth's head is turned with reading romances. I must know something of him, that I may send him safe to his friends.--What art thou?"
"A gentleman of the household of the Earl of Sussex, so please your Grace, sent hither with his master of horse upon message to your Majesty."
In a moment the gracious expression which Elizabeth's face had hitherto maintained, gave way to an expression of haughtiness and severity.
"My Lord of Sussex," she said, "has taught us how to regard his messages by the value he places upon ours. We sent but this morning the
