Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
After this, they read a Proclamation, warning the soldiers against
taking aught without payment. But Robin laughed, saying that this
was the way with armies, where the General was always on the side
of virtue, yet the soldiers were always yielding to temptation in
the matter of sheep and poultry; that human nature must not be too
much tempted, and that camp rations are sometimes scanty. But it was
a noble Proclamation, and I cannot but believe that the robberies
afterwards complained of were committed by the tattered crew who
followed the camp, rather than by the brave fellows themselves.
The Duke lay at Captain Hucker's house, over against the Three Cups
Inn. This was a great honour for Mr. Hucker, a plain serge-maker,
and there were many who were envious, thinking that the Duke
should not have gone to the house of so humble a person. It was
also said that for his services Mr. Hucker boasted that he should
expect nothing less than a coronet and the title of Peer, once the
business was safely dispatched. A Peer to be made out of a Master
Serge-maker! But we must charitably refuse to believe all that is
reported, and, indeed (I say it with sorrow of that most unfortunate
lady, Miss Blake), much idle tattle concerning neighbours was
carried on in her house, and I was told that it was the same in
every house of Taunton, so that the women spent all their time in
talking of their neighbours' affairs, and what might be going on in
the houses of their friends. This is a kind of talk which my father
would never permit, as testifying to idle curiosity and leading to
undue importance concerning things which are fleeting and trivial.
However, the Duke was bestowed in Captain Hucker's best bed--of that
there was no doubt; and the bells rang and bonfires blazed, and the
people sang and shouted in the streets.
CHAPTER XVIII.
THE MAIDS OF TAUNTON.
The next day was made remarkable in our eyes by an event which,
though doubtless of less importance than the enlistment of a dozen
recruits, seemed to us a very great thing indeed--namely, the
presentation to the Duke of the colours embroidered for him by Susan
Blake's school-girls. I was myself permitted to walk with the girls
on this occasion, as if I had been one of them, though a stranger
to the place, and but newly arrived--such was the kindness of Susan
Blake and her respect for the name of the learned and pious Dr.
Comfort Eykin.
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