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
"I've already had some misgivings, sire. While these scoundrelly
troopers are about, and especially when they've got an active leader,
who will peer into every hole and corner, my honest opinion is that
your majesty will be safer in the wood than in the house. There are
no hiding-places like those of Boscobel--that I'll uphold--but your
majesty's safety is too precious to be trifled with."
"Nothing must be left to chance," said Careless. "I am of Trusty Dick's
opinion that till this threatened danger has blown over, your majesty
will be safest in the wood. We have found a tree in which you can
hide."
"I hope it is an oak," cried Charles. "I would rather owe my safety to
the king of the forest than to any inferior tree."
"Truly it is an oak--a grand old oak--and hath not its peer in the
forest," said Dick.
"Take me to it," said Charles.
In another minute he stood before the tree.
He was gazing at it with admiration, when William Penderel and his
brother John were seen at a distance, evidently in quest of his
majesty, and no sooner did they descry him than they hurried forward.
"You are looking for me, William?" said the king.
"Your majesty must be pleased to return at once to the house," replied
William Penderel. "Indeed, I must make bold to say it is highly
imprudent to stray so far away, when the enemy is lurking about. John,
who has been acting as scout, brings word that a small detachment
of troopers, with Colonel James at their head, are coming from
Chillington, and are almost certain to find their way here."
"I have run so fast to get before them that I have well-nigh lost my
breath," gasped John. "But I beseech your majesty to conceal yourself
without delay."
"I mean to do so--in this tree," replied Charles.
"In this tree!" cried William, in a tone of disappointment. "Everything
is prepared in the house."
"His majesty has decided upon taking refuge in this oak," said Careless.
"Nay, then, no more need be said," observed William Penderel. "And
perhaps it may be for the best. But you have not breakfasted, sire. And
my good dame has got all ready for you."
"I must dispense with breakfast, I fear," observed Charles, with a sigh.
"Oh! we can breakfast in the tree," cried Careless. "There is every
convenience among the branches. Can't you bring a basket of provisions,
William, with a flask of wine?"
"Suppose I am caught by the Roundheads, they will at once conclude the
provisions and wine are intended for his majesty. Most assuredly, the
house will be watched."
"You cannot be too cautious, William," observed the king. "I care not
how long I fast."
"But I do," groaned Careless.
"Help me to climb the tree," cried Charles.
The king, who was remarkably active, scarcely needed the assistance he
demanded, and, with very slight aid from William Penderel, was quickly
among the branches.
"Your majesty is as nimble as a squirrel," cried the forester, in
admiration.
"Are you coming to me, Careless?" said the king, looking down.
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