Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
"If he is a wizard, he is a poor one," Simon continued, with a little
contempt in his tone. "But if you will have it so, see here, we will
watch him. There is a power greater than his, and in the strength of
that I do not fear him."
The woman shuddered, while Luke, who was for immediate action, replied
in a wild rhapsody, quoting the priests of Baal and the witch of
Endor, the order of the law respecting magicians, and the fate of
Magus. But Simon was firm; he was not to be moved, and in the end his
proposal was accepted. The matter was thought so momentous, however,
that it was decided to consult the Edgingtons next day, and bring them
into the affair.
When all was settled Simon rose, and went to the door and threw it
open. He knew that, within a circuit of a few miles from where he
stood, thousands upon thousands of soldiers were at that moment lying
under the bare heavens, without so much as a tree to cover them; and
he had a soldier's feeling for their distresses. He saw with
satisfaction, therefore, that though the clouds still hung low, in one
quarter there was a rift in them, through which the full moon was
shining out of the blue black of heaven. "It looks better," he said,
as he came in again. "It will be fine to-morrow. And there is no great
harm done yet."
But, to all appearance, more rain fell during the night, for when the
household rose at daybreak, the hills were running with water, and
every little streamlet was musical. A fine drizzle filled the air, and
obscured even the nearer surface of the moor, while fog veiled the
mountains and hung like a curtain before the distant prospects. The
boy eating his porridge with the others, unconscious of the strange
glances and suspicious shrinkings of which he was the object, looked
through the window and wondered how he was to manage his counting, and
whether it would be possible to tell horse from foot. From this his
thoughts strayed to Frank. Frank must be suffering horribly in this
weather, with no roof over him, and no cloak, and no sufficient food.
At the thought Jack felt his eyes fill with tears, tears which he
would fain have hidden; but he found Simon's harsh glance upon him,
and whichever way he looked he could not escape it. He grew hot; he
changed color and trembled in his seat, and presently, feeling his
position insufferable--for he longed to think, and could not do so
under eyes which seemed to read his secrets--he rose suddenly, and
sidled from the room. He went, as he supposed, unnoticed, and without
a thought of evil seized his cap and left the house.
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