No one spoke. Rob held Edmund and wept. He looked up at last, to turn upon Clifford so burning a stare that one of the Lancastrian soldiers was moved to lay a restraining hand upon his shoulders.
"Easy, man," he cautioned softly. "It was a bloody piece of work, I grant you. But it's done, and you'll not be changing that by throwing your own life away."
"Done?" Rob echoed, his voice raw, incredulous. "Done, you say? Jesus God! After today, it is just beginning".