A Gentleman-at-Arms: Being Passages in the Life of Sir Christopher Rudd, KnightStrang, Herbert
History
A Gentleman-at-Arms: Being Passages in the Life of Sir Christopher Rudd, Knight
Strang, Herbert
Adventure stories; Great Britain -- History -- Elizabeth, 1558-1603 -- Juvenile fiction
"I am very sure," said I, "that there will be found among your
galley-slaves a man of the right degree of leanness to accommodate your
excellency, and I will instantly command your coach to attend you, so
that we may go down to their place and make trial of this sovereign
remedy without delay."
The strong liquors had already revived him, and his face was recovering
its proper ruddiness. Likewise his spirit took on its natural hue, the
proof whereof was his exceeding fierce outcry.
"Ods my valiancy!" he cried, "shall I join skins with a rascal, I,
hidalgo of Spain? Never will I permit such scum to approach my person."
"Truly, señor," said I, "it is impossible to conceive a gentleman of
your exalted rank coming within a span’s-length of a mean rascal, but I
opine that there are among the slaves some of reputable condition,
perchance some English prisoners, or Flemings, only they are in general
of a brawny lustiness that suiteth not with the experimentum."
"Why, so there is, now you put me in mind of it," he said with a
brightened eye. "There is a Frenchman, a notorious reprobate, but that
is nothing against his rank, which is but little less than my own. And
for leanness a rake could hardly match him; his leanness is not far
short of transparency."
"That is right good hap," said I, raging inwardly that he should speak
thus of my friend, for I made no doubt it was he. After fortifying him
with more wine, I linked my arm with his, and took him slowly to his
coach, and when we had mounted into it, gave the word to the driver to
convey us to the barrack. We halted for a brief space at the inn, and I
brought out my henchman, carrying the two parcels which, as I told Don
Ygnacio, held things needful for our trial. I bade Stubbs perch himself
beside the driver, and we went on.
We had to pass on our way the small dock wherein the captain’s galley
lay, and here I let fall a word of admiration of the fine lines of the
vessel, asking very innocently whether it were one of the royal galleys
of his charge.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account