“If what, sweet prince?”
His blue eyes snapped up. “Don’tcall me that. I live as a common man.”
“Common?” I threw my head back, crowing with laughter. “My dear prince, I don’t think you’re fooling anybody.”
Some of the anger faded from his face. “No, I suppose not. But I beg you, don’t call me by those words. If anyone should find out, I’ll be killed. They’ll chop off my head, like they’re threatening to do to the king.”
“What? Who will?”
“The Independents.”
I shrugged in ignorance.
“The army,” he explained further. “The common man’s army.”
“Common man.” The words finally made sense to me. “You mean, therabble?”
“Rabble? Well, yes, one could call them a rabble. They don’t want the king to rule. It’s all because Parliament wants control, of course. We’ve already suffered through onewar, now they want to start another.”