Boscobel; or, the royal oak: A tale of the year 1651Ainsworth, William Harrison
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Boscobel; or, the royal oak: A tale of the year 1651
Ainsworth, William Harrison
Great Britain -- History -- Commonwealth and Protectorate, 1649-1660 -- Fiction
Generals Middleton and Montgomery likewise attempted to dissuade him
from his purpose, but ineffectually.
The general officers then rode off to give the necessary orders for the
attack. Trumpets were sounded, and shortly afterwards the sides of the
hill were covered with troops in rapid movement. Ere they got half-way
down, the guns of the fort opened upon them, but did not check their
progress. Presently the artillery of the Royalists returned the fire
of the Republicans, and the king, who was at the head of the advanced
guard, saw the cannon pointed.
His majesty being recognised, the commandant directed the musketeers
on the ramparts to make him their mark; but he really seemed to bear a
charmed life, for though an officer close beside him was hit by a round
shot, and his own horse was killed under him, he himself was uninjured.
The leathern guns of the Royalists were worked so well, that three of
the fort guns were speedily silenced, and Charles then ordered instant
preparations to be made for the assault.
Scaling-ladders were placed against the walls. Several men were
struck down while executing this perilous task, but no sooner was it
accomplished than Charles caused the trumpet to be sounded, and sword
in hand, mounted the nearest ladder.
A soldier, armed with a pike, strove to hurl him from the ladder, but
the man was shot by Careless, who followed the king closely.
Again, while springing over the parapets, Charles was opposed by a
musketeer, but he cut him down, and next moment the heroic young
monarch was joined by Careless, and instantly afterwards by a dozen of
his body-guard, and their number was quickly augmented.
Charles was now master of the fort, for the Republican soldiers, after
an ineffectual resistance, were put to the sword.
In the struggle, Colonel James discharged a pistol at the king, but
missed his mark, and in his turn was attacked by Careless.
"I told you we would soon be with you," cried the Cavalier. "Yield, and
I will spare thy life."
"I would not accept life at thy hands," rejoined the commandant. "Look
to thyself!"
And beating down Careless's point with his heavy blade, he stepped
quickly backwards and disappeared. He had, in fact, dashed down a
narrow staircase communicating with the lower chambers of the fort, and
secured his retreat by pulling a trap-door over the entrance.
Meanwhile, Charles had torn down the flag of the Commonwealth, and
replaced it by the royal standard. As soon as this signal of victory
could be distinguished by his forces loud cheers were raised.
Possession was immediately taken of the fort, but no prisoners were
made, for Colonel James, and the few of his men left alive, had
evacuated the lower chambers. They had fled, it appeared, by a covered
way, and had entered the city through a postern near the Sidbury-gate.
[Illustration: SITE OF FORT ROYAL.]
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