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
"But you have done wonders to reach so far as this. And whither now
are you bound?"
"I thought perchance I might make my way to King's Lynn: there is a
minister there, Mr. Marsham, who was a good friend of mine uncle: and I
know hath often helped many in distress to escape to Holland. I
thought he might help me to a ship to some Dutch port, and thence I can
go forward to New England when the way seems open."
"'Tis an excellent plan," answered Audrey, thoughtfully, "and indeed I
heard talk of the _Little Charity_ sailing to Rotterdam the end of this
week. But your plan may be so far amended that you will do best to
stay here in hiding till the day before the ship may sail. I can send
in a private message from you to your friend, but Lynn is so distraught
with loyalty that it might fare ill with Mr. Marsham were he found
harbouring you for many days."
"But how would it fare with Mistress Perrient, were she found
harbouring me?" he asked, with a smile. "Methinks it smacks somewhat
of cowardice to drag a lady into my peril?"
"Tush, there's no peril!" she answered gaily. "No one comes here save
the crows and seagulls, or maybe a ghost. I trust, Captain Harrison,
you fear not ghosts?"
"Nay," he answered earnestly. "If any blessed spirit did speak to me,
it were indeed a grace and a light shining in darkness; but as they be
evil spirits, they can scarce be more dangerous than when I withstood
them in the flesh at Worcester fight and Dunbar. Nevertheless, I have
no great desire to behold such wonders, for a man cannot tell, till the
trial come, if he shall bear himself manfully therein."
"I did but jest," she answered; "but the common folk have much talk of
ghosts in this house since it hath been left so desolate, and so they
shun it; and if any man saw or heard you here, 'tis more likely they
would hold you for some dead Cremer or Inglethorpe than for a mortal
man. But here is my broth ready; and, in common courtesy, you must
tell me my supper was worth waiting for!"
With housewifely pride, Audrey had dished up her country fare, and
smiled to see her guest's enjoyment of it. The great logs roared on
the hearth and lit up the shining pewter on the dresser and the one
silver tankard that was Audrey's pride. Empty though the great kitchen
was, its dainty cleanliness and the splendid solidity of the oak
rafters and settle, saved it from any look of squalid poverty. Yet the
simple surroundings could not fail to strike the stranger.
"Madam," he said at length, "may I pray you to resolve me the riddle
how I find you dwelling in Norfolk? We heard you had departed to the
New England plantations near two years ago, with your honoured father."
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