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"Sir Richard," he said, "I make not war with peacock's feathers, but
steel shafts. Those that are mine enemies I slay, and that without
excuse or favour. For, bethink ye, in this realm of England, that is so
torn in pieces, there is not a man of mine but hath a brother or a friend
upon the other party. If, then, I did begin to grant these pardons, I
might sheathe my sword."
"
It may be so, my lord; and yet I will be overbold, and at the risk of
your disfavour, recall your lordship's promise," replied Dick.
Richard of Gloucester flushed.
"Mark it right well," he said, harshly. "I love not mercy, nor yet
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