Great Britain -- History -- Charles I, 1625-1649 -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Temperance -- Fiction
And soon to their cries of sorrow succeeded such wild threats and
terrible execrations against their enemies for the horrid deed of the
past night, that good Master Taylor rose, pale and haggard, from his
knees, and rebuked them in his dead friend's name for their thoughts
of vengeance, exhorting them for the sake of those dear, sleeping
forms they were gazing upon with so great love and sorrow to pray
like their Lord upon the bitter cross; "Father, forgive them, for
they know not what they do!"--and to disperse in peace and quietness
to their own homes. And with many other holy words he strove amid
his own tears there upon the river bank to soothe their grief and
calm their angry passions, till at length they stole sadly homewards
one by one, leaving him, their vicar's ever-faithful friend, once
more alone with the holy dead, to await the arrival of the castle
guardsmen, who should bear homewards the lifeless forms of the
lovers. And presently, to join him in his watch, came with tottering
step the aged Master Rhys, bowed down with sorrow, and refusing to be
convinced that the lovers truly slept in death; and together they
kept vigil beneath the willow-tree. But among the mourners who came
and went upon the river bank the weather-beaten face and bent form of
Jack the boatman were missing, for he too was quietly sleeping his
last sleep within the castle walls, in the fireside corner where his
grand-daughter had left him, his deaf ears having heard nothing of
the strife upon the hillside, nor his calm sleep been disturbed by
the mighty crash of his beloved bridge as it had fallen headlong into
the roaring river--for the loud report had stolen in upon his
slumbers but as some far-distant echo, which to his dreaming soul had
sounded as a call from his daughter in Paradise, and to which the
maid-servants, rushing wildly into the room as they heard the
terrifying sounds from below, had heard him answer in clear, glad
tones, "Yes, my daughter, I follow quickly!" And one of them,
stealing gently to his side, marvelling at his words, saw him give
but one deep sigh ere his spirit passed from the land of dreams into
Paradise, there to join those twin souls who at that same moment had
quitted their cold prison in the waters.
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