A Lost Leader: A Tale of Restoration DaysTownshend, Dorothea
History
A Lost Leader: A Tale of Restoration Days
Townshend, Dorothea
Great Britain -- History -- Restoration, 1660-1688 -- Juvenile fiction
Dick moved forward, and the firelight gleamed on the slender blade as
he held it out.
"By my faith, a rare bit of steel! And how many king's men hast thou
skewered with it?"
"None, sir," answered Dick, seriously. "My uncle hath only let me use
the foils hitherto."
"Wise uncle!" laughed the other. "He would not expose even our
deadliest enemies to the blow of such a paladin. But, hark 'ee, Dick,
dost know the king hath sent for thine uncle to make him a duke?"
"No, no," broke in another young soldier, "'tis not a duke; he is to be
sworn of the king's privy council, and have the Garter."
Dick looked gravely at the laughing speaker.
"It would be good if the king would make Uncle Tom a councillor," he
said.
"Well said, boy," chimed in an older man. "If his Majesty took Major
Harrison's counsel, our cause were won; but the stars will go
withershins ere that come to pass."
The faces of the younger men changed, and one answered soberly enough--
"You say too true, captain."
Their voices were subdued lest they should reach the king's ears; but,
respectful as was the bearing of all the members of the group by the
fire, they clearly split into two halves: on the one hand, the officers
of the escort who were teasing the boy, and on the other, a group of
gentlemen, some wearing the conventional ribbons and laces of a
cavalier, others in the rough cloth of country wear, stained with the
mud of country lanes, while the master and mistress of the house moved
from one guest to another, evidently nervous at the doubtful honour
that such a royal visit had brought to their roof.
The lady turned to one of the king's gentlemen-in-waiting with a
whispered word--
"I scarce hoped, Mr. Herbert, to see his Majesty in such pleasant
spirits, for methinks his condition could scarce be more dolorous."
"Faith, madam," answered Mr. Herbert, "he bears each new change of
fortune with the dignity of a king and the resignation of a saint. But
I make no doubt that the sight of these your loyal neighbours whom you
have called in, and the very blessings of the poor folk in the street,
are somewhat of a balm to his heart, also I cannot deny that those
gentlemen"--looking over at the officers--"have used us very civilly
during the day's ride; methinks his Majesty finds himself more at ease
with them than with those crop-eared parliament men and their
preachers."
"I marvel, nevertheless, to see his Majesty expend his gracious word on
such a rebel as that Major Harrison. We have heard strange and
horrible things concerning him, and that he has even dared to plot
against his Majesty's most sacred life!"
"'Tis for that reason, madam, that the king made an occasion to speak
with him," answered Mr. Herbert. "He was pleased to say, to-day, when
Major Harrison was riding behind him, that his aspect was good, and not
as it had been represented to him, and I am assured that his Majesty
did desire some discussion with him to try what his sentiments may
truly be."
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.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account