There was something in the imperious bearing of this tall, beautiful lady-- something in the appealing looks of the gallant boy--which for a moment cowed his lawless resolve, and made him hesitate.
Noticing this, the lady advanced close to him, and said in clear, majestic tones,-- "Behold, my friend, I commit to your care the safety of your king's son!" The man started back in astonishment, the sword dropped from his hand, and a look, half of alarm, half of perplexity, took possession of his face.
Then he fell on one knee, and respectfully bowed almost to the earth.
"Art thou, then, our good Queen Margaret ?" "I am she." "And this youth, is he indeed our royal master's son ?" "Even so." Once more the wild man bowed low.

Then the queen bade him arise, told him how she and the young prince had come into the plight, and ended by asking if he could give them food and shelter for a short time.
"All I have is your majesty's," said the man, "even my life.

I will at once conduct you to my humble dwelling." And he lifted the weary boy tenderly in his arms, and led the queen to his cottage in the wood, where they got both food and shelter, and every care and attention from the robber's good wife.
"Mother," said the young prince that night, "thou saidst right, that Heaven would protect us." "Ay, my boy, and will still protect us!" For some days they rested at the cottage, tended with endless care by the loyal robber and his wife, until the pursuit from the battle of Hexham was over.

Then, with the aid of her protector, the queen made her way to the coast, where a vessel waited to convey her and the prince to Flanders.

Thus, for a time they escaped from all their dangers.