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"The prince hath other things to think upon," quoth Sir William
de Pakington; "but if you be a Mackworth you must be a Mackworth
of Normanton, and indeed I see now that your coat is sable and
ermine."
"I am a Mackworth of Normanton," the other answered, with some
uneasiness of manner.
"Then you must be Sir Stephen Mackworth, for I learn that when
old Sir Guy died he came in for the arms and the name, the
war-cry and the profit."
"Sir Stephen is my elder brother, and I am Arthur, the second
son," said the youth.
"In sooth and in sooth!" cried the king-at-arms with scornful
eyes. "And pray, sir second son, where is the cadency mark which
should mark your rank. Dare you to wear your brother's coat
without the crescent which should stamp you as his cadet. Away
to your lodgings, and come not nigh the prince until the armorer
hath placed the true charge upon your shield." As the youth
withdrew in confusion, Sir William's keen eye singled out the
five red roses from amid the overlapping shields and cloud of
pennons which faced him.


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