Adventure stories; Historical fiction; Love stories; Nobility -- England -- Fiction; Pirates -- Fiction; Regency fiction
The glancing blue eyes looked down at him a moment. "Rest you snug at
home. Do I constrain you? I am off on a wild adventure this time."
"The more reason to take me along," said Joshua severely. "If you are
to be off again I shall certainly accompany you." He picked up the
doublet from the bed, and frowned a stern reproof. "This is to jest,
sir. I shall be at hand to keep a watch over our interests. I do not
say that I had not as lief be at home, but I shall without doubt go
where you go, for that is clearly my fate."
"Like Ruth," said Sir Nicholas flippantly.
In a little while he was descending the stairs again, very brave in
his doublet of the French cut, with the high wings to the shoulders,
and the embroidered sleeves. He had a fine leg, set off to advantage
in stockings of carnation silk, with rosettes to the garters below his
knees. The little neat ruff made no more than a stiff cup for his face;
my Lord Beauvallet, favouring a wider fashion, called it Italianate,
and looked severely.
My lord and his lady were found in the winter-parlour, where supper
was spread upon a draw-table. Sir Nicholas came in upon them, splendid
in his rich trappings, and set a small casket before my lady. "Spain
pays toll to beauty, Kate," he said, and looked wickedly under his
lashes at Gerard's disapproving countenance.
My lady knew very well what she might expect to find in the casket,
but chose to dissemble. "Why, Nicholas, what do you bring me?" she
wondered, raising her watchett-blue eyes to his face.
"A poor gewgaw, no more. There is a length of China silk in my baggage
you might make into a gown, or some such thing."
My lady had opened the casket, and clasped her hands in breathless
ecstasy. "Oh, Nick! Rubies!" she gasped, and almost reverently drew
forth a long chain set with the precious stones. She held it in her
hands, and looked doubtfully at Gerard. "See, my lord! Nicholas makes
me a noble present."
"Ay," said my lord glumly. "Jewels filched from some Spanish hold."
My lady sighed, and put the chain down. "Should I not wear it, dear
sir?"
"Tush!" Nicholas said bracingly, and caught up the chain from the
table, and cast it about my lady's thin neck. "I've other such toys for
the Queen. I warrant you she will wear them. Heed him not."
"I am sure," said my lady, plucking up courage, "that what the Queen's
Grace does not disdain to wear I need not."
Gerard sat down in the high-backed chair at the head of the table. "You
will do as you please, madam," he said deeply.
Supper was eaten in silence, as was customary, but when the green goose
had been taken away, and sweetmeats were on the table, and Hippocras
set before my lord, conversation began again. My lord dipped his
fingers in a gilt basin handed to him by a lackey liveried in blue, and
spoke more genially. "Well, Nick, ye say naught of your designs. Have
you come home to stay?"
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