Boscobel; or, the royal oak: A tale of the year 1651 — John Shaqi
Boscobel; or, the royal oak: A tale of the year 1651Ainsworth, William Harrison
History
Boscobel; or, the royal oak: A tale of the year 1651
Ainsworth, William Harrison
Great Britain -- History -- Commonwealth and Protectorate, 1649-1660 -- Fiction
"Apparently, no one suspected us of any attempt to escape; yet we were
already meditating flight, if any favourable opportunity should occur.
By the light of the lanterns we could see the men filling their cans.
The temptation soon became too strong for Madmannah. He joined the
others, but soon returned with a bottle of cider for Ezra. While they
were enjoying the pleasant drink, we suddenly broke away and plunged
into a hop-garden that adjoined the inn-yard. Both musketeers fired at
us, but did us no harm. Fortunately the night was dark, and we were
screened by the tall hop-poles.
"Alarmed by the firing, several other musketeers joined in the pursuit,
but they got into each other's way, and created great confusion, in the
midst of which we reached a wood, and being well acquainted with the
locality, made our way for the meadows on the banks of the Severn. Then
we were safe.
"After keeping in these meadows for two or three miles, we ventured on
the high road, and galloped off at full speed for Worcester, without
hearing anything more of the troopers or their commander. We caught
sight of the old city just at daybreak. 'Here we are back again, after
only a few hours' absence,' I remarked, as we passed through the
barbican at the head of the old bridge. 'Who would have thought it!'
'Not I,' replied the sheriff. 'We are in ample time for the rejoicings
on his majesty's glorious victory.' 'What if we ride up to the camp on
Perry Wood, and seek an audience of him?' I remarked. 'Not in this
plight,' said Mr. Bridges. 'His majesty will excuse us,' I replied."
"Ay, that I will, my good friends," cried Charles. "I am truly glad
that you came to me at once. With such subjects as you I shall never
stand upon ceremony. I have long known you both as two of the king my
father's most faithful adherents."
"We are equally devoted to the king, your father's son, my liege,"
rejoined the mayor. "And now, having been honoured by this audience, we
will return to the city and prepare for your majesty's reception."
"Before you take your departure, gentlemen," interposed Careless,
"permit me to remark to you that the entire army is without provisions.
The sooner, therefore, you can prepare for us the better."
"We will expedite matters as much as possible," said the mayor. "But I
am afraid we shall require three or four hours."
"His majesty's forces number eleven thousand men, as I understand,"
said the sheriff. "It will be impossible to provide for so many without
some little delay."
"Quite impossible," observed the king. "I will only beg you, as my
loving subjects, to treat my Scottish soldiers hospitably, even if you
make a great sacrifice."
"Your majesty shall have no ground of complaint," said both magistrates.
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