Great Britain -- History -- Elizabeth, 1558-1603 -- Fiction; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Fiction
“I have lost all track of them now,” said the falconer. “My belief is,
they are somewhere in Oxford. At least, they were last seen outside
this inn. And, in any case, I can go no farther to-night.”
“What gypsies are you seeking, friend?” asked Gervase.
The falconer and he had only seen each other once, and then only for a
moment. Thus neither knew who the other was. The falconer gave a brief
description of those whom he sought, but it was explicit enough to tell
Gervase that Anne and himself were the objects of his quest.
“What might you be wanting with them?” asked Gervase.
“It is a long story,” said the falconer. “I am too weary to tell it
to-night. But to-morrow, perhaps.”
Thereupon, he went out of the room. Shakespeare was much relieved to
see him go. But the man’s inopportune return had much increased the
difficulties of the situation.
“I have seen that man before,” said Gervase, “yet, for my life, I
cannot think where. And I have not the least doubt that it is my
brother and I he is seeking. To-morrow, I must have a talk with him.”
“Might it not be well,” said the player, “first to find out whether he
is a friend or an enemy.”
“In any case, he is not likely to recognize me in this guise,” said
Gervase.
“It would be wise to take no chances, my friend,” said the player.
The task he had set himself was now beginning to press very heavily
upon William Shakespeare. He well knew it would be fatal to any plans
he might evolve if the fugitives learned what the business was that
had sent the falconer scouring the country-side. He must do all that
lay in his power to prevent the man conversing with Gervase Heriot. And
he must also contrive a means to keep Anne Feversham out of his sight,
lest he recognize her in spite of her boy’s dress.
Thus it was in a state of dire perplexity that the player sought his
bed that night.
CHAPTER XXIV
MR. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE rose early, after a troubled night. Throughout
its interminable watches his mind had been dominated by the necessity
of keeping the falconer and the fugitives apart. It was almost certain
that the man would recognize his young mistress. And if this came to
pass, she would learn at once her father’s tragic peril.
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