Adventure stories; Historical fiction; Love stories; Nobility -- England -- Fiction; Pirates -- Fiction; Regency fiction
"Never fear me, master. There will be some 'cross country work to
be done yet, over the hills, but we may go on a fair track, so I
understand, as far as Villanova. You ask me how I might find this out
without betraying matters not for the tapster's ears? Very simply,
sir. I am loud in my complaints that there is no road but the one in
these parts. In the south, say I, we are better served. That put our
dawcock on his mettle, I warrant you. 'Ho!' says he, 'I'd have you
know there is the road that runs to join the post-road a matter of ten
miles to the east of the Great House, and another which runs past the
hunting-lodge in the forest to Villanova."
"We found Villanova on the map," said Sir Nicholas. "What is this
hunting-lodge?"
"Be sure I asked, master. It need not concern us, being no more than
a summer-house that yon popinjay, Diego, uses for his sports. More
sports than you might think, master, I dare swear. It lies a matter
of five miles from here, and the track comes out not a hundred yards
from this inn. I have conned it. Now it seems to me, master, if you are
to steal your lady away, I had best have the horses tethered in the
spinney hard by the Great House, and so make that track as speedily as
may be possible." He saw that Sir Nicholas had put on a clean ruff, and
plucked a poking-stick from out his doublet. "So please you, sir, we
will poke out the folds of the ruff a little. Will you have me procure
a third horse with a lady's saddle?"
Sir Nicholas frowned into the mirror. "I dare not take the risk," he
said after a moment's thought. "We want no questions asked, no tongues
set wagging. I'll have my lady up before me as far as to Villanova." He
glanced out into the fast gathering darkness. "Dark enough for me to
venture," he said. "Can you find that track at need, my man?"
"I have it safe in my head, master." Joshua put up the poking-stick.
"But I would know, sir, what plan you have in mind."
Sir Nicholas rose up from his chair. His eyes twinkled. "Marry, so
would I know, Joshua," he said frankly.
Joshua shook his head severely. "This is no way to go to work, master.
What, do you think to have the noble lady away this night with never a
plan in your head?"
"I know not. I've a-many plans, but I move in the dark, my friend, and
I have need to nose about a little. Maybe I shall get her off to-night,
if opportunity serves; maybe I shall hold my hand a while. We will
take the horses in case of need. See a fresh pair saddled, and tell
what lie leaps most readily to your tongue."
Joshua prepared to depart. "I shall take leave to say, master, that a
man has to be nimble-witted to keep pace with you," he remarked, and
went out.
Sir Nicholas did not inquire what lie had been told when he came down
twenty minutes later. Joshua had two good horses at the door, and the
landlord seemed satisfied. Sir Nicholas swung his cloak over his arm,
and sallied forth.
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