Virginia -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction
Leaving the fire he moved to a window, and stood looking out upon the
windy twilight. From the back of the house came a sound of voices and
of footsteps. The Colonel put up his snuffbox and brushed a grain from
his ruffles. “Enter two murderers!” he said briskly. “Will you have
them here, Haward, or shall we go into the hall?”
“Light all the candles, Juba,” ordered the master. “Here, I think,
Colonel, where the stage will set them off. Juba, go ask Mr. MacLean
and Saunderson to bring their prisoners here.”
As he spoke, he turned from the contemplation of the night without to
the brightly lit room. “This is a murderous fellow, this Hugon,” he
said, as he took his seat in a great chair drawn before a table. “I
have heard Colonel Byrd argue in favor of imitating John Rolfe’s early
experiment, and marrying the white man to the heathen. We are about to
behold the result of such an union.”
“I would not have the practice universal,” said the Colonel coolly,
“but ’twould go far toward remedying loss of scalps in this world, and
of infidel souls hereafter. Your sprightly lover is a most prevailing
missionary. But here is our Huguenot-Monacan.”
MacLean, very wet and muddy, with one hand wrapped in a blood-stained
rag, came in first. “We found them hidden in the bushes at the turn
of the road,” he said hastily. “The schoolmaster was more peaceably
inclined than any Quaker, but Hugon fought like the wolf that he is.
Can’t you hang him out of hand, Haward? Give me a land where the
chief does justice while the king looks the other way!” He turned and
beckoned. “Bring them in, Saunderson.”
There was no discomposure in the schoolmaster’s dress, and as little in
his face or manner. He bowed to the two gentlemen, then shambled across
to the fire, and as best he could held out his bound hands to the
grateful blaze. “May I ask, sir,” he said, in his lifeless voice, “why
it is that this youth and I, resting in all peace and quietness beside
a public road, should be set upon by your servants, overpowered, bound,
and haled to your house as to a judgment bar?”
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