in one battle, fought at hexham, the white roses beat the red ones, and king henry was taken prisoner and sent to the tower of london. his wife, queen margaret, with her little son, prince edward, escaped after the battle, and hid themselves in a wild forest. as they wandered among the trees, seeking some place where they might be safe from their enemies, they met a band of robbers. these rough men took away the queen's money and her jewels, tearing her necklace from her neck, and her rings from her fingers. then they began to dispute as to who should have most of the stolen goods. and while they quarrelled, queen margaret took her little boy by the hand and ran away to a thick part of the wood. there they stayed until the angry voices of the robbers could no longer be heard, and then, in the growing darkness, they came stealthily from their hiding-place. they wandered on, knowing not where to go, hoping much to meet some of their friends, and fearing still more to be found by their enemies, the soldiers of the white rose. but, alas! they saw no kind face, and night came on. then, as they crept fearfully from tree to tree, they met another robber.