seems to me that should the king now have his way and conquer the Commons, he and his descendants will henceforth govern as absolute monarchs, and the liberty of the people will be endangered; while on the other hand, should the Parliament gain the upper hand, they will place on a firm basis the liberties of Englishmen, and any excesses which they may commit will be controlled and modified by a future parliament, for the people of England will no more suffer tyranny on the part of the Commons than of the king; but while they cannot change the one, it is in their power to elect whom they will, and to send up men who will govern things moderately and wisely.”

“At any rate,” Harry said, “my father thinks that there is neither moderation nor wisdom among the zealots at Westminster; and as I hear that many nobles and country gentlemen throughout England are of the same opinion, methinks that though at present the Parliament have the best of it, and have seized Portsmouth, and the Tower, and all the depots of arms, yet that in the end the king will prevail against them.”

“I trust,” Herbert continued earnestly, “that there will be no fighting.  England has known no civil wars since the days of the Roses, and when we see how France and Germany are torn by internal dissensions, we should be happy indeed that England has so long escaped such a scourge.  It is indeed sad to think that friends should be arrayed against each other in a quarrel in which both sides are in the wrong.”

“I hope,” Harry said, “that if they needs must fight, it will soon be over, whichever way fortune may turn.”

“I think not,” Herbert answered.  “It is a war of religion as much as a war for power.  The king and the Commons may strive who shall govern the realm; but the people who will take up arms will do it more for the triumph of Protestantism than for that of Pym and Hampden.”

“How tiresome you both are,” Lucy Rippinghall interrupted, pouting.  “You brought me out to gather flowers, and you do nothing but talk of kings and Parliament, as if I cared for them.  I call it very rude.  Herbert is often forgetful, and thinks of his books more than of me; but you, Master Harry, are always polite and gentle, and I marvel much that you should be so changed to-day.”

“Forgive me,” Harry said, smiling.  “We have been very remiss, Miss Lucy; but we will have no more of high politics, and will, even if never again,” he said sadly, “devote all our energies to getting such a basket of flowers for you as may fill your rooms with beaupots.  Now, if your majesty is ready to begin, we are your most obedient servants.”

And so, with a laugh, the little party rose to their feet, and started in quest of wild flowers.

The condition of affairs was at the outbreak of the civil war such as might well puzzle older heads than those of Harry Furness or Herbert Rippinghall, to choose between the two powers who were gathering arms.