Great Britain -- History -- Charles I, 1625-1649 -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Temperance -- Fiction
"But, surprised by some of Edward's officers, who knew his weakness,
and took advantage thereof to gain their own ends, he committed, one
unlucky day, while beside himself from the influence of wine, the
shameful deed of betrayal of his loved king and master; and
encountering Ap Gryffyth on the battlefield, as the enemy's soldiers
were in the act of dragging him away to Carnarvon, where he was
beheaded, and falling in deepest misery and dejection at his feet, to
sue his pardon for the sin committed in a moment of miserable folly
and weakness, he but drew upon his own head the awful curse of the
betrayed and wretched monarch, who with terrible imprecations doomed
him and his heirs for ever to the slavery of a drunkenness they
should be powerless to resist, and to a deathbed of horror, which,
the result of so terrible a life, no Bryn Afon has since escaped.
The wretched earl was dragged away, a white-haired, prematurely-aged
man, to fulfil the curse most terribly, by drinking down his misery
until an early and dreadful death overtook him; and though the
fearful words of Ap Gryffyth were only heard by his own son and by
his miserable betrayer, and so have ever since remained a dead secret
to the outside world, yet they have borne their terrible fruit only
too truly in each of the unhappy Bryn Afon's descendants, until in
you, fair Primrose, reared as I, long ere your birth, resolved to
rear you, they have at length in the providence of a merciful God
become dead and lifeless. How the gipsy gained her knowledge I know
not, nor need we to know. And now, sweet daughter, by your marriage
with one whose whole manhood is given to combating this especial
deadly evil, and whom it has never had power to hurt or lead astray,
you shall raise up the fallen fortunes of your race, and remove for
ever the stain which has darkened for so many generations your
ancient House. So look up, my darling, and put away from you all
remembrance of its sin-darkened history and past shame, and go forth
without fear or trembling into the new life which awaits you, and
into the loving arms of one whose deep devotion shall chase away
every care and every thought of past pain from this fair brow!"
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