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
So dark was the narrow street, owing to the projecting stories of the
ancient timber houses lining it on either side, that Careless was
unable to discern any object unless close at hand. A heavy, measured
tread, however, informed him of the approach of the rounds, and the
next moment the patrol came up.
Captain Woolfe, who was with the guard, immediately recognised his
superior officer, and on learning Careless's business, proffered his
aid. They proceeded together to the old inn, followed by the whole
party.
It would seem that all the inmates had retired to rest, but the
knocking of a halbert staff against the door soon caused it to be
opened by Master Kilvert, the host, who had hastily huddled on his
apparel, and in a trembling voice inquired the meaning of this
nocturnal visitation.
No explanation was vouchsafed him. Ordering the guard to post
themselves secretly on the other side of the street and be ready to
answer any summons, Careless and Captain Woolfe entered the house,
shutting the street door after them.
The terrified host conducted them to the principal room, and setting
down the light with which he was provided, humbly waited their pleasure
to address him.
"Answer truly the questions I shall put, and you have nought to fear,"
said Careless. "You have a lodger named Urso Gives?"
"Your honour has been rightly informed," replied Kilvert. "Master
Gives, the tailor, with his wife and his wife's grandmother, are
lodging in my house. Master Gives is a worthy and God-fearing man, or I
would not have him as a guest."
"Your description of him is altogether inaccurate. He is a traitor and
a spy. Lead us to his chamber instantly, and call him forth," said
Careless, drawing his sword.
"I will lead your honour to his chamber," replied Kilvert, now still
more alarmed. "But it will be useless to call him, seeing he is not
there."
"I must be assured of this," said Careless. "Lead us to the room."
"I shall not need to do so, for here comes his wife, who will confirm
what I have just declared to your honour."
And as he spoke Dame Gives entered, bearing a light. It was evident
from her attire that she had not been in bed. Careless sheathed his
sword on her appearance.
"Why have you come here at this hour? What do you want with Urso?" she
cried, rushing up to him.
Careless, however, turned away, and said, in a low voice, to Captain
Woolfe:
"Explain our errand to her."
"We have come to arrest your husband," said Woolfe.
"Arrest him! What crime has he committed?"
"The highest crime a man can commit," rejoined Woolfe. "He has betrayed
the king to his enemies."
"I hope he can disprove the charge--but you will not find him here,"
she exclaimed. "Master Kilvert will satisfy you that he is not in the
house."
"I have striven to do so, but ineffectually," said the host.
"Since it appears that your husband has not returned from his secret
visit to the enemy's camp, we must wait for him," said Careless. "Have
him we will."
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