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
As Madmannah entered the thick part of the tree, where he was concealed
from his comrade's view, he was suddenly seized with an iron grasp by
the king, who placed the dagger at his throat.
"Utter a word, and thou art a dead man," said Charles, in a deep
whisper.
His looks showed so plainly that he would execute his threat, that
Madmannah did not dare to disobey, but prudently held his tongue.
Seeing how matters stood, and fearing lest the trooper might free
himself sufficiently from the king's grasp to draw a pistol, Careless
quickly descended and disarmed him--depriving him of all weapons he had
about him.
"I will slay thee without hesitation unless thou renderest implicit
obedience to my commands," said Charles to the trooper.
At this moment Ezra called from below:
"Hast thou found him?"
"Say that thou hast lost thy labour," whispered Charles, holding the
poniard more closely to the trooper's throat. "Speak loudly, so that he
may hear thee."
Madmannah did as enjoined.
"I expected as much," cried Ezra, angrily. "Thou hast brought me here
on a fool's errand. Come down quickly, or I will depart without thee."
"Let thy answer be, 'Go, an' thou wilt,'" said Charles.
And Madmannah repeated what he was told.
"Add, that he may go to the devil if he is so minded," said Careless.
Madmannah made the required addition, and Ezra marched off in high
dudgeon.
"Now let me go," implored Madmannah. "I swear not to betray you."
"We cannot trust him," said Careless. "These false-hearted knaves
regard not an oath. We can only insure his silence by putting him to
death. Let us hang him to a branch of the tree."
"Spare me!" cried the trooper, horribly frightened. "By all that is
sacred I swear not to betray you!"
"I am for hanging him. 'Tis the safest plan," said Careless.
Though not seriously uttered, the threats produced the desired effect.
The trooper begged hard for his life.
"Shall we let him go?" said Charles, somewhat moved.
"Assuredly not," replied Careless. "Since he has been fool enough to
run his head into a noose, he must take the consequences."
"It will greatly inconvenience us to detain him as a prisoner," said
Charles. "But there is no alternative."
"Pardon me, there is the alternative of hanging."
"Hark thee, fellow," cried Charles. "Thy life shall be spared, but
thou must submit to restraint. Thy hands must be bound, and thine eyes
blindfolded."
"Nay, if that be done unto me, I shall fall down from the tree, and
break my neck," groaned Madmannah.
"No matter," said Careless.
"Seat thyself between these branches, and move not," said the king.
Aware that resistance would be useless, Madmannah obeyed. Careless then
took off the prisoner's belt, and with it fastened his arms tightly
behind his back; completing his task by tying his own scarf over the
man's eyes.
"Attempt to call out and we will gag thee," he said.
"Nay, I will keep silence," rejoined Madmannah. "Yet tell me how long I
am to be detained here?"
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