Adventure stories; Spain -- History -- Ferdinand and Isabella, 1479-1516 -- Fiction
“Gone, gone with Betty Dene in a boat, from this quay, to be rowed to
the Margaret, or so I thought. Having stabled the horses as I was
bidden, I came back here to await them. But that was hours ago, and I
have seen no soul, and heard nothing except the wind and the water,
till I heard the galloping of your horses.”
“On to Tilbury, and get boats,” said Castell. “We must catch the
Margaret ere she sails at dawn. Perhaps the women are aboard of her.”
“If so, I think Spaniards took them there, for I am sure they were not
English in that craft,” said Thomas, as he ran by the side of Castell’s
horse, holding to the stirrup leather.
His master made no answer, only Peter groaned aloud, for he too was
sure that they were Spaniards.
An hour later, just as the dawn broke, they with their men climbed to
the deck of the Margaret while she was hauling up her anchor. A few
words with her captain, Jacob Smith, told them the worst. No boat had
left the ship, no Margaret had come aboard her. But some six hours
before they had watched the Spanish vessel, San Antonio, that had been
berthed above them, pass down the river. Moreover, two watermen in a
skiff, who brought them fresh meat, had told them that while they were
delivering three sheep and some fowls to the San Antonio, just before
she sailed, they had seen two tall women helped up her ladder, and
heard one of them say in English, “Lead me to my father.”
Now they knew all the awful truth, and stared at each other like dumb
men.
It was Peter who found his tongue the first, and said slowly:
“I must away to Spain to find my bride, if she still lives, and to kill
that fox. Get you home, Master Castell.”
“My home is where my daughter is,” answered Castell fiercely. “I go
a-sailing also.”
“There is danger for you in that land of Spaniards, if ever we get
yonder,” said Peter meaningly.
“If it were the mouth of hell, still I would go,” replied Castell. “Why
should I not who seek a devil?”
“That we do both,” said Peter, and stretching out his hand he took that
of Castell. It was the pledge of the father and the lover to follow her
who was all to them, till death stayed their quest.
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